Chapter 63: Jail (2)
A moment later, Madison pulled back and said, "What’s that slut still doing here? Aren’t you done with her yet?"
He turned and saw that Miranda was walking out into the white room, a look of curiosity on her face, dressed in her satin camisole and shorts, holding her stuffed rabbit. There was something fresh and innocent about the way she was gawking at his wall of snapshot spheres while hugging her bunny.
Hearing Madison, Miranda turned and smiled at her, then with a hand up close to her chest, gave a little hesitant wave.
Trying to prevent a cat fight, he said, "Well, it turns out she’s different from what I expected."
Miranda walked over and held out her hand. "Madison, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And I have to say, I’ve always been a little jealous of you."
"What? Jealous? Why?" asked Madison, now confused by Miranda’s friendly, non-bitchy response.
"Because I always struggled in math and science classes, and you made it look easy. Also, despite the baggy clothes you wore, I could tell you were fit and athletic, and look at you, you look even better than I thought. I wish I could have your figure."
Madison had changed out of her oversized hoody and baggy pants into her usual camisole and shorts. But, while Miranda’s were pink satin, Madison’s were thin white cotton.
"Wait, seriously? But you have such huge...you know." Madison waved her hand at Miranda’s ample chest.
"Don’t get me wrong, massive tits do have their advantages, like their potent male IQ suppression field. But if I had a choice, I’d much rather have your figure. And I really wish I had your nipples."
Madison looked down and saw that her nipples were hard, poking prominently through the thin material of her camisole. She reached up and grabbed her own nipples, saying, "What these? Why would you want these? They stand out and it’s a pain finding tops that conceal them."