Tattoo

Stacey grinned as she reached into her back and grabbed a tattoo gun she had brought because her friend had been wanting to get one. It had black ink and everything. “Hold her still,” Stacey said and Riley pinned Alice’s arms behind her back.

She took an alcohol swab and rubbed it just above Alice’s chest in the center and then with the gun wrote 33AA.

And then above Alice’s left mound wrote Little. And above Alice’s right mound wrote Girls.

Alice looked down and gasped at the humiliating advertising of her chest size and the phrasing of Little Girls.