A ginger-haired mother towers before you, smiling sweetly and her eyes full of want. Behind her comes two identical teenage girls who seem to be around sixteen or seventeen. They both of the same ginger color as their mother but one has it died darker, presumably to make it easy to tell which one apart.
More importantly, it would seem you hit the jackpot in terms of a well-endowed mother. Her teenage daughters aren't lacking in comparison either. Just with how she's leaning over, you can only stare mesmerized.
The matron comes by and looks at your file. She knits her brows together. "Huh, this file seems...new."
You pale, wondering if you'll be discovered soon. Quickly, you try to seal the deal.
Raising your small arms towards her, you smile and try to call out slowly. "Ma...ma..."
Hearing such a sudden callout, the mother's maternal strings are struck.
"Oh my! He's even starting to learn words! Ms. Kay, I don't need to see the others. Let's please move forward with the adoption."
The matron clears her throat, deciding she'll look into the discrepancies of your forged records later.
"Very well, Ms. Penny. You can go ahead and pick him up. I've never seen something like this, but he seems already attached to you.
'*You bet your ass I'm attached!*' you think, unable to giggle inside.
With permission, Ms. Penny picks you up and keeps you close to her chest. You let out a pleasant sigh as you squish against the lovely pillows that she carries.
Staring behind her shoulder, you see her daughters. What do they think?
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