"Agreed?" she asks. Sitting down at the table. With a wave to the seat opposite, she invites you to sit too.
"Agreed." you place the coin on the table. It sounds ominously, impossibly heavy, but with a flick of your fingers, you set it spinning.
Whirring around, it dances around the table, drifting this way, and that. But staying near enough the middle that you don't need to stop it falling. As the tone changes, it's falling lower and lower, too late to flip over now.
"You'll look good with big boobs, and a full girly ass." Stephanie smirks. Shaking your head stiffly, you hope she's just playing mind games. You glare at the slowing coin, trying to make out which way up it is. But, it's still moving too rapidly.
Surely, it's just her mind games. Looking across the table at her, her grin is wide and wicked. She slaps her hand down, slamming the coin flat.
Instantly, your stomach flips, as you now know she was right. You're about to become a young woman.
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