"You really can't tell, can you?" asked Karyn.
Jon looked in the mirror. She was still the same sixteen year old girl. She was still wearing the same blouse, skirt, Mary Janes and knee length socks. Her blonde hair still went just past her shoulders. She slipped her hand down her skirt and felt her pussy. She even had the same glasses she always thought were geeky, but Karyn said made her look cute. Jon sighed; she still didn't think that she was as pretty as Karyn, but it was the body she had been born with.
Jon turned to Karyn and said, "All right, young lady. Tell me what you did. And don't try lying. We may be the same age, but I am still your mother and you owe me that much."
Karyn giggled, then stopped. She hadn't considered how she was going to explain how a sixteen year old girl could be the mother of a girl the same age as she was.
