I walked back with Zoe following me closely behind. Both Marie and Linda were watching. Marie with her hero worshipping little girl stare which was both amusing considering the various changes she had undergone, as well as Linda, who oddly gave me an apologetic look, as well as one that told me to follow her. Once aside, and away from Zoe, Linda said, "Sorry about that. I didn't want you to felt like you're being used in some game."
"What is the deal with you and mom?" I asked. partly wanting information about this new weird reality, as well as partly curious. Linda and Zoe has had an antagonistic relationship for a very long time.
Linda sighed. "I don't want my favorite niece getting hurt and making the same mistakes she made."
"I was that mistake" I said in a low voice.
Linda paled slightly. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant the whole goth thing. Besides the fact it was embarrassing, she was very hard to live with. Very hard. Wouldn't listen to anyone. Surly. Opinionated. Insulting I didn't want you to make that mistake."
"Don't worry. I have no interest in being some goth girl. What made you think I was?"
"I heard you colored your pretty hair" Linda said.
I frowned, since I had no memory of that incident,. "Things got out of hand."
"That was an understatement" Linda said with a slight chuckle. She leant over an gave me a hug, like like how Zoe did, and like with Zoe, it felt weird having my breasts crushed against the more buxom, slightly overweight older woman's, that was now my aunt. Probably another reason why Zoe was so desperate to be younger. She didn't want to be 'fat' like Linda. I stared an gulped as i realized since I was just as female as them, would I end up looking like them? Wait, was I starting to think my feminine makeover was permanent? I didn't feel like talking much after that thought.
"Did you find out anything interesting, Anna? When Linda integrated you? " Zoe asked as I got in the back seat of the car.
"Nothing you don't already know, Except that you're vain."
"I'm not vain! Besides, I'm not the one during into some kind of ditz."
"i'm not a ditz, 'mother'. Admit it, you don't want having a body like Aunt Linda." As Zoe had aged, she had becoming increasingly bustier, and plumper. Enough to give her a 'mom' look.
"Don't go there, young lady. Oh... YOU"RE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, JOANNA DONALDSON!" Zoe said, initially calm, before ending in a slightly unhinged, loud rant.
"Zoe?! You changed my name? What is going on?!" I asked, frightened.
Zoe didn't answer, least not a first. She pulled up, got out of the car, and pulled open my door. I gasped, in shocked horror since Zoe had aged fully into a thirty year old woman, and she was much more bustier and slightly overweight. Just like Linda. And she was fully aware of her change too. No wonder why she was suddenly pissed. "Want to explain this?" Zoe growled.
