Open my eyes, that I may see glimpses of truth

Kim awoke in what must have been an alternate reality. A parallel dimension that was a mirror of her own, with many things slightly changed. She didn’t read or watch much science fiction (who had the time?) but instinctively she knew that had to be the case.

And what could it have been that convinced her so thoroughly that this was not the Harem Hotel Island she’d gone to sleep on?

“Come on, Kim! Up and at ‘em! We’ve got a big day in store for us!” Gina called from across the room, half-naked and digging through her closet. She’d decided on a see-through mesh top shirt over a tube top to show some skin and highlight her large breasts. The mesh was just opaque enough to obscure the tattoo sleeve on her arm. Now she was trying to figure out what bottom to wear that would best accentuate her bottom.

Kim stared in shock at her roommate and rubbed her eyes, convinced that if this wasn’t some alternate dimension she’d inadvertently fallen into, it must be a dream.

There was no other explanation she could come up with for why Gina DeAmico had woken up before she did.

“What, you just gonna sit there slackjawed all day?” Gina asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I, uh…” Kim couldn’t fully form words at the moment. She could hardly even process complex thought. She just stared blankly ahead, blinking a lot.

“…Kim?”

“Oh, don’t worry about her. It’s just taking her a moment to come to grips with the fact that you’re actually awake this early,” Dakota chirped. She was leaning against a candy cane the size of a small tree while twirling her own cane in her hands.

Seeing Dakota helped snap Kim out of her stupor and she scrambled out of bed, blushing furiously. “Y-yeah, what she said,” Kim mumbled, feeling ashamed that Gina had actually managed to wake up before her, even if that shouldn’t have been something to feel ashamed of at all. “Sorry, it just… surprised me.”

“Hey, even I can wake up on time when it’s important,” Gina huffed, puffing up her cheeks in indignation. “And today’s very important! After all, it’s the day of the slumber party!”

Kim blinked. “Oh, right… I almost forgot about that.” When Sylvia and Marley had stopped by the boutique yesterday to do some clothes’ shopping, they’d mentioned excitedly that Gina’s party tonight would be slumber party themed.

She had to admit, the idea tickled her fancy a bit. As someone who’d been too busy working most of her young life, Kim had never really had the chance to go to slumber parties before. There were a lot of things she’d had to go without as a child; and while life on the island could serve as a replacement in a lot of ways, she was looking forward to getting to stretch her legs and have a bit of fun.

Also… if anybody needed to buy pajamas, she could stand to make a killing.

Dakota saw the gears turning in Kim’s head and smirked.

“Ah, well,” the host sighed, holding up her hands in surrender. “I stopped by to ask if you were interested in a Sick Day transformation, Kim, but it looks like you’ve already made up your mind about that. So I’ll be off.”

She turned towards the door and paused.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a delivery for you both,” she said, flicking her wrist and conjuring several Polaroid photos into her silk-gloved hand. “Here, do enjoy.”

She tossed the photos onto the bed, and Kim picked them up to look through them. She was surprised by what she saw.

“Eh? This is… Carly!” Kim gasped, her eyes widening as she looked at the multitude of photos taken by the cosplayer, all at different angles. “Wow.”

Gina peeked over her shoulder and whistled. “Looking pretty good in those,” she said. “Girl knows how to take a picture.”

“Yeah, she really does,” Kim said absentmindedly, studying the curvaceous cosplayer. A tiny spark of jealousy stirred in her chest as she remembered her own photo shoot. Kim had always been photogenic- her best feature was her dazzling smile, after all. But Carly looked amazing in those pictures, eyeing the camera like she wanted to make love to it.

Could you really blame Kim for feeling a little competitive?

The schoolgirl sighed and tossed the photos onto the bed. “What am I even doing?” She asked herself, shaking her head. “Like I’m really interested in competing over something that stupid.”

