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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 12

The seemingly already diminished power of the hurricane raging within Mrs. Swanson flared up with renewed vigor as she burst into the living room.

"Fucking whores! It's not enough what you've done to yourselves! You also abused me! A helpless woman! You damn bitches!"

The venom in Mrs. Swanson's voice cut through the air, echoing the rage that had been building up in her since the bathroom revelation. Kitty, frightened by Mrs. Swanson's furious look, pulled her head into her shoulders like a chick seeking shelter, pressing her back against Anna's silicon boobies as if trying to hide in her friend's body.

Mommy was screaming so vehemently that it seemed as if the very lights above were on the verge of crashing down from the ceiling. All Anna's attempts to justify herself were drowned in this beastly scream. The torrent of accusations flowed mercilessly, each word a lash upon their already guilt-ridden hearts.

In a desperate bid to express her frustration, Mrs. Swanson seized the eight-inch heeled shoe Anna had bought for Kitty. The polished, pointed heel gleamed ominously as it swung through the air, a weapon of rage directed at the source of her fury – the two "dumb silicon chickens" sitting before her...

Kate, still pressed against her elder friend, felt the fear coursing through her. The once playful atmosphere of their transformation project had morphed into a nightmare. She could feel the vibrations of Mrs. Swanson's screams reverberating through Anna's plastic body.

As Mrs. Swanson continued her erratic assault, the room felt like a battleground of generations – the clash between a conservative past and an impulsive present. The once-humble living room now bore witness to a struggle for understanding, acceptance, and the fallout of irreversible choices...

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dino810

Oh no I wonder what will happen!