As I stood in the mirror analyzing the skimpy bikini the twins had packed for me, I decided that I in fact liked the bathing suit. It matched the color of my left eye perfectly, even if it was a bit too small.

I had never been slim in physique, and working out with Tori had only added to that fact. My waist was somewhat narrow, and my stomach had flattened more since training, but my hips flared out and my bust was larger than the average woman. The little triangles of the top managed to contain my breasts, just barely, though. The bottoms on the other hand—they were something else. Little bows sat on either side of my hips, and the bottoms covered perhaps a quarter of my full rear.

Tori came up behind me and cocked her head to the side, her curly ponytail of fiery locks bounced from the movement. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose, those cinnamon freckles scrunching.

“Why can’t I fill out like that?” She scoffed, and I tried to co