She climbed out of bed and stretched her arms up, wondering when the best time to work today would be. She’d have to time it well to catch the most customers after all. And she had to think about which ones would already have a pair of pajamas, and wouldn’t need to buy more.

With that in mind, Kim glanced over at her roommate. Gina was actually brushing her hair now, strangely enough. Because the wild tangle of knots and kinks looked like it had never met a comb once.

To get her attention, she walked over to Gina and smacked her on the butt. She didn’t even think about it.

“Yow! Hey there, what’s up?” Gina grinned, turning and looking back at her tomboyish roommate. “If you wanted something you coulda just asked. But I’m fine this way, too.”

“What are you planning to wear to the party?” Kim questioned. In the handful of days they’d been rooming together, she hadn’t seen Gina wear anything resembling traditional sleep attire. She mostly just crashed on the bed in whatever she’d been wearing that day.

Gina stared blankly at her.

“…What, you don’t like this?” She asked, pulling at the collar of her mesh shirt, a flash of disappointment crossing her face. “Well, tough, I’m not wearing it for you approval, Kim, so-”

“Not what I mean!” Kim interjected before Gina could go on a tangent. “It’s a sleepover, Gina! A slumber party! There’s, like, tradition and stuff, right? Don’t you need to wear pajamas?”

Gina blinked. She wasn’t a big fan of dress codes, and the thought of putting on specific clothes just to sleep in had always seemed dumb, even back before her rebellious streak had developed.

“…I mean, when I go to bed, I usually just throw on some shorts and a tank top if it’s going to be hot that night, or sleep naked…”

“Yeah, neither of those things are going to work,” Kim said, already slipping into sales pitch mode without even thinking about it. “You’re the host, right? It’s only natural you set the tone, and that means pajamas!”

Gina crinkled her brow in confusion, and then she realized what Kim was after. A sly smile curved up her lips.

“Ah, I get it now,” she said, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. “You little minx, you!”

Kim blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re trying to get me to buy something! I know your game!” The punk girl cackled. “Playing around like you’re concerned about the party, but really what you’re after is improving your bottom line!”

Kim flushed. “W-well, I mean…”

“Nah, it’s fine, you’re right,” Gina agreed, elbowing Kim in the side. “If we’re going to do this thing we’re going to do it right, after all!”

“A slumber party?” Carly asked, checking her naked body out in the mirror. It was just about time for her next cosplay to be decided- any second now, Sylvia’s upgrade to her transformation would wear off, and she would have to decide whether or not to buy it for good. “That’s what Gina finally decided on tonight?”

“Yep,” Sylvia nodded. “She thought it would be a lot of fun. Marley and I even bought pajamas yesterday and everything!”

It had been a fun day out between the two of them. They’d ultimately decided against getting haircuts, at least for right now. There would be time for that later on! Probably before Sylvia’s date with Nick this round. And they’d made sure to hook up with Carly again before curfew, to help her preserve some of her money.

Carly: 12200 BP – 500 BP = 11700 BP

Sylvia: 9500 BP + 500 BP = 10000 BP

“Ah, slumber parties,” Carly sighed wistfully, plopping down onto the bed. “Those sure were the good old days, weren’t they?”

“I guess,” Marley mumbled with a shrug. She didn’t have as fond of memories of them as her sister. Mainly because her sister would always invite all of her friends, leaving Marley to spend the night with a bunch of girls she barely knew.

“Of course, the real fun was when we got older, and stopped with the dinky slumber parties and moved on to the boy-girl parties,” Carly cackled, flashing her sister a playful smile. “Not that you cared for those, either.”

Marley rolled her eyes. “Can we just get on with it already?”

She kept glancing at the cactus. Finally, finally the plant had sprouted another flower, meaning she could finally return to her original breast size. It took everything Marley had to not greedily snatch up the flower right now and pop it into her mouth.

“You sure about that?” Sylvia asked. “You know, we could wait until after the slumber party to-”

“MOM.”

