Things get weirder

Lisa looked around. The room had changed. Mr Young completely disappeared from all pictures on the wall, replaced with countless images of the happy mother and daughter, with Rachel being naked on many of them. The walls and curtains changed color. A few decorations had been replaced. It generally felt more feminine. But it was only a small reflection of deeper changes.

The teenage girl's mind raced as she realised how much deeper and stranger could be the commotions she caused to this woman's life.

"Did you really tell me everything?" she suddenly asked with a knowing smile.

Rachel blushed. "What are you talking about?" Lisa could tell her friend's mom was trying to hide something, even though her secret may not yet have a true shape and meaning.

"Were you even married? Does anyone know who Stacy's father is, beside you?" She squinted suspiciously.

The blond woman seemed uncomfortable. "No, you're right. I just pretended to have been married but..."

"I have a theory." she interrupted her. "You never actually had sex with a man. You and your lover -your female lover- had found by accident an old parchment with what looked like a magic spell. Used by two women while having sex in the right circumstances, it would allow them to impregnate each other and give birth to baby girls. You didn't believe in it, but just for fun you tried it. That's how Stacy was conceived, even though you never had sex with any man. Am I wrong?"

Rachel's eyes were now wide with shock. "How do you know this? We..."

She smiled and continued "Did you and my mother ever had sex with anyone else than each other?"

The older woman paled and murmured "So you know everything..."

"Did your relationship last after getting pregnant?" she asked in a concerned tone.

Rachel waved her head no and tears started pouring from her eyes. "It... It was too much. It's a small town, and it was another time. Two women raising their daughters together... And everything was so weird..."

Her now somehow daughter embraced her, hugging her tightly. "It's okay. Everything will be alright." she promised, even though she was the one messing up with her life so there was something to turn alright. "I have a few other questions, though..." she grinned internally and surprised her with the next one. "Compared to you, is my mother shorter? Does she have smaller tits, thinner hips and thighs? Are her face and belly fatter? Did she age more poorly than you did?"

Lisa's mom, Melinda, had nothing to do with Rachel to say the least. She was stacked, almost larger than high and generally unattractive. So far the only thing her daughter had taken from her was freckles and a long red mane, and she hoped her genes would not catch on her sooner or later. But as the blond woman answered her question, the redhead was looking at a picture of her mother on her cell phone and was seeing her turn into a supermodel. Once she was done, Lisa put a hand on her thighs. "It's getting late, I don't think I can wait for Stacy to come home. Do you think you will remember that I came here today and that we had this conversation?"

Rachel seemed to consider the question and frowned. "Hm... I can't tell why, but I feel like it will slip out of my mind."

The redhead's grin widened as she got up and prepared to leave. "Perfect. By the way, is your daughter free of your no clothes inside rule?"