Sophia glared at her lawyer mom before rolling her eyes slipping the small remaining segment of candy cane into her mouth.
“There, happy now?” the teen asked with another eye roll.
“I will be once you cheer up a bit, honey,” Christy said in a concerned tone.
She and Emily both loved Sophia dearly, but neither of them could understand what was making her act this way. She was always a very solemn, sensible girl, even when she was little, but after entering high school a couple years ago, she had grown gloomier and surlier with every passing month.
Perhaps if either of the mothers had been a bit less ditzy, they may have noticed that her perpetual gloom went into overdrive around the same time as her chest did. It wasn’t easy being a 16 year old with F-cups. Sophia was mortified by the attention it got her, especially because several teachers and classmates began to assume she was stupid just because she had big boobs. The fact that both of her mothers were walking Barbie dolls wasn’t helping matters.
Of course, as the last tidbit of pepperminty sugar dissolved in Sophia’s mouth, her issues with her body and her mothers began to dissolve too.
So what if her boobs were embarrassingly big? She shouldn’t let that be an excuse to be a bitch, especially to her moms. They always did their best to love her and it certainly wasn’t their fault they had crazy genetics.
While very little changed physically about the teen, her makeup shifted just a bit, looking slightly less gothic as her lipstick shifted from black to red.
“Sorry for being such a grouch lately,” Sophia sighed. “I got into a fight with Becky last week. Messed up some stuff at school. I’ll try to be better.”
“Oh no! I’m, like, so sorry, baby,” Emily said with a sympathetic pout before pulling her daughter into a hug.
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