“…Fine. Fine…” Sylvia sighed in resignation and slumped her shoulders. It was worth a shot, anyway. “I suppose I’ll just have to be content with these… memories of your growth…” She wiped a fake tear from her eye and fanned herself with a handful of photographs.

Marley was nonplussed. “…Those aren’t even photos of me, you get that, right?” She crossed her arms underneath her massive breasts, hoisting them up slightly for what would hopefully be the last time.

“It’s close enough!” Sylvia snapped. “Is it so wrong to want to have a little something to remember my daughter’s massive breasts by?”

“Yeah, there’s no non-creepy way you could have said that…” Marley sighed in exasperation, shaking her head. Carly just snickered from the bed.

“You know, if you like them so much, you could donate a bit of BP,” she said, reminding the girls of what her transformation entailed. The photo shoot was just the first part.

Sylvia nodded, thumbing through the photographs. “I’ll think about it,” she agreed. “And what about you, Carly? Given any more thought to making that upgrade a permanent one?”

Marley rolled her eyes. Finally! Sylvia and Carly had both convinced her not to eat the flower until Carly’s next cosplay was decided, in case Carly would need it more.

“It only makes sense,” her sister had tried to convince her, “to wait and see. After all, if I end up cosplaying a character with smaller breasts, it would seem tacky and inauthentic to go around with these huge monsters on my chest, right?”

Marley didn’t buy that line for a microsecond. Small-breasted characters had never stopped Carly before back when she was doing this professionally, and cactus or no cactus there was no way in the world for her sister to convincingly pull off an authentic “small-breasted” character.

No- Carly and Sylvia were absolutely in cahoots, and messing with Marley just because it was funny. And Marley had had about enough of it. So she was glad they were finally moving things along.

“…I don’t think I’m going to buy the upgrade,” Carly said finally. “At least, not today anyway.”

Sylvia raised her eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Having some variety is good and all,” Carly said, glancing at the mirror, “but it’s not like I get to make the choice anyway, right? So while it can be nice to appeal to the audience, I think it would just end up with me getting disappointed more often than not by what I could have had instead. So I think I’ll stick to just my usual random cosplay every day. Make sense?”

Marley nodded. That sounded like her sister alright.

“Also, Dakota would probably lose it with how many polls she’d have to run!” Sylvia laughed. “I guess when I came up with that upgrade back when I was host, I didn’t really think it through all the way about how it would work.”

“It’s definitely a good and sexy idea!” Carly said encouragingly. “You weren’t wrong there! My streams always went well when I encouraged audience participation. But you’re right, it would take a lot of time to organize a vote every morning, the audience might even get annoyed with me over it.”

So yeah, no upgrade today. Maybe in the future it would be on the table, but frankly Carly liked her My Dress-Up Darling transformation just fine the way it was.

Speaking of which, at just that moment her cosplay for the day popped up at the foot of the bed. It was an oversized button-up cotton candy pink shirt and soft matching pants, and Carly recognized it immediately. Not as an outfit from a specific series or show, but as the stereotypical “cute anime girl pajamas” that so many anime presented.

She snorted out a laugh. “Well, would you look at that? Seems like Dakota’s thinking ahead for me!” She said, picking up the costume. “Nice to see her coordinating with what’s going on today.”

“It’s standard practice for a host,” Sylvia nodded. “Remember that time I picked out a wedding dress for you?”

Carly shot her a frosty look.

“…O-or the swimsuit, yeah, for that first challenge,” Sylvia said, hastily changing the subject. “That was really something, right? Who was that a cosplay of, again…?”

Carly rolled her eyes and laughed. “Well, I’m definitely not complaining, let me just try this one so we can see how it-”

“AHEM.”

Marley loudly cleared her throat, catching the attention of her roommates.

“Hmm?” Carly looked over at her sister, perplexed. “Something the matter?”

“That’s a nasty cough,” Sylvia said. “You should really get that looked at-”

“THE FLOWER.” Marley was done playing around. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at the two flighty women. She loved them both to ****, but she’d had enough of their shenanigans.

