Amber stared triumphantly at the beaker sitting innocently on her desk. It had taken a month of work in her basement laboratory in her mother's house during her college summer break and all of her meager finances to set up that laboratory, but she had done it.
Amber had created a growth potion.
It was a mix of steroids, hormones, and other legal, semi-legal, illegal, and kill-you-if-they-catch-you chemicals. It had been worth it.
It had taken a lot of motivation, but that had been provided by Amber's fraternal twin sister, Charity. It was bad enough that Amber, at age 20, was still flat-chested and skinny. But when Charity hit adolescence, her hormones kicked into high gear. Now she was a 5'10'', 38C, blue-eyed, blonde bombshell. She was also a total bitch, flaunting her assets in Amber's face and quickly stealing any boy who might have been interested in Amber.
It was payback time.