"Hey, Zeinab?" Layla, Zeinab's 17 year old sister said, knocking on the door to her room. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah." Zeinab repeated, fixing her hair.
Layla walked in. All of Zeinab's sisters had the same features in the way they looked. They were, after all, sisters. They all had the same dark skin, black hair, deep dark black eyes. They were variations in the way they looked, but they were easily mistaken for each other. "Do you think this shirt is too small?"
Zeinab looked over at her sister, wearing a tight T-shirt. "Well...kinda. You could probably get away with wearing it though. Mom will still be mad though."
"She gets mad at anything we wear. So I don't care much anymore."
"Yeah, but it's kinda small." Zeinab said, looking back into her mirror.
"I brought this shirt last month, and it's already too small." Layla said, looking down at herself. "My boobs are getting so big." Layla said, looking at them. Layla had the biggest breasts of her sisters, wearing a 34E. Zeinab's other sisters, the 15 year old Amani, and her 13 year old sister, Mariam, wore the same bra size as Zeinab, a 34C. This was relatively normal for Amani, but huge for the 13 year old.
"They got bigger?" Zeinab asked, looking at her sister.
"Yeah, I took Amani and Mariam shopping, nothing fits any of us anymore." Layla said, not only referencing her breast size, but her and her sister's ever growing height.
"I need to buy new clothes too." Zeinab said, noticing a certain tightness on her clothes in certain areas. "I don't think I can deal with getting any taller."
"You're telling me. At least you don't have giant boobs in the way of everything." Layla said. "Besides, Mariam probably needs us the most. Her doctor told mom yesterday he expects her to pass 7 feet tall."
"Haram." Zeinab said, a term that her and her family used often, even though they knew very little Arabic. Haram, directly translated, means forbidden, but is also used as a slang term expressing sadness or pity for someone who have had problems to deal with.
"Seriously, I think her boobs will even be bigger than mine." Layla said.
"God, stop talking about your boobs." Zeinab said, knowing full well Layla loved her full figure. Layla laughed, and left her room.
Zeinab stepped out of the house, and went into the backyard to talk with her father a bit, who was gardening. Zeinab glanced over to the side, and saw a red and orange glass orb. She walked up to it, and grabbed it, unsure of what it was. It was big enough to just barely be encompassed by both of Zeinab's hands. When she touched it, she felt an energy going through her, and suddenly was flooded with the knowledge that this orb, for whatever reason, was making her and her sister's grow. The orb was actually closest to Mariam's room, which would explain why she was getting the most growth.
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