Repercussions
All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: diapers, humiliation, sissification, bondage, and other kink-related content.
This version has been edited for content and re-uploaded. The ages of each character should be more clear in that they are 19-21 years old.
“Ow!” Luis yelped as he poked himself in the eye for the fifth time, attempting to put on fake eyelashes. Tiffany always made it look so easy when she put them on herself or did his makeup for him. He kept fumbling the last millimeter of lash, fearing that he was going to poke his eye. Then it would happen! He sighed, looking at himself in his vanity.
It had been a “gift” from Tiffany, one of her hand-me-downs for him as his room slowly grew into a goth e-girl’s den. Frowning at his own reflection, which was already covered in foundation, highlighter, eyeliner, blush, and lip stain, he considered where he was in life. It was odd even having time to contemplate his current lifestyle.
Normally, Tiffany was working him every minute, either by working on choreography, perfecting his girly mannerisms, cleaning for her, studying, or just being made to blush for a brand-new reason. He couldn’t complain about his grades! They were actually starting to look good, maybe he’d get to attend a state university after this community college. His mom was certainly happy about it.
Maybe that was the positive way to think about all this. Whenever Tiffany wasn’t subjecting him to humiliation, his own mother made him do chores and his daily routine in skirts and diapers. The betrayal of her overwhelming trust was still fresh in her mind, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be “un-grounded”. But….
Somehow, after the college playoff game, he’d gotten a whole week of his life back! His mom was out of town again and the slightly older Tiffany had been absent as well. Without anyone to babysit him, 19-year-old Luis was able to sit around and play video games again. Sure, he wasn’t able to play anything new, but getting to be lazy while playing his favorite RPG was amazing!
He needed the break after a wave of fresh tortures. Having to go see the new Dolly Wolly film with his mom dressed as Luisa, interrogated by Tiffany with the use of bouncers, and attending the pep rally…as Luisa. The last experience had been horrible, constantly aware of his skirt and afraid someone would recognize him. Luckily, he sat closer to the non-college locals, well away from his friends. The worst part had been when his former crush, who’d already graduated, almost spotted him.
Shaking his head and chasing away the nightmarish memories, he focused on the present. He didn’t have to learn a new dance, although he still checked his texts every few minutes so as not to draw Mommy’s- Tiffany’s, ire if he missed anything. He didn’t have someone checking his diapers every few minutes, although he still wore them in case of any surprise visits…Same for his outfits, he didn’t dare try finding his boy clothes in case of…
Luis continued to stare at his reflection. “What’s wrong with me! I’m a man! I shouldn’t let Mo- Tiffany boss me around. Hmph,” he attempted his fake eyelashes once more. “That’s right. She’s always saying I should be confident in my videos because it’s more fun that way. Th-that’s just her way of telling me to be more manly! I b-bet she likes that in me! Sure, yeah! Y’know what Luisa…Luis. You should ask her out. Show her what it’s like to be treated by a real man. She’s cute, you’re cute- Handsome! She totally digs you- AH!”
Luis let loose a girlish yelp as he heard his phone vibrate. His heart was pounding, thinking that the door was about to open. He calmed down, almost admonishing himself for ruining his eyelashes…before he chastised himself for being worried about makeup.
Nervously checking his phone, it was the second text he’d received from Tiffany today, and in the past week. The first one had been short:
“Get ready. Big eyelashes, full makeup, green pigtails.”
That text had left him a bit uneasy. Normally she was so cutesy when she texted. This was…brief and to the point. She did that sometimes when she was mad… “Oh god, I hope I didn’t piss her off again…” was his first reaction. He immediately got to work on his makeup, knowing it had to be perfect to please her. It also took forever when he did it by himself.
The second text that just came in was also curt:
“Meet at the college stadium. 7pm. Purple cheerleading outfit. Panties. No diapers.”
Why did this text have him feeling so…unnerved?! “I swear, she’s doing this on purpose to mess with me…” Tiffany was a master at manipulating his emotions he’d found out. He always felt like he was unprepared for whatever she had planned and was walking on eggshells. It’s not that she got mad…she was just scary whenever she wasn’t acting bubbly around him. It was almost like…she was disappointed? That feeling is what really made him nervous.
Disappointing his momm- Tiffany, usually meant he was gearing up for trouble. Deflated after his earlier “pep talk”, he began undressing and pulling out the appropriate clothes. It was so much harder to feel like a “man” when he had to dress himself in skirts.
