"Because I wanted too!" she screamed. She looked as though she was going to explode with anger. "Can't we just practice without playing twenty questions?" she asked impatiently.
Trish decided it was time to put her foot down. "No Jenn, we can't. Something is very wrong with you. I've seen you get mad before but never like this. And there is definitely something different about you. Your tits are definitely bigger than they were yesterday. And you aren't wearing anything underneath your skirt! And, yes, it is a big deal, Jenn! You would never go out like that. Something is wrong with you!"
Jennifer now looked as though a vein was about to burst through her forehead. "I cannot believe that you would treat me this way, you ungrateful bitch! After everything I've done for you. You have the guts to accuse me of altering my body?!" But by this point her friends had stopped listening to her. For as soon as the word bitch was uttered, her hands began pulling at her top. She struggled somewhat in pulling it over her massive breasts, but eventually she freed them from the confines of her top. Jennifer yanked it over her head and threw it to the ground.
While her friends gaped at her again, she continued to rant. "--and now because you think something is different about my tits, you think you can boss me around and say something is wrong with me? This is the worst day of my life!" she screamed.