"Holy shit."
lisa stared at her reflection. She looked... She looked...
"Oh, you look like Margaret," listair pointed out.
He was right. Isabella had turned lisa's hair a dark shade of grey, and even went as far as to put so color on her horns. Aside from all the skincare she'd just received, that alone was enough to make lisa look just like Mom.
[Well, except for one obvious difference.]
She glanced down at her chest, then back at the mirror.
[Still... Damn. At the rate my boobs are getting bigger, there's a real chance I end up looking like Mom's sister or sothing.]
"Stop pouting at your boobs and tell what you think," Isabella grinned, putting the finishing touches on lisa's hair.
"It's... perfect, actually." lisa turned her head, examining the work from different angles. "I look just like her. You know, minus the-"
"The absolutely massive tits, yeah."
"Isabella!"
"What? It's not like I haven't seen your mom's boobs. I've spent lots of ti admiring them, actually."
[Please stop reminding .]
The bathroom door opened and listair stepped in. lisa almost didn't recognize him. His usual short-cropped hair was now shoulder-length and dark blue, and he'd shaved his usual stubble completely clean. The Yalmir robes Kimiko had lent him completed the transformation.
"Well?" He spread his arms. "How do I look?"
"Like a completely different person," lisa admitted. "Though the robes might be a bit much."
"Nonsense!" Kimiko called from outside. "Those are perfect bar-hopping clothes in Yalmir!"
"We're not actually going in," lisa reminded her. "Just... scoping it out."
[For now, anyway.]
"Ready?" listair asked, adjusting his sleeves.
lisa took one last look in the mirror. A stranger stared back. Or, well, enough of a stranger to where even if the people at the bar saw her from afar, they'd likely not make a big deal of it.
"Ready!"
---
listair and lisa walked through the streets, their disguises holding up well against the curious glances of passersby. The evening air was thick with the scent of street food and cheap beer.
[... Not the nicest part of town, huh?] lisa thought. [Co to think of it, maybe I've been hanging out so much in the rich part of Syux I haven't really gotten the best look at what the rest of it is like.]
"Rember," listair whispered, "if anyone asks-"
"We're nim traders from Yalmir having a look at the city," lisa finished. "I know, Dad."
Despite the seriousness of their mission, lisa couldn't help but feel excited. Here she was, sneaking around in a disguise with her dad, about to spy on so potentially dangerous nim. It was like sothing out of a spy novel.
[Though I doubt those spies had to deal with their tits almost falling out of their disguises,] lisa thought, adjusting her top for the third ti. [They really are getting bigger, huh?]
"You seem cheerful," listair noted, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you have to admit, this is kind of fun. You know, minus the whole 'they tried to kill our family' thing."
"lisa..."
"What? I'm just saying, when was the last ti we did anything together? Usually you're too busy working, or I'm too busy getting my brains fucked out by-" She stopped. "Um. Studying. Too busy studying."
listair sighed and lisa could almost see his soul leaving his body.
They turned down a narrow alley, and there it was. The bar wasn't much to look at. Just a squat, weathered building wedged between two larger structures like it was trying to hide, with one black door at the front.
[This is it? THIS is where all the big bad nim hang out?]
"Don't let appearances fool you," listair said, as if reading her thoughts. "See those windows? They're enchanted. Can't see inside, but they can see outside."
[... Isn't that just a one-way mirror?]
Still, lisa whistled softly.
"Nice security."
"Gets better," listair pointed to so crates piled up near the back. "Those aren't just for show. Secret exit. And there's another one through that tavern next door. Pretty sure the owner has no clue, too."
[Well shit, they've really thought this through.]
They found a spot across the street, pretending to browse a rchant's wares while watching the bar. Every few minutes, soone would slip inside. All of which were, of course, nim.
"Most of the action happens around midnight," listair said, picking up a vase so ugly it could probably qualify as a weapon. "That's when I saw the..." He trailed off.
The attack. Right.
[Alright, so midnight, when all the drinks are in and when the atmosphere is just right, is when shit goes down. Got it.]
"Pretty impressive setup they've got here," lisa muttered, watching another nim slip inside. "Hidden exits, magic windows... who's paying for all this?"
"Soone with deep pockets and a grudge." listair set the vase down, much to the rchant's visible relief. "Had enough?"
lisa took one last look at the bar. It looked so innocent from here, just another seedy dive where people went to forget their problems. But now she knew better.
[Oh, I'll be back. And next ti?] Her fingers tingled with barely contained magic. [It won't be just to window shop.]
"Yeah," she said aloud. "Let's go ho before Isabella decides to follow through on that boob enhancent for you."
The look of pure horror on her father's face almost made the whole trip worth it.
---
The walk ho was uneventful, though lisa did catch a few nim giving her second glances.
[Either my disguise is slipping or they're checking out my tits,] she thought, adjusting her top again. [Though with Mom's genes, I should probably get used to that.]
They found Margaret in the living room with Kimiko and Isabella. The three of them were sharing what looked like very expensive wine, and judging by the empty bottles, they'd been at it for a while.
"Welco back!" Kimiko called out. "How was the spy mission?"
"Successful," lisa replied, trying not to stare too much at sothing. "The place is perfect. Good cover, multiple exits..."
"And you're going tonight, aren't you?" Margaret asked, not even pretending it was a question. Her breasts swayed as she took another sip of wine.
"... Maybe."
"Definitely," Isabella corrected, grinning. "I can tell by that look in your eyes. Sa one you get right before you're about to-"
"ANYWAY," listair cut in quickly. "Yes, she's probably going. And no, I can't talk her out of it."
"Of course not," Margaret sighed. "She gets that stubbornness from you, you know."
"Pretty sure she gets other things from you," Kimiko winked, eyeing lisa's chest. "Speaking of which, want so wine before you go get yourself killed?"
[You know what? Fuck it.]
"Pour a glass," lisa said, plopping down between Isabella and her mom. "I've got a few hours to kill before midnight anyway."
"To spying on angry nim!" lisa raised her glass.
"To not dying!" Margaret added.
"To bigger tits!" Isabella cheered.
listair just sighed and poured himself his own drink. His, naturally, was larger than anyone else's.
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