brit krust

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Guess who got back today~

Vacation trip is over, we had lots of fun but i also had some awful times too, like getting my bag stolen with my sketchbooks and art supplies, so i hot new ones with the money of the commissions, sorry if i havent delivered, but i’ll put myself to work on em right away.

Also i been testing the brush markers and they’re pretty good, i’m trying to get dip pens but they’re really pricey here, wish i could get em somehow.

DONE BY RADLIONHEART

Hey! You’re wearing the T-Shirt I got you! And look, I got one for myself!”

“Jenny, this saying is a bit embarrassing…HEY!”

“Ah…so nice…Brit, you should go braless more often!”

“NOT IN PUBLIC JENNY!”

In case you can’t read:

Brit: ‘I Like Big Bolts And I Cannot Lie’

Jenny: 'You Ride Cars But I Ride Humans’

She could feel her feet freezing. Rocking back and forth didn’t warm them.

Brit could already hear the mocking voices of her peers as she stood in the cafeteria where practically the whole affair began. She nervously took ahold of her spoon to take a bite out of some yogurt and nearly dropped it with her shaky grasp. Normally, eating strawberry yogurt calms her nerves. But those nerves were usually rattled by popularity issues, not romantic problems. All the yogurt did to her was to make her stomach churn and leave a weird strawberry taste in her mouth. She quickly ditched the half-eaten cup into the nearest trash can and placed her hands in the pocket of her lavender coat.

Wednesday. The dreaded day. Brit had thought the weekend would be enough for her to be ready to finally come out in public a as lesbian robosexual. But the encounter with Tiff over the weekend and further talks with her cousin during the two weekdays only continued to make her feel like the whole thing was going to end up being yet another giant embarrassment for her. Didn’t help that Brit stood in the same room where she got embarrassed the last time around.

And yet, Jenny’s happy little giggle and bouncing was reason enough for Brit to come out and admit the truth.

So adorable ~

Thus Brit arrived at a crossroads, and not one with just two roads. One road lay straight ahead: come out in public as per the plan. Jenny would cheer and the whole world would be decorated in a giant rainbow. But the possible consequence…Brit knew them and didn’t want to bring them up again. The road that went to the right would make Jenny unhappy: delay even longer to a later date when Brit could work up the courage. A little rough path, but manageable. But there’s the left road that Brit had sadly put some thought into: outright deny it out in public or even break it off with Jenny in private. The left road would avoid any future problems all right…

…but a sad Jenny would make anyone sad. And Brit wasn’t that cold-hearten. Going left had been considered, but wouldn’t be used at all…unless she got forced into a corner.

And god, she didn’t want to be in that corner.

Honestly, Brit would have preferred eating on the roof. Wait until after lunch to do the reveal. That way, Brit could enjoy the nice breeze on the rooftop and actually discuss a plan with Jenny. As it stands right now, they would strike up an conservation in the middle of the cafeteria and come out in the crowded room. No big song and dance number…not that this situation required such a event, but Brit wouldn’t minded if the whole thing had more flair to it. A one-act play would have given Brit the bravado she so desperately needed right now.

She pulled back the cuff of her coat to look at her watch. It read 12:34:21. Jenny said she would back by around twelve-forty, after she did a patrol around the world to make sure the announcement would go without a hitch. Of course, nobody could predict the unpredictable, but Jenny wanted to at least have enough time for the two of them. Plus, the New Cluster had been quiet since Jenny smashed their Great Lakes base.

So Brit had five minutes to burn. That’s enough time for her to freshen up again in the nearest bathroom. Try to at least look decent for Jenny. Hide all the worrying wrinkles and that. Practice funny faces. Act out her ‘lines’.

And all she did those last remaining minutes was to stare at a dirty mirror in an equally dirty restroom. Thankfully, nobody came in and made a passing comment towards her. She didn’t let go of the edges of the sink. If she had the strength, she would have ripped the damn thing out of the wall and smashed into bits. Yet another method to calm her down. Destruction of public property. Fun for the whole family.

Suddenly she felt very fragile; like very loose strings were holding her whole body together. Brit tried to focus on something to calm her down, anything. She thought about how the new line of designer clothes by Majestic looked really good. She thought about all good times she experienced up to now, obviously not bothering to recall all the embarrassments. Good food, great entertainment…

…and Jenny.

Yes. That thought alone brought a smile to Brit’s worried complexion. While they had only been seeing each other for nearly two weeks, the two did share some happy moments. Playing in the leaves, enjoying lunch alone on their private rooftop, Jenny taking her around town…

Jenny really had become a positive influence on her life. Only been a short time since the two started to be friendly instead of antagonistic, but Brit felt easier when Jenny came around her. True, that feeling went away when people came around them, but if they made the big announcement…Brit would feel fine going out in public with her girlfriend. People might mock them, sure. People might assault them, sure. (Or just Brit.)

…and that nearly killed the growing bravado. Brit worryingly sighed. This wasn’t going to work…

“Muffin?”