First came the breastplate. He was careful not to fiddle with them while he put on his black bra.
He then slid on his black gaff before sighing and pulling up a pair of green cheerleading spanks. Tiffany said she liked knowing that he was wearing a bit of her color scheme at times. He rolled his eyes, then quickly made sure she wasn’t around to see.
Next came the purple cheerleading skirt and top. The bottoms had a black, pleated hem and the sleeveless top read “DOLL” across the front and “LUISA” across the back. He groaned at the thought of wearing the skimpy outfit. He’d tried it on for her before, feeling exposed as he cheered for Tiffany.
The last steps included pulling up some black knee-high socks and purple platform sneakers. They were rather impractical, but it’s not like he would actually be cheering…hopefully. He finished up by accessorizing with a necklace with a padlock on it, skull earrings, and studded bracelets. Really, they were cuffs without the chain, but Tiffany liked it when he wore them.
Closing his eyes and releasing the last bit of his so-called manhood, he put on a wig cap and the green, pigtailed wig. With a headband helping to keep it in place, he struck a peace-sign and winking pose in the mirror. Satisfied with the look…Luis slumped his shoulders as he realized what he was doing. “Ugh, she has me trained to do all this sissy stuff…I almost winked at myself in the men’s locker room the other day…”
Trying not to live yet another embarrassing memory, Luis packed up his, or rather Luisa’s, small purple backpack. Placing his keys and a spare set of diapers within, he zipped everything up. He walked to his front door, pausing as he placed his hand on the knob.
“How has it come to this…how the hell have I let myself become this,” Luis stood still, hand resting. “I don’t have to put up with her…I should be a man and tell mom I’m done with this nonsense! I want my boy life back! I don’t want to be diapered. Or made up. Or forced to dance like some bimbo-brained e-girl. I’m a ma-“
His phone buzzed, a third notification displayed on the purple encased screen: “Don’t be late.”
Luisa quickly turned the doorknob and closed the door behind him, rushing towards the stadium and avoiding prying eyes by taking the forested path to their community college.
He ran as fast as he could, reaching the stadium with just a few minutes to spare. It was almost a relief wearing panties instead of diapers, otherwise his waddle would have cost him precious time. “Ugh, again, what is wrong with me?! How do I like wearing my- ugh, the panties Mo- Tiffany got for me!”
Frustrated, he scanned the field…and saw her in the distance. She was currently lit up by a lone, but strong, floodlight. As he got closer, he could see she was wearing her own cheerleading uniform. Her outfit was black-and-green, per usual, and had the word “Maker” and a crown across the front. It probably had her name along the back, she liked to match. It went well with her key necklace, long purple hair, her pretty green eyes…
Luisa tried to shake his head, avoiding any thoughts like that in front of her. She used everything she had to manipulate him, including her looks. He had to be ready for anything she may throw at him. Especially with Tiffany’s…Mommy’s current demeanor.
She had her arms crossed and was tapping her platform foot impatiently, a look of derision on her face…before she burst into a mad grin. “There you are Luisa!” He gulped at the sound of his nickname. “I’ve been waiting for you. Have you missed Mommy at all?”
She smiled at him, but he recognized the look in her eyes. He was in trouble. He had to tread carefully. “U-um, of course I did Mommy! I-I wasn’t sure when you going to have me come hang out…so I did my chores, homework, y’know…do you like my makeup?! I-is it good enough…” He melted. All of his sissy mannerisms came flowing out, his attitude immediately defaulting to meek around her.
“Of course I do! You did such a good job doing your own makeup baby girl, you even did your eyelashes right. Who’s my good little girl?” she teased him as she held her hand close to his cheek. She didn’t touch it though, he knew she didn’t want to smear the- his makeup. “So, glad you followed my instructions. You’re such an obedient sissy, aren’t you?” Her eyes still had that annoyed look in them.
He gulped as he nodded, trying to placate her. “Y-yes, I’m a…I’m an obedient…sissy.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Hmm, we’ll see about that. Now. We’re going to dance to a newer song I’ve had you listen to before, I just want you to freestyle, ok? Let’s warm up a bit before we shoot the real thing!” Tiffany began setting up her tripod and phone, the latter looking like a newer model. Luisa began stretching, unsure of what was in store for him. As Tiffany turned around, she smiled and began playing their music.
take a look inside your heart
is there any room for me
i won’t ever have to hold my breath
till you get down on one knee
Tiffany was looking Luisa directly in the eyes as she started moving towards him. He recognized the song but couldn’t remember the title. His body began moving on its own, hips and shoulders moving while he tried to figure out what to do with his hands. Tiffany got close and turned around, swaying her butt in his direction. Thinking about the lyrics, Luis got excited.
