Afterparty

After the party was over, Lauren and Vanessa were finally able to go to their rooms. They walked up and were planning on sitting on Vanessa’s bed, except it wasn’t there. Vanessa gritted her teeth. “I can’t believe that witch would do this to us,” Vanessa said.

“You did it to me,” Lauren said.

“Yeah, but we’re sisters. We’re supposed to quarrel and mess with each other. She’s supposed to be our mother, the one who always takes care of us, not humiliate us like this,” Vanessa said with a frown. “I don’t suppose you know what we should even do. Will mom even let us get out so we can get a lawyer to interpret the will for us? Like will she allow us to have time on our own?”

“I assume yes, but I have a feeling she won’t let us do it clothed,” Lauren said. “Or at least clothing that is respectable.”

“You’re right,” Vanessa said. “God she’ll probably make us do chores naked.”

“She’ll probably parade us around town. Sir Westley seemed really happy about what mom was doing to us. I guess because we disgraced the family name,” Lauren said.

“I have a question,” Vanessa said, as she eyed Lauren. “When exactly did you start wearing... enhancements?”

Lauren looked at Vanessa and sighed. “The moment I was teased for looking like a little boy in middle school. I was so embarrassed that I figured it would be easier to make it seem like they were finally growing than wait for them to start growing themselves. Good thing too or I would’ve been a laughing stock.”

Vanessa frowned. “Look, I know I teased you and berated you, but Lauren, you should be proud of your body. You might not have the biggest tits, but there’s more to beauty than just breast size. I mean you have one hell of a booty, and you have the most gorgeous hair. Do you really not like how you naturally look?”

“I absolutely hate how I look. I’m fat. I’m underdeveloped. I have freckles, dimples, and pimples. I have a fat ass. For fuck sake, I have stretch marks on my hips. Vanessa, I’m not beautiful,” Lauren said.

Vanessa slapped Lauren across the face. “Sorry, but I need to get it through your stupid head. Do you have any idea how envious of you I am?” she asked. “I wish I had your real body over my fake one.”

Lauren’s eyes widened.

“This body,” Vanessa said gesturing to her naked body. “Is the result of plastic surgery. Boob jobs, butt jobs, liposuction, the whole nine yards. For years I always thought you were lucky because you were real. You got to have a gorgeous real body. And I’m not even talking about your boobs or your butt. I mean I thought you had those too, but my God Lauren even without them, you’re still pretty.”

“You really think so?” Lauren asked.

“You know me, I wouldn’t just make this up,” Vanessa said. “So stop hating yourself for having a real good looking body you bitch, or so help me I will slap you until you get it through your thick skull. It’s better to have your real body and be happy with it than to have to get so many surgeries and still not be satisfied with the results. Hell all you need is the right presentation and you could get any man or woman you want looking just the way you are. No body enhancements required.”

“You mean that?” Lauren said.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Tomorrow, I don’t care what mom does, we’re getting you a makeover. No boob jobs, no butt jobs, but we need to get your confidence back, and I have an idea.”

“I don’t want to go to the mall naked,” Lauren said.

“You don’t have to. I know some people,” Vanessa said. “Female people.”

“Thanks, Van,” Lauren said, smiling.

“Now it’s time for me to figure out how I’m going to sleep,” Vanessa said. “Get out of my room.”

Lauren turned to walk out the door but then turned back. “I’m really happy we’re finally getting along.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Me too.”