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The text had been unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. Peyton had sat on her bed and considered the offer Maebe had extended to her. A make over. Something she'd read about, seen on tv, but never gotten a chance to do. It was appealing, but in a way that the small Sun hunter thought she should feel vaguely embarrassed for. As if as a hunter she shouldn't be interested in something so girlishly simply as playing dress up.

Whatever, it sounded fun damnit. So Pey shot a text back saying she'd at Maebe's room in a few moments, then she had turned to her closet and pulled out what she thought would fit the much taller Maebe. She didn't have much, but she brought what she had. A few of her looser dresses, a lot of stylish shirts meant to drape off a shoulder, and leggings. All of it was draped over her arms, and she was out the door and heading down the hall.

When she reached Maebe's room she kicked the door instead of knocking, her hands being full of clothes. "It's me! Open up."

Pale lavender peered through that cracked door curiously and remained questioningly wide as it opened to usher her through. Maebe was always a little on the odd side, but even for her that seemed strange. Didn't it? It had glossed lips pursed thoughtfully, a brow arching at the locked door. "Hey, how's it going?" There was the slightest hesitation to her voice, as if unsure how to read into Maebe's behavior. Granted, the only other time Pey had been in Maebe's room it had been to help get the taller girl ready for the Christmas party, and she'd barely been mobile then. For all Peyton knew the other girl always locked the door.

Kips pursed, she'd move to lay the clothes neatly over Maebe's bed. Shirts with shirts, dresses with dresses, and finally the few pairs of leggings she'd brought along. Then she took a seat on the edge, finally smiling. "I'm sure they will. You're pretty enough, anything'd probably look good on you."

Peyton glanced down at the clothing before grinning up at Maebe. "Doesn't hurt that I like my tops looser and my leggings stretchy." To be fair, the usual, junior sized clothing tended to run larger on Peyton. If she wanted things to fit snugly she had to go for extra smalls. It was why she hadn't bothered bringing any tank tops or shorts. They just wouldn't have fit the taller girl, not even inappropriately tight.

The short dress Maebe had pulled from her drawer did receive an arched brow. The length hit her mid thigh, so on Maebe it would be..

"That is very short." Definitely an understatement.

The dainty Sun pursed her lips at the checkered jumper, and she held it up in her hands, glancing from it to the Moon, then back. Yeah, short was definitely an understatement.

She wiggled out of her shorts and over shirt to reveal a pair of teal boy short briefs and a simple camisole instead of a bra. There was a faintest spread of pink along freckle touched cheeks, but that was the only sign that undressing in front of anyone effected her at all. She was getting more comfortable around people, falling back on a knowledge of being even less dressed than she was now, and in much different company. Memories of an almost casual outlook on nudity.

When she pulled the jumper on it did s**t all for her chest. She just wasn't endowed enough for anything shy of a water bra to help, but the considerably short skirt hit high up on her thigh and gave the illusion of long legs. Palms smoothed along the plaid pleats, and she glanced around for a mirror before looking at the taller girl. "You remember everything from the New Years thing, don't you?"

Pey looked down at herself as Maebe voiced her disapproval of the outfit, and glossed lips pressed together into a thin line. Her legs looked great, but they usually did. It was the rest of her petite frame that had to be worked around.

There were times when she was perfectly at ease in her own skin, and there were times when she was self conscious. Wishing for height, for curves. "I don't have to usually, but I do own a few water bras." As Maebe pulled out the fake breasts she stared at them apprehensively as the taller girl approached her and turned her to face the mirror. As hands moved to slip inside the top of the jumper Peyton froze, tension crawling up and into her shoulders, and the color that had faded from her cheeks blazed back to life.

She was trying very hard to avoid Maebe's eyes in the mirror, but when it became apparent the other girl wasn't answering her question she glanced in her direction. "I know you remember. Us pretty much growing up together." Her frown was thoughtful. "It was kind of a vicious friendship," Pale eyes lifted, rolling up towards the ceiling as those hands continued to cup the fake breasts against her chest. "But not all the time, you know? I'll bet in that reality we did stuff like this all the time."

Further attempts to pry a response from the taller girl abruptly ceased as arms colsed around her from behind and bodily turned her, first to the left, then to the right. She gave a soft little squeak, but was too stunned to actually protest or struggle beyond almost tripping over her own feet. Not until Maebe had stopped turning her this way and that did Peyton give herself a proper look in the mirror, and pale eyes widened a touch at the view. It was her, but it was her with considerably more umph in the lady parts department.

"Um." Pulling? She thought about it, folding her arms to cradle the fake breasts momentarily before letting go. "Maybe? I mean they're only stuck to vaguely stretchy fabric, so.." They felt weird, but that probably had a lot to do with where they were attached. "I don't think they're meant to go over clothing."

