"Dude, over here," Matt said, waving Sydney over. He was chatting it up with a brown-haired girl that Sydney thought was a totally hottie. As she made her way over to the table, she got a strange feeling with that thought, but shrugged it off. Why was it strange for her to think of a girl like that as a "hottie"?
As she made her way across the dining area of the restaurant, certain changes began to occur to her body. Her hair began to darken and also shorten in length, now becoming only shoulder-length. And her butt began to flatten, causing her jeans to fit much better. All of these changes went completely unnoticed.
"Where's Linda?" Michelle asked, after she returned from the bathroom.
"Where do you think?" Zoe answered, sourly. She pointed to another table, where Linda was now sitting, flirting with a college boy. "I swear. She's gonna be exactly like Mom when she grows up. She's almost like her right now."
Michelle shrugged her shoulders, then returned to her comic book. The waiter had already brought them their drinks and was about to head back into the kitchen to get their food, but then he began to chat it up with their mom again. Zoe briefly wondered what it would be like to have a mother who didn't flirt with every guy that passed by. Well, she'd certainly be able to get food faster, that was for sure.
She heard giggling, causing her to look over at that other table again. Apparently, her sister Linda was having a good time. Unlike herself.
"Dude, over here," she heard the college guy at the table call out. Zoe turned to see where the guy was looking and saw a girl making her way towards the table. She was dressed in a pair of boy's jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt with the words LADIES MAN printed on it. Another "hot stud" from the university. She was precisely the kind of person her mother and her friends sought after. Young, handsome, and totally willing to offer themselves to any hot woman who crossed their path. It made Zoe sick. First, that middle-aged women like her mother actually had casual sex, and second, that their preferred men were only about five or six years older than her.
As the girl walked, her braless breasts bounced wildly beneath her shirt, but no one (including herself) even noticed. Everyone treated her as though she were a guy.
