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From the perspective of Lauren

"Oh my God we are so excited" screeched my mother as I opened the door to my childhood home. "It's your wedding day! Honestly honey, this is going to be one of the happiest days of your life."

'God I hope not' I thought to myself as I walk in the door into the giant embrace of my Mom. Her big fake breasts press into my chest. To an outside viewer it must have looked very strange, the two of us together. We could not be more different.

I was average height with very short brown hair. I had decided to go back to my natural hair color my junior year and didn't care despite the fact that it was a terrible shade of brown and was so thin there was very little I could do to style it anyway. I had very little curves to speak of, with an A cup chest and an ass so flat it made pancakes jealous. I was wearing a t-shirt and baggy jeans that made me look more like a boy. It was my own way of sticking it to the patriarchy.

My mom was the exact opposite, tall with long thin legs, leading to an ass that popped out in anything, especially the slight-too-short everyday housewife dress she was wearing. Her chest was humongous, as she had surgically enhanced what was already a fairly large bust several years ago. She had a face that barely showed wrinkles, even at her age she barely looked over 30. Her golden blonde hair fell down around her shoulders perfectly done as well as her makeup despite it only being 9 AM

"Is that what you are wearing to the wedding mom?" I asked with confusion.

"Oh no I haven't gotten ready for that yet. This is just my morning wear."

I sighed. I come from a long line of doting housewives, but I had no intention of being one of them. Hell I didn't even want to get married, until John popped the question. It made sense we had been together for a long time and I had just graduated. When it happened I felt a happiness I had not felt in a long time. I was actually excited, but then the planning started.

I had wanted something small, just some family and a few friends. I didn't want to get married in a church, and I didn't want to wear a big frilly dress. Just because it was a wedding doesn't mean I had to act like every other bimbo who gets married.

"Oh my God Lauren are you so excited?!?!" I heard a shrill voice yell from behind. Speaking of bimbos my bridesmaids were here.

I turned around to see my two older sisters run up to me and hug me too. Candice is the older one. She is only 3 years older than me. She has been married for a few years now and has two kids.

Jennifer is the middle child and is two years older than me but just got married last year. Both girls look more like my mom than me. Candice is platinum blonde, her body is longer and more model like, well except for her enormous breasts. Despite being mother of 2, Candice could pass for a 21-year-old. She hadn't always been like this though. She had gone through a serious goth phase in college, so we were all surprised when we met her then boyfriend and future husband. Greg was a stereotypical rich frat boy. He was spoiled and kind of an ass. I was very much not a fan. She kept the goth thing going up until her wedding when she says she "Matured" and turned into your basic trophy housewife.

Jennifer basically went through the same thing. She had been a big athlete in college, playing on the rugby team. Her boyfriend and now husband was a meathead jock named Joe. Honestly he was nice enough but really dumb and had regressive views on women. Since she got married though she went from a body of bulky hard muscle, to one of lean toned muscle. She looked more like a bikini model than a bodybuilder. Also her hair had always been similar to mine, until she got married an dyed it Raven black. Now it flowed down in perfect waves to her also huge breasts. I was the only one in this family not totally stacked.

"Hello Lauren don't look so angry it is your wedding day." My father said as he walked into the room

"Is it my wedding day or is it yours? Because I don't remember all that many of my ideas being used. Father." I said back. We had a strained relationship ever since I became a hardcore feminist. But that made sense. Old rich white men and feminists never got along.

"Well either way try to pretend to be happy. John is a nice boy. Now I have to go but I left you a present upstairs. I will see you at the church." He comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek and then leaves with what looks like an iPad in his hand.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.