As Ella changed, Chelsea transferred back into her chair, and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Upon returning, she had to stop and stare. Even in the dark, Chelsea could tell that the shirt was definitely designed for someone with smaller assets than Ella's. She giggled a little at the sight of it. "Um, no, it won't make me uncomfortable at all. I just hope it's not too uncomfortable for you." The giggle quickly turned into a full-blown laugh. "I mean, I can see your, um, your nipples." She wheeled a little closer to her. "But if you want it you're welcome to it. Unless you just want to live dangerously?" She smiled wide. This had turned into a much better day and night than she'd ever imagined. I'll just conveniently forget the whole elevator thing when I look back at this.