Brit broke away from her little dream world to see Jenny holding a warm blueberry muffin up to Brit’s nose. Smelt fresh and even delicious…but then Brit took in the scintillating smell of an unkempt public high school bathroom deep into her nostrils. She would have gagged if not for Jenny quickly releasing a thick stream of aroma of rose through the air. Once Brit could feel her fingers again, she ravenously devoured the muffin with two quick bites. “Thanks.” She said after swallowing the last bit.

“Had a feeling you would be in here…or in a different restroom.” Jenny shrugged. “I grabbed the muffin about two minutes ago while walking throughout the school looking for you.”

“Have to look good for the big announcement.” Brit half-heartily stated. “I could save some face with a good face.” She tried to make a joke, but the punchline, along with her tone, fell flat. Jenny had already predicted that Brit would falter today and wore a gentle smile to help calm Brit. A gentle pat on the shoulder got Brit away from the mirror and back to facing Jenny. “Can we….” Brit tried to force out the words.

“How about this?” Jenny sighed. “We confess today. After this, I’ll take you out wherever you wish to go. Clothes, food, amusement park…doesn’t matter where in the world it is, I’ll take you to it.” Jenny then wrapped Brit up in a huge hug. “No price is too high.”

“You don’t need to bribe me.” Brit whispered.

“I mean it. Besides, a few stores have promised me some free stuff.”

Brit took a deep breath, and confirmed to Jenny with a simple knowing look. Jenny almost wanted to kiss Brit on the forehead, but decided that Brit would more than likely overreact to that. Jenny tenderly broke off the hug and took Brit by the hand and lead out of the bathroom and back towards the cafeteria. The crowd, at first, paid no attention to the two until Jenny and Brit started to maneuver through them to go to the center part of the room. Jenny cleared her throat, and out from the top of her head came two speakers. Her left hand retracted and out came a microphone. After testing it with a few taps on the fabric head, she then spoke, “Attention. I got a announcement to make, everyone.” Everyone stopped eating or talking and turned their attention towards Jenny and Brit.

Brit swallowed one last time. From this point on, she would power her way through this.

“Me and Brit…” Jenny turned towards Brit, extending her hand and heart out. Brit didn’t hesitate and took it with a firm grasp. “…are going out!” And the two put on big smiles, Brit’s more forceful. And they waited for the thunderous response. One of either hatred, acceptance, applause, laughter…

…but this response was one of apathy. Some people slowly clapped, some people just stated on, (Most likely not understanding?) and others just returned back to their lunch. Brit and Jenny took a minute of standing completely still, only blinking as they tried to compute what just happened, more so in Jenny’s case. The speakers and microphone took their time retracting back to Jenny, almost if those objects felt embarrassment.

“…honestly not the reaction I was expecting.” Jenny piped up. This apparently earned a verbal actual response from the audience.

“We already knew that. We kept seeing Brit and Jenny go up to the roof.”

“Brad figured it out.”

“Tuck then blabbed about it.”

“Pretty obvious.”

“I kept seeing you guys together.”

“I’m a background character. My opinion doesn’t matter.”

“I read the title of the story. I know about the fourth wall.”

And then everyone went back to his or her business. They treated the big secret of their hometown world-renown super hero and the biggest bully of the school like they found a penny on the ground. Jenny and Brit were left alone in the dull crowd without even a inkling of a idea as to what they should do next. As the bell rang for everyone to return to the class, everyone mechanically went back to their studies. Brit and Jenny continued to stand there.

“Huh.” Jenny broke the silence.

“That simplifies a lot of things.” Brit let loose several relieved breathes as she regained her usual demeanor. “And here I thought this would be a mistake!”

“Well now.” Jenny returned the favor with a chuckle and elbow jab to Brit’s arm. “Seems like someone made a 180.” Brit started to pick up laughter as she endured Jenny’s tender jabs. As the room had become empty, the two spent their time not running off to class but laughing out all their frustrations. Brit suddenly felt way lighter after that. Tonight she could go to sleep without having to worry about any problems now!

The two had to run to get to class in time, but they did make it. Brit took her seat next to Tiff, who had a weird and a conflicted look on her face. Possibly the only person in the entire school to be honestly surprised by the news. Brit waited for Tiff to start the conservation, running high on her bravado. Tiff finally broke the ice with a prompt, “What the hell?”

“Yes, I lied to you.” Brit smugly declared. “I wanted to tell everyone on my own terms.”

“You sidelined me.” Tiff grunted. “Your bestest best friend.”

“Only until I felt like coming out in public.” Brit leaned back in her desk. “If I told you I was actually seeing Jenny, you would have used it to mock me or hold against me as leverage. But now it’s public knowledge…” She held up her hands. “…we can add it to our topics of discussion.”

“Filthy.” Tiff put out her tongue.

“Take a bath then.” Brit retorted with her own tongue wagging. But the teacher standing in front of the two cleared her throat to grab the classes’ attention so they could get back to work on quadratic formulas. Brit and Tiff turned away from each other and for once, paid attention in class.

