She stood before the mirror, admiring her curvaceous figure. She was busty, with a perky rear—impeccably developed.
But then she thought of Nate Jennings. Short, a little chubby, flat where she should have been full, and shapeless where she should have been curvy. Utterly unremarkable. Chelsea couldn't understand for the life of her what Howard saw in the girl.
She struck a few seductive poses in front of the mirror, but her gaze fell on the SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas she was wearing, and she grimaced in distaste.
Just then, the sound of the running shower stopped. The bathroom doorknob turned.
A jolt of panic shot through her, and her whole body started to tremble with fear. She hadn't even had time to dive under the covers. 'What if Howard catches me? He'll yell at me and throw me out! My plan will fail before it's even started!' Terrified, Chelsea hugged herself, not daring to turn around.