“She never dances like this, i-is Mommy into me?! Maybe this is my chance!” Luis put more effort into dancing, grinning in response to Tiffany’s smile. She grabbed his hands and started spinning him further into the song. Maybe she was going to let up on him! Maybe she’d kiss him?!
what’s the point of crying it was never even love
did you ever want me was i ever good enough
Luis was almost lost in the song, spinning around after Tiffany let him go. He was actually enjoying himself! After each spin he looked back at Tiffany who continued to dance.
the boys a liar
the boys a liar
he doesn’t see you
you’re not looking at me boy
Luis spun again and as he looked at Tiffany…she’d stopped dancing. He continued only because she usually told him when to stop.
the boys a liar
the boys a liar
The refrain kept repeating for longer than he expected.
the boys a liar
the boys a liar
“Why is she frowning…why is this song repeating…” He kept spinning in circles, his smile fading. Tiffany’s face was stern.
the boys a liar
the boys a liar
“Oh god…she knows…” He stopped spinning as the memory of their last major sleepover and his lies came to him. Luisa turned around and tried to make a run for it.
the boys a liar
the boys a liar
He didn’t get more than a few steps beyond the floodlight before another bright beam flashed, stunning him in place. As he fluttered his long lashes, adjusting to the light, he eventually saw that the whole field was lit up now. Looking over his shoulder, Tiffany was smirking. She wasn’t chasing after him…That usually meant she didn’t have to.
“H-hi Tiffany!” A sweet, soft voice carried its way over to them. Luisa turned back around and saw three skirted figures strutting towards them. It was the Bebes. “W-we came like you asked…umm, hi! I-I’m Bethany.”
The blue-haired girl approached Luisa, who instinctively started walking backwards. Although Bethany had a kind look in her eyes, both Becky and Stephanie lacked it. The tall black-haired girl blocked the floodlights, looking down at Luisa with crossed arms. Stephanie was grinning and leaning forward with her arms behind her back, although her wide owl eyes felt more predatory than nice.
Luisa kept backing up…eventually bumping into Tiff- Mommy. He hid behind her, just like he normally did at school. Tiffany didn’t flinch, staring down the three cheerleaders. They were all donning their purple-and-gold uniforms, which spelled out “BEBES” together.
“We’re not going to bite!” giggled a maniacal-looking Stephanie. Becky grinned in response. Bethany continued to smile, but only looked at Tiffany.
“Yeah, so we came like you asked…I don’t mind doing a collab, we were even thinking of the same song…but what’s your girlfriend’s name? Have we met before?” Becky spoke as she slowly paced forward, closing the gap between the two pairs. Her eyes were narrowed in on Luisa. He wished he’d gotten to wear the diapers…
Tiffany simply held up a hand, stopping Becky in her tracks. “My girl’s name is Luisa. She doesn’t live here, just comes to visit a lot. Say hi, Luisa. These are our new best friends!” Tiffany spoke in a saccharine but level voice, not breaking eye contact even as she craned her neck up at Becky.
After a few tense seconds, Becky broke off eye contact, giving a “Hmpf” as she looked back at her friends. “Well, let’s get this over with…I mean, I’m sure you and your girl want to get back to your sleepover or whatever.” Becky scoffed as she set up her own tripod and camera, it seemed that everyone except Luisa was going to post to their TT accounts later.
“Uhh, Mommy, what’s going on, why-“ Tiffany turned around and put a finger to his whispering lips as she continued to smile.
“Not a peep out of you sissy,” she hissed, her smile a fright to behold. “You lied to me. You lied to my face, and this is your first of many punishments! From now on, Luisa gets her own public Twinkle account.” She held up her phone, which was open to a new TT page…one that clearly had Luisa as the face of it. Luisa was aghast, starting to open his mouth.
“Uh! What did I just say? You’re going to need to put on your best and brightest smile, because otherwise, our new friends will find you out. Your goal is to keep your identity a secret. You’ll have a swell time with that and your new account. Don’t worry, I’m managing it! Your spicier videos won’t go on there…unless you misbehave.” She wasn’t smiling as Luisa began to sweat. He was caught.
