"It's not that big? Are you kidding? It's a monster." I said, turning around to emphasize what I was complaining about, namely my mom's big butt.
"You're exaggerating, it's just a little extra... cushion." My sister said, trying to make me feel better.
"Well it feels like an entire couch. I don't understand why mom had to do this to me."
"It was an accident, remember? She didn't know that stone was magic or whatever. If you weren't being a smart ass at the time of the wish you'd still have your own body."
"So when she asked if her butt looked big, I should have lied?"
"YES, IDIOT." My sister chided me. "Don't tell a woman her butt is big, even if it is."
"Ah, so you admit it! It's huge isn't it?" I said, reaching to run my hand along the curv of my right cheek.
"Yes, DUH it's big, it's huge! But those cheetah print leggings make it look bigger than it is. Why're you wearing those anyway, don't they kind of scream 'MILF'."
"*sigh* Because all of her jeans are so tight and uncomfortable and