For those searching specifically for Alison Tyler’s name attached to this keyword, you are likely a fan of her specific stylistic tics.
If you haven’t read the piece (originally featured in Clean Sheets and various anthologies), let me give you the setup. The narrator lives with a roommate—a free-spirited, unapologetic woman who possesses what the narrator terms "magic boobs." But this isn't a fantasy story about sorcery. The magic is real-world magic: the kind that soothes heartbreak, disarms anxiety, and attracts exactly the right (or gloriously wrong) kind of chaos. My roommate has magic boobs - Alison Tyler
Tyler merely externalizes that feeling. She gives the breasts a literal glow (in one version, they emit a soft bioluminescence when the narrator is stressed). She gives them a power. By doing so, she validates the reader’s own irrational desires. For those searching specifically for Alison Tyler’s name