He nodded in affirmation of receiving her threat. She smiled again. “Now, you’ll know the song when it plays. Just dance along and we’ll have a great new memory together! And then after, your other punishments can start at our sleepover.” He gulped as she turned to the other three.
“Ready?” she called out. Bethany gave a thumbs up as she tapped her phone, music beginning to blare over the stadium speakers.
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
All four girls began to dance, Tiffany pushing Luisa forward while the other three advanced towards him.
Hey, hey, you, you, I know that you like me
Luisa looked back at Tiffany who was giving him a small wave while she bounced her skirt on swaying hips.
You're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious
I think about you all the time, you're so addictive
Luisa started to dance, spinning on the spot and noticing Becky taking long strides towards him, under the guise of lip-syncing. She looked hungry somehow.
Don't you know what I can do to make you feel alright?
Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious
And hell yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' princess
Even as he backed away from Becky, Stephanie popped out of nowhere, lip-syncing to the lyrics with wide eyes and a wider grin. He tried to spin on the spot and almost walked into Bethany, who wasn’t even looking at him. She was shimmying and moving closer to Tiffany, who was beckoning her forward. He was left trying to handle the other two, who seemed to be corralling him away from Tiffany.
When he frantically peered at Tiffany, Becky and Stephanie both started singing along to “She's like so whatever, You could do so much better”. Luisa attempted to get past them, stumbling over Stephanie’s suddenly extended leg. She held a hand to her mouth, in fake astonishment. Luisa was breathing fast, trying to get Tiffany’s attention as he landed on his butt. Bethany was pulling her away.
Luisa looked up from the ground, the song continuing to pound in the background. Stephanie was blocking Tiffany from view. He was on his back, trying to get back up. Becky strut forward, putting her foot forward, accidentally catching the hem of his purple skirt. She lifted it when she pulled her foot away, an unfortunate knowing grin growing on her face as she looked him in the eye.
Then Luisa was lifted up, Tiffany’s hand under his arm. She continued to dance, pulling Luisa in close. She held him while smiling down at him, tears forming in his eyes. Her face softened.
(Oh) In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger
'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better
There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in?
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinkin'?
Becky and Stephanie backed off and continued their dance. But what frightened Luisa was their smirks as they kept glancing at him throughout the rest of the song. Then after the song’s final lyrics rang…it was over.
“Alright, that was fun and all. But Stephanie and I are headed to the mall, there’s a great movie playing soon. Bethany, are you coming?” Becky snapped back to her domineering attitude, although she still didn’t look Tiffany in the eye. Stephanie continued to stare at Luisa, her head cocked.
“U-uhhh, no, sorry.” Bethany's eyes kept darting back and forth between Becky and Tiffany.
“Hmmpf, fine. Have fun at your sleepover, dorkwa- I mean, you two,” Becky turned her head away and began towards the parking lot. Stephanie gave Luisa a tiny wave before following her. The lights began turning off.
“Well, we’re off to a sleepover together…would you like to join us, Bethany?” Tiffany had an even softer expression when talking to her. Luisa froze, terrified at the notion of having to deal with not only Mommy, but also Bethany.
“I-if it’s…If you’re really asking- Really?!” Her eyes lit up and hands went to her mouth, looking at Tiffany who nodded. “I mean…I just need to go back home and grab some stuff, can I seriously come over?!”
Tiffany giggled as she nodded at the girl. Bethany jumped up excitedly as she ran in the direction of her house. “I’ll meet you at your place Tiffany! See you soon Luisa!”
Luisa was stunned. He was seriously about to spend the night with two cute girls. One who got a rise out of embarrassing and taunting him. Another who had been bullying and teasing him throughout the last few months. It was a true nightmare.
As they watched Bethany run off, Tiffany pulled Luisa in close, hand closed around his necklace. “Your next punishment is tonight…I want you to make a choice at our sleepover.” Her smile grew wide as Luisa felt small.
Luisa lifted the hem of his rather short purple nightie, checking his reflection in Tiffany’s mirror. The black lace edges seemed like they just barely hid his diapered state. He dropped the hem and gave a small shake. The nightie bounced and flowed…maybe his diaper would stay hidden. He could try holding onto his bunny stuffie whenever he sat to avoid showing it off.
“Ugh,” he sighed as he turned around trying to view his butt in the mirror. He felt like giving up and making his decision. He had two mortifying options after all. Looking up, the fuzzy fluff along the nightgown’s neckline at least helped him hide his breastplate. Otherwise, maybe Bethany would focus on his full face of makeup, green wig, and manicured nails…not looking at what he was wearing underneath the gown.
