'Nah, it was nothing,' she thinks to herself, getting ready for school. She finds her left sock, and has just finished putting it on, when someone knocks on her door. "Jennie, are ya ready for school?" a young female voice rings out.
"Yeah, I'm coming down now," she finds herself saying. 'Who is this, and why is she acting like my mom?'
"Your mum's making your favorite, waffles!" the voice says, before leaving. Going downstairs, she sees two young women making out in the kitchen. Well, calling them women is inaccurate. They don't look much older than her- 21-years-old maybe.
Girl number one is very obviously a 'beach babe'. Platinum blonde hair, tanned skin, and a bombshell of a body, with large breasts, a thin waist, and wide, shelf-like hips and ass. She's wearing a pink and orange bikini, despite the fact that this city is at least 150 miles from the nearest beach. Girl number two is slightly smaller, but still quite voluptuous. Her hair is raven black, with pale white skin. She's wearing nothing but a frilly white apron.
Looking at number one's bikini, Jen mutters under her breath "Oh yeah, because we're totally beach front property; we even have a private yacht parked at our own private dock because we're billionaires!"
"Ah, Jen," the Raven haired one says with a distinct English accent, "Your waffles are on the table."
"Thanks mum," she finds herself saying, snatching up the waffles, "Love you mum, momma, see you."
"I love you sweety!" says the beach-babe, who's apparently her momma.
"I love you too luv, now hurry, you're gonna be late," says the english, her mum.