“I told you I needed a new bathing suit!”

“My God, have you really grown that much since last summer?” Mom gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Yes,” I snorted, twisting and turning in front of the mirror. The top was a cup size too small and the bottoms barely covered my bottom. “I told you,” I growled at her.

“Well, it’s not like you look bad in it,” she said with half a grin, “I wish I still had the body to wear something like that.”

“Mom!” I cried.

“So, it’s a little skimpy,” she said, coming over and adjusting the straps on the top, “There aren’t going to be any boys there, are there?”

“No, but…”

“It’s bunch of thirteen-year-old girls running around in their bathing suits in Jenny’s backyard,” she reasoned, untying and retying the strings on my bottoms, “None of your f