The kids' personalities are the opposite of their appearances

Megan might not have had it made in the looks department, but she was okay with being (to her knowledge) the only member of the family shaped like a pear. Unlike her mother, she never bothered to pretend her body was something it wasn't, and even though she was mousy and bookish she was content to keep to herself and her few close friends, who all had good times and laughed together. Sure, she would be embarrassed about being seen naked in public - who wouldn't? - but wasn't one to break down and cry over it.

Carol, on the other hand, had inherited her mother's neuroticism. Her tan just wasn't tan enough; she spent much of her free time at the L.A. Tan at her strip mall, hoping to God that no one would ever see her day-and-night tan lines. Her already D-cup breasts just had to be F-cup or else she felt flat as a washboard. So, she padded her bras, making sure that not even Megan knew. Megan! Carol was deeply envious of Megan's plump posterior and voluptuous curves; her own ass, juicy as it was, didn't compare in the size department, and she was self-conscious about her toned muscles making her not feminine enough. So, her padded bras were always covered by some top that would be sure to cover her midriff and her abs.

What the sisters had in common, however, was an enjoyment of pestering their mother and making her anxious. They wanted nothing more than to put her in her place and tease her, but little did they know that this would come back to bite them.