She took in her reflection, noting her makeup smudged blue eyes and pursed lips, trying to marry the image in front of her to her mental picture of herself. It was impossible. Lina tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she tried to get a better look. The woman in the mirror copied the movement.
Lina stuck out her tongue. So did the mirror-woman.
She poked a finger in her nose. Danced a little jig in a circle. Grimaced as her boobs bounced up and down, the heavy weight of them more than a little uncomfortable.
The woman in the mirror shared her discomfort, both of them reaching up to hold their jiggling breasts in place.
“Who knew boobs were such a pain in the ass?” she asked.
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