Lost in his thoughts, his heart stopped as he realized he wasn’t alone in the reflection. Turning on the spot, he pulled down the gown as far as it would go as Bethany jumped in surprise.
“I-I’m sorry! Tiffany told me to d-drop my stuff up in her room, I didn’t realize you were, umm, getting ready!” Bethany’s quiet voice was both sweet and apologetic as she blushed. She set down her own hot pink bag, pulling out a set of frilly pink shorts and ruffled top.
“O-oh it’s okay, haha,” responded a nervous Luisa. “I w-was just checking for umm-“ Bethany looked at him, patiently waiting for a response. He wasn’t sure what to say. It was the best moment to make a choice, as mandated by Mommy. His punishment for his earlier lies…
He had to choose between revealing to Bethany that either he was a man…or that Luisa wore diapers. Tiffany must have succeeded in her plans with the cheerleaders…which meant she felt comfortable with the blue-haired girl knowing either of his shameful secrets. But how was he supposed to choose which embarrassing thing to share…
“I-I-I was checking for leaks! B-because I like wearing diapers!” The silence that followed Luisa’s “confession” was deafening. He felt like there was an iron ball in his stomach. Why had he said it that way?!
“O-oh! Th-that’s umm, that’s good to know! I was wondering if you were wearing them for nighttime protection. B-but no judgement! I’m sure they feel nice!” Luisa was pale as Bethany blushed. He just realized that he could’ve passed off the diapers as being necessary…but now Bethany thought he liked wearing them. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” he yelled within his head.
“Wow Luisa! I can’t believe you’d tell Bethany that right away,” Tiffany giggled as she walked through the door, holding a bowl of popcorn. She was wearing her comfortable, lime-green dragon pajamas. “Well now that we both know, just ask if you need a diaper change, ok?” Bethany and Luisa both blushed bright red.
“Well, I guess that’s one way of starting off a game of Truth or Dare! Hey Bethany, how about you go get dressed? The pizza is almost here, and we can start playing,” Tiffany was kind to the girl as she nodded appreciatively and walked to the hallway bathroom.
Once she was out of the room, Tiffany closed in on Luisa. “Wooowwww, you like diapers? Even I didn’t know that girly. And here I thought I was punishing you. Well, good job on completing your second punishment! At least it won’t be awkward wearing them, as Bethany is probably going to hang out with us a lot.” She smirked at him while tossing popcorn in her mouth, enjoying the show. She pulled out her phone and pressed a button.
“I like wearing diapers!” played over and over through the small speakers, Luisa realizing that he’d just sunk himself deeper into Tiffany’s clutch.
“Like Bethany mentioned, I just expected you to say you wet the bed or something. But this was soooo much better! Thanks for the gift sissy,” she cackled as Luisa felt himself wanting to sink into the ground. “Ohh, I hear Bethany coming back. Let’s get started!” Bethany came back with her hair in a flowery pink bonnet, looking incredibly cute in her frilly ensemble.
That night, they played a game of Truth or Dare as promised. The three of them sat in a triangle, asking each other questions or instructions. It was almost fun for Luisa, realizing that Bethany was…actually pretty nice! Her presence was welcome, as Tiffany almost seemed like her regular carefree self around her. Except for when it came to asking him questions of course…
“So Luisa, it’s your turn! Truth or dare?” He knew what to choose based on what she emphasized.
“…Truth.”
“Ok! So tell me…do you think Bethany is cute?” Tiffany grinned at him while Bethany covered her face. Luisa’s eyes went wide.
“What kind of question is that?!?” he thought. He turned to Bethany, nervous. “U-umm, y-yes. Y-you’re super cute Bethany! I-I like your hair…and your vibes…” He shut up after that, realizing he’d already answered the question. He didn’t look back at Tiffany, afraid of what her expression would be like. But she sounded chipper.
“Awww, cute! Okay, Bethany. Truth or dare?”
“Hmmm, truth!” Bethany was still pink in the face, but happy to answer Tiffany.
“Mmmm…oh I know! Knowing what she thinks about you…would you ever go out with Luisa?” Tiffany was smiling but Luisa could just feel the teasing. Bethany blushed, looking back and forth between himself and Tiffany.
