She cut through the shoulders of Malon's blouse

"You know what?" Lydia said. "Shoulders are on their way out. Let's try something avant-garde."

"What?" Malon wanted to pull away, but with Lydia holding both a pair of shears and her top, Malon knew that wouldn't end well. "Then what will hold my blouse up?"

Lydia laughed. "Girl, have you seen your breasts? You could build a house on them! They'll hold up your flimsy top just fine." She cut off all the fabric around Malon's shoulder, and then "to even it out," she did the same with her other shoulder.

When she was finished, Malon sucked in a deep breath, not just because she was nervous that the only thing keeping her from revealing her breasts to the world was the friction between her top and her breasts themselves, but also because by inflating her chest, she gave her "foundation-worthy" bosom a better chance of doing the job. Now not only did Malon have to worry about sitting down and bending over, she had to watch her breathing too! She wished that she had never followed Lydia into this dark alley!

"Are you done?" Malon asked. "You're done, right? I don't have anything else you can cut off!"

Lydia looked Malon up and down, taking in every scrap of remaining fabric, and every inch of exposed skin.