A flick of her eyes let her peer at Maebe over her own shoulder in the mirror and delicate features took on a considering look. "I know it wasn't. It wasn't me either, but when you texted me early it just kinda reminded me." Peyton was not the vain, narcissistic, b***h she'd been in the other reality. She was not the same girl that gave affection away casually, and she certainly wasn't the type of person to play nice with someone while secretly despising them. She knew they weren't the same people, but there were little tid bits and pieces that hadn't been so bad.

Like having an honest to god bond with her cousin that wasn't half awkward or strained. Like being confident, untouchable, even in her petite little body.

And maybe a certain kiss..

Her nose wrinkled, and she pushed the memories away, and as they left features smoothed into something more peaceful. She wasn't pining for Taym like she had been. She wasn't jealous of America anymore. She'd found someone sweet and honest that liked her for her, and not just because she was there and willing. Someone she didn't have to puzzle over, or guess at his feelings.

She drew in a breath, and let it out, and as it left she smiled, straightened her back, and admired her profile in the mirror with her head tilted just a bit.

"Oh." She hadn't thought of allergic reactions. Come to that, did they even still have allergies? With a thoughtful frown and gave a mental prod to Warrick, who just seemed to shrug back at her before lazily rolling away, deeper into her psyche. "That makes sense."

Movement caught her attention, and she stared, impressed, as Maebe managed to extract her own bra from her shirt without so much as baring a inch of additional skin. That was skill. Skill Peyton lacked, because Peyton didn't bother with bras all that often. Then the garment was being handed over, and she hesitated before taking it gingerly. Her immediate thoughts screaming at her that she was being requested to try on someone else's underwear, but common sense kicked in seconds later to remind her that it was just a bra, and no different then a bikini top of a shirt.

Well. not very different, in any case.

She pulled the jumper back over her head and lay it over the foot of the bed, then began slipping into the bra that would normally have been way to accommodating for her modest bust. Now, as she slipped the straps over her shoulders, the fake breasts filled out the cups perfectly. It looked a little silly, as is, but under something no one would be the wiser.

"I gotta admit, there are times I find myself incredibly jealous of any girl walking around with anything bigger than an A cup. And don't be sorry. Not everything from New Years was awful." It was obvious Maebe wasn't in a mood to talk about it, so she'd let it go.

When she looked up Maebe was naked from the waist up, but thankfully had one of Pey's shirts over her arms and slipping into place. It was a t-shirt made of some light material that floated around the smaller girl's upper body. On Maebe it hugged at all the places. "Wow."

Both girls had something in common then. When they looked in the mirror they didn't see what the other person saw. Peyton acknowledged that she was cute, but she couldn't see her self as beautiful. In that way she envied her Alternate reality self.

A puzzled look crossed her face as she watched Maebe looking at herself, but she turned away rapidly when the shirt was pulled back over her head. Wide eyed, she stared at the wall, the window, the edge of the bed. Anywhere but the other girl in the room with her. Blushing, she reached out for one of the dresses, groping for the fabric before pulling it up and offering it out. "Try this one?" It was the sort that had an almost baby doll cut. Cinched at the bust, almost a-line, but the material around the bust was ruched and gathered to accommodate breasts of all sizes.

It was also short.

The chuckle only seemed to make the blushing more pronounced, and after a moment or two of looking around the room she finally directed her attention down to her toes, looking up only as Maebe pulled the dress on. She'd be right, it was short. Obscenely short, but that seemed to be Maebe's preference. Not a style choice Peyton really understood, despite her preference for short shorts, but to each their own.

She was still a little pinkish when the taller blonde asked her question, and a hand came up to rub at the back of her neck. "Um." Frowning, she actually stopped to consider it beyond the basic modesty issue. Clearly Maebe didn't care if Peyton saw her body, so why than did Peyton care?

She thought back to her childhood, growing up with out a mother, with a younger sister, with a broken father. Her hand came down, and small fingers toyed at the elastic at the bottoms of her boy shorts. In all honesty she wasn't really comfortable around any nudity, not just other women, but that hadn't been Maebe's question. Besides, she really shouldn't have been so embarrassed now. "My mom, um," she paused, glancing down briefly. Not at all sure how much she wanted to share. Her childhood wasn't something she ever liked talking about, and only three people knew anything about it, and only 2 knew the gritty details.

But, maybe talking about it more would help her get over some things. She took a deep breath, looked up, and started again. "When I was ten my mom died. My dad never remarried. In fact he never really recovered from it. We never had a strong female presence in our life. Only our dad, and he really wasn't sure how to handle having two girls." She loved her father, always had, always would. He'd tried, he really had, but it hadn't been enough.