Sheepishly, Sylvia smiled and scratched her head. “Okay… yet. We can get that now.”

Carly nodded. “Big boobs would go just fine with this thing,” she agreed. “…On the other hand…”

Marley let out an annoyed groan. “What is it now?” She grumbled.

Carly shrugged. “I’m just saying, are you sure you want to change back so soon? I mean, you’ve had those things for a while now, and if you ask me, they’re not that inconvenient. I’m definitely changing back before the next challenge, but really, what’s the rush?”

Marley’s eye twitched. “The rush is that I’d rather not go walking around with a pair of watermelons stapled to my chest!” She hissed through clenched teeth, smacking her chest and making her massive boobs bounce all over the place in her loose top.

That was the only kind of clothing she could wear at this point, loose things that wouldn’t split at the seams whenever she turned too suddenly. And as someone who loved wearing tight, thick clothing that reminded her of warm hugs, the **** wardrobe change was just another note on a long list of things she hated about her enhanced boobs.

Carly blinked, not exactly swayed. “…But you’re fine with cantaloupes?” She pointed out.

Sylvia snickered. It was a valid point. After all, even Marley’s normal breast size still put her in the top three of residents on this island.

Marley did not appreciate her sister’s reasoning nearly as much. She fumed angrily at her, but held her tongue, and let out a sigh.

“Carly… are you just messing with me?” She questioned her sister sadly. She didn’t even need to ask Sylvia- the answer was obvious where she was concerned.

Carly held up her hands and took a step back. “Hey, I mean, if you want the flower, take the flower. Just saying though, don’t write massive boobs off so soon, you know?”

“Thanks, but I’ve been living with massive boobs my whole life,” Marley pointed out.

Sylvia cleared her throat. “Actually, back when you were growing in the garden you didn’t have any-”

“My human life, mom.”

“Ah.”

Marley wasn’t interested in discussing the sexual characteristics of plants right now.

Carly shrugged. “Well, hey, if you want the flower, go for it. I’m not gonna stop you. I like having my breasts this big! Dani and Nick can’t stop looking at me whenever we pass each other in the hall!” She giggled, remembering just how much attention Dani had paid her breasts last night.

Marley scowled. “I know what you’re trying to do,” she said, her tone suspicious and accusing.

That just confused her sister. She wasn’t trying to “do” anything.

“Huh?”

“You’re trying to get me to keep my breasts huge by using Nick’s interest as bait!” Marley gave her sister a scrutinizing look. “I’m onto you…”

Honestly, that was the furthest thing from Carly’s mind. While Sylvia might have been invested in Marley keeping her massive mammaries, Carly honestly couldn’t care less. She was just being honest about how much she loved her tits.

Carly shrugged. “Really, sis, I think you’re taking this too seriously,” she said, shaking her head. “If you want the flower, take it. It’ll be nice, me being the bigger twin for a while.”

“Ah, good point, Carly, if Marley takes the flower and you don’t, you’ll be the only one with massive boobs! No one will mistake you two after that!” Sylvia was quick to jump in, even though she was also misunderstanding Carly’s intentions.

Marley just made a sour face. Having grown up in the shadow of her sister all her life, part of her had enjoyed the brief period of time when her breasts were unquestionably the biggest. And while it was true that eating the flower would make Carly the queen of the tit size for a while, Marley wasn’t so focused on her looks and physique that she would actually risk keeping these inconvenient chest monsters around out of pure vanity, or competition.

“I’m not falling for it,” she said loudly. “I’m going to eat that flower.”

“Okay,” Carly nodded in approval. “Go for it!”

Somehow Marley just couldn’t stand how supportive Carly was being right now. And even Sylvia seemed to sense that the time for debate had passed. She wasn’t trying to talk Marley out of it, either, and just nodded in support as well.

It irritated Marley for reasons she couldn’t understand.