Revelations and plans

"Oh, c'mon!" Karen groaned, "You only flashed your stomach. We're butt naked here!"

"I DON'T CARE! JUST STOP LOOKING!" Sophie shouted as she got her shirt unstuck. However, she got the cuff of her pant leg caught on a loose nail, causing it to rip and expose her ankle. "EEEKKK! DON'T LOOK! DON'T LOOK!"

"... I'm starting to think we were calling the wrong sister crazy." Karen muttered to Cindy under her breath. "I mean, are we even sure she's from the same era that Carol's from? Because she's acting like she's from the 1600s."

"Carol did say that Sophie was shy about her body..." Cindy commented in kind, "But this? I'm surprised she's not freaking out over her arms, hands, and neck being uncovered."

"'Shy'? You know how conservative my Cousin Winter is, but even she'll wear a bikini to the beach. This girl looks like she'd pass out at the sight of one!"

"Are you girls done making fun of me?"

Karen and Cindy yelped and jumped in surprise as they saw the unamused Sophie in between them, staring at them flatly. "What, is everyone a freaking ninja in the future?!" Karen snapped.

"No, but our family is known for being light-footed." Sophie stated, narrowing her eyes a bit. "And it's a wonder that Carol even stuck around as long as she did with you two talking about either of us like that, let alone considered either of you her first actual friends."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Back in our era, Carol didn't have a lot of friends." Sophie explained, "No friends, actually. Everyone found her attempts of making relationships with others to be either annoying or insane. The longest someone had ever been around her was two hours and fifteen minutes. And that was her first date when she turned eighteen!"

"Oh, great..." Karen groaned, "As if I didn't feel enough like pond scum."

"I was the only one who didn't find her annoying, and we were pretty much the best of friends." Sophie continued, letting out a low growl. "And then that stupid Nudity Act changed everything! She was so happy on my eighteenth birthday, she couldn't see how ashamed of my body I was. After that, we kinda... Split apart."

"Yeah, Carol told us about that part." Cindy commented, "However, you don't seem to have any reason to be ashamed from what I'm -"

"No reason?!" Sophie barked, "Look at me! I'm like a spear with a head grew feet! I've got no breasts to talk about! My ass is huge! My skin is pale and burns easily! And you don't see 'any reason' for me to be ashamed?!"

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"How the hell did you get to that conclusion?!" Karen and Cindy asked in simultaneous shock.

"Okay, first things first." Margot said as she lead Carol into the dressing room. "We need to come up with a name for you."

"What's wrong with 'Carol'?"

"Nothing, nothing." Margot replied, waving a hand nonchalantly, "It's just you need a stage name and a gimmick. Something catchy that will get the audience chanting and returning for more."

Carol thought for a second, tapping a finger against her chin before snapping her fingers. "I got it! How about... 'Super Starlet Stripper Samantha Susanne Smith the Super Stripping Starlet'?! Watcha think?"

"... I think that title is longer than your routine." Margot muttered, shaking her head as she took a swig of her bourbon. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Let's try something shorter that rolls of the tongue better. Maybe something that goes with the whole future gimmick you got going on?"

"Like what?"

"Like..." Margot trailed off, deep in thought as drummed her fingers on the neck of her bourbon bottle. Half a second later, she gasped and grinned. "Oh! I got it! 'Megaraton, Girl of The Forty-fifth Century'!"

"But I'm from the twenty-forth century." Carol pointed out. "And I don't think I've ever met a 'Megaraton' before. Heh! I'd actually pity the poor child who's parents were cruel enough to name them that."

"Lord, please give me strength..." Margot prayed in her head, letting out a quiet groan of annoyance. Shaking her head, she took another breath before turning to Carol with a smile. "Ah, we can workshop a name later. Let's work on some scenarios for your routine that I thought of, okay?"

"Works for me." Carol said as she plopped down on the small couch.

"Okay, picture this..." Margot began, "The curtain opens up with you carrying a car prop through the air dressed in a full piece suit. You sit the prop down and pretend to step out of it before -"

"Question: Why am I carrying a car?"

"To simulate a flying car from the future, now let me finish."

"We don't have cars in my era. They were rendered obsolete when teleportation belts and hydraulic shuttle tubes were invented." Carol replied, "And even if we still had them, why would we want them to fly? Just imagine the chaos if two flying cars got into a collision!"

"Okay, nevermind that one." Margot said, trying to keep her cool. "How about this? The curtain opens on you and your robot servant as you -"

"'Robot servant'? People of this era actually thought that was going to be a real thing in the future? We all thought that was a joke."

"Okay..." Margot said, feeling her left eye twitching as she took a deep breath. "Scenario three would be that you find yourself at the mercy of a future Earth ruled by hyper intelligent apes and - You have something to say about this one too, don't you?"

"Yeah, why apes? Why not make it more realistic and have Earth ruled by walruses like it was in The Great Walrus Seige of 2222?"

"'W-walruses'?" Margot asked, her eye twitching like crazy.

"Yeah, nobody saw it coming then either. Fortunately, President Slyvester Stallone the 87th managed to make a peace treaty with the walrus leader and we live side by side in harmony now."

Margot was quiet for several seconds, her eye twitching like crazy as she stared at the younger woman with a **** smile.

"Are you okay? Your eye is acting a little funny."

"One second. I'll be right back..." Margot said as she turned and walked out of the dressing room, closing the door behind her. Once closed, the older woman chugged her bourbon until the bottle was empty, tossing it into a nearby trash can.

"Oh, what the fresh hell have I gotten myself into?" Margot whispered, rubbing her temples in annoyance. "Just keep it together, Margot. She's an idiot, but she's your meal ticket. Once you strike it rich, you can sell her off to the first **** creep who makes an offer. Or an insane asylum. Or a freakshow. Whichever comes first. And it's not like you're running this place with a permit anyway."

Taking another deep breath, Margot straightened herself out and cleared her throat, forcing another smile as she entered the dressing room to see Carol smile up at her. "Sorry about that. Now where were we?"

"Seriously, where the hell did you hear those supposed flaws?!" Cindy asked.

"Yeah!" Karen agreed, "I mean, I'll give you the pale skin, and you probably might burn easily. However, you are petite in the best definition of the word. And if that ass is huge, then I'd like to know what you call Cindy's."

"Exact- HEY!"

"Oh, you know I love your cute, chubby, little heart shaped hiney, Cindy."

"It's not that chubby..."

"You just don't get it." Sophie sighed as she sat down on a crate. Looking up at Cindy and Karen she said, "There's a reason that I know that my body is like this; a reason not even Carol knew about at my eighteenth birthday party..."