"Forget it, mom. Are you even aware of what you're asking me to do?" you snapped, deciding not to give in to mom's request.
"I know exactly what I'm asking you to do, John. Trust me, you will need one, and soon" mom replied.
"But I don't need one now. Right?" you countered.
"True, but you still need to get used to the idea. Even at the best case scenario, girls your age would have had years of getting used to their... support. You'd only have a week" mom said, calmly staring at you. You felt far from calm as you suspected mom could, and would use her powers to dress you up. Still, you was determined not to go down without a fight.
"Not going to happen. I'm still a guy, mom" you snapped, your temper flaring again.
"If you're afraid of anyone commenting about it, I promise nobody would. Now, or in the future. I've got ways to guarantee that" mom said.
"Damn it mom! I said no, and even your magic would change my mind" you yelled, as you stormed upstairs, brushing past a slightly embarrassed looking Hayley, and locked yourself in your room. Five minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
"Go away" you growled.
"Its me. Can I come in?" Hayley said.
"It's a really bad time" you said.
"What happened now? Hair in your face? Your clothes aren't fitting? Your chest is itching?" Hayley asked, her voice sounding concerned.
"No. None of that. I just want some answers and I want the truth...."
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