“O-oh! Wow, umm, well…I mean, Luisa’s also super cute and all…but. I-I’m a lesbian, so no…sorry Luisa…” She turned to him with an apologetic frown. He felt bad, waving his arms as if to say it’s ok.
“Ooohhh, good to know! Ok, my turn!” Tiffany straightened up, ready for Bethany to ask her something.
“Ok! Truth or dare?”
“Hmm, truth!” piped up Tiffany.
“D-do you like boys or girls?” asked a blushing Bethany. It was like her face was constantly red!
“Oh! Good question. Hmm, I like both actually!” Tiffany smiled as Bethany’s eyes and smile grew wide, as though she were pleased.
The game continued throughout the night, the questions making them laugh in turn and the dares being a mixture of hilarious hijinks or embarrassments for Luisa. Tiffany dared him to suck on a pacifier, which drew a big “ooohh” from Bethany. He dared Bethany to also take one, although the lack of embarrassment was a bit annoying for Luisa. Bethany was such a good sport about everything.
As the game progressed, Tiffany also dared Bethany to wear one of Luisa’s diapers, to which the girl blushed but went along with the dare with great sportsmanship. The oddest part though, was Bethany asking if she could dare Tiffany to change her, not wanting to mess it up.
It gave Luisa a few minutes of peace, hearing giggling and whispering emanating from the bathroom. They came back with Tiffany appearing incredibly jubilant and Bethany had a small smile as she waddled after her. Luisa was almost jealous at her seeming lack of shame. After finally finishing the mortifying game, they watched movies and ate snacks.
Luisa and Bethany bonded over video games and anime, while the latter was treated to a conversation about favorite TT songs and dances with Tiffany. Luisa found himself enjoying the interactions, almost able to tolerate being in diapers when the other person was subjected to the same. They became comfortable with calling her Beth and she seemed comfortable calling them Tiff and Lulu.
As they started yawning, Tiffany declared it bedtime for her babies! Bethany and Luisa both blushed for different reasons. Luisa looked around, trying to find a comfortable spot to lay his pillows. He wanted to avoid giving Tiffany a chance to show Beth his crib…
As though reading his mind, Tiffany patted her bed, inviting the two of them to share it with her. They all snuggled under her green covers, Tiffany in the middle, the other two crinkling every time they shifted and sucked on their pacifiers. It was actually quite nice!
“Night night little ones!” whispered Tiffany, who began playing a lullaby on her speakers.
“Nini, Tiff…Nini, Luis…” mumbled Bethany, who could be heard shuffling closer to Tiffany.
“Night…” yawned Luisa, as his eyes grew heavy, keeping a respectful distance between himself and Mommy.
Luisa was about to fall asleep, almost at peace with the night’s events…when his eyes shot open. Tiffany was looking at him, trying to hold in laughter. She must have known what he was thinking. He’d just now realized what Bethany meant by “I’m a lesbian” and when she’d said his name. The punishment wasn’t to make a choice…it was to suffer the repercussions of his actions through further humiliation.
At the mall…
Stephanie and Becky were sitting at the food court, across from another red-headed girl wearing a green top with the letter “C” on it. She was fiddling with a phone, one that was cracked and had a green-dragon casing.
“Hmm, I can try getting in but this girl’s security is tight. Actually, I’m sure she knows you have it Steph!” The 21-year-old girl smirked at Stephanie. The girl balked.
“Doesn’t matter, we just need to get some dirt on Tiffany, can you help us? Steph is always talking about her super smart cousin…” Becky looked sullen as she sipped on her boba tea.
“Yeah! Of course she can, Claire is uber tech savvy! Right?!” grinned Stephanie.
“Hmm, I’ll do my best. You’ll have to do me a favor though. Do you still have that really girly, super short pageant dress? The pink one? The one totally not meant for big girls? I need to borrow it for my own…troublesome girl problem,” she grinned at Steph who blushed in response. “Anyway, tell me more about this girl, Tiffany. She sounds fun! I’d love for her to visit my lab…And this friend of hers is important…the one on her wallpaper.”
“Yeah, we need to figure out who this girlfriend is too!” declared Stephanie.
“Haha, girlfriend?” giggled Claire, who had her head tilted.
“Are you serious, Steph…” asked Becky as she slapped her forehead. “How have you gotten this far in life?”
“I’m like really pretty!” grinned Stephanie in response. Claire laughed as Becky moaned. They continued their conversations after the movie. They were beginning to craft a tale of demise…Tiffany’s demise.