So things didn’t explode or go into a full-blown riot as Brit dreaded. The only thing on her mind now was how people reacted when they first realized the truth. Then again, nobody confronted the two about the relationship nor posted anything online about it. Then Brit realized the obvious. These people lived in a world where technology is constantly doing all sorts of strange things to everyone, so the best human analogue dating a actual human isn’t all that weird to them. Forgetting about the whole state or worriment she had spent several days in, she got back into her schoolwork.

But Tiff? She knew the truth, until Brit had convinced her otherwise. She honestly believed Brit. Brit honestly seemed so certain on that day. 

Now Tiff looked down upon Brit…

She found herself biting her lip. She hadn’t overthought this. This situation would cause not just a stir, but also a major scandal. She would be mocked in the streets by children and adults alike. School-life would become hell. Would even her own cousin divorce her?

“Hey, Brit, calm down. You’re bleeding.”

Brit lifted her bucktooth up to reveal, yes, she had pressed down hard enough to draw blood from her lip. She quickly dropped the item she believed that would cause the scandal and headed to the bathroom to treat her damaged lip. A little water, a little dab of limp balm, and the cut got treated without leaving a blemish. While there, Brit looked into the medicine cabinet’s mirror for anything else. The only other marks on her otherwise perfect face were the growing eye bags. A little mascara would easily cover it, even though the bags were small and only noticeable when viewed up close.

Maybe she and Jenny should go to bed earlier.

Said robot was waiting for Brit as she out. Jenny had returned to her magazine, but had turned over onto her stomach (Or whatever term best fitted a robot) and dangled her legs in mid-air. As Brit sat down into her favorite chair, Jenny got up with alarm, holding the magazine with both hands. Reaching around Brit, Jenny shoved the intriguing article into Brit’s face with an excited, “Look!”

Brit sighed as she read the article. As Brit guessed, Jenny’s subscription to ‘Wonderful Machines’ hadn’t expired. But the article didn’t talk about the latest in laser technology nor about a robot that could predict future crimes, but rather something that surprised Brit in both a good way and in a bad way.

“Genesis Baby?” Brit repeated the article’s title with amazement.

“Yeah, yeah!” Jenny bobbed her head up and down, her infectious smile coming on. She pulled the magazine away to allow Brit to breath. “Okay, so there are couples who can’t have children, right?”

“…right.”

“Couples who can’t physically have a child…”

“Adoption.”

“Gay couples…”

“Adoption or sperm/egg donations.”

“Couples who can’t legally adopt…”

“Sperm/egg donation, but if there’s a legal reason…”

“Gay couples who can’t physically have children and aren’t allowed to adopt a child of their own due to the law of where they live?”

“…what are the odds of that scenario happening?”

“Oh, Brit.” Jenny laughed it off. “Okay, okay. You don’t want the pitch, you just the details.” Brit decided not to pipe in. Jenny clearly wanted to talk about this. “The thing is, we can make a child of our own! A robotic child that has all the qualities of the parents and all the cool gadgets we could fit in! And, as a robot, they won’t suffer normal childhood injuries!”

“Hmm.” Brit mumbled. “Sounds…interesting. One question tho’. This program…the Genesis Baby? Is it a public thing?”

Jenny quickly flipped the article around to get a good look at it. (Even though she had a computer for a brain.) “It won’t be available for public use until multiple government agencies and some other unions give it their thumbs up.”

“Uh-huh.” Brit got out her trusty nail file and started to work on her right hand. “And tell me, what’s the predicted date?”

Jenny’s smile dropped a bit. “At best? A decade.” But she quickly returned to normal with her next statement. “But we’re still in college. By the time the program is greenlit, we should have stable jobs and a nice home to bring home Nora!”

Brit nearly dropped her file out of shock. “N-nora?” She tried to laugh it off. “Well-hey…we got a long time to decide a child’s name.”

“Well…isn’t human tradition to name a baby after a dead loved one?”

Brit felt like she was just punched in the stomach. Dr. Wakeman died a year ago during the last Cluster attack. Jenny had used that to coldly liquidize Queen Vexus for good. Since then, Jenny had made her peace and generally didn’t like to talk about her mother, at least in a negative tone. But she would gush about the Doctor in great terms like she was still alive. Definitely off-putting. At least Brit could help her whenever it got bad.

“Yes…” But before Brit could continue, she caught onto something. “Wait wait. Why are you assuming that we’re going to have a child together?”

“Well, yeah.” Jenny dropped her magazine in favor of the scandalous item. “You were going to wear this.”

And this item was a extra-large white t-shirt with the saying ‘I Like Big Bolts And I Can’t Lie.’

“I was DEBATING to wear it!” Brit shot back as she got up.

“Is it because of the shirt?” Jenny asked. “Because you’ve worn a shirt like this during Mardi Gras.”

“Yes. I did.”

“Though I do recall you lifted it up…”

“Yes. I did it once, and I already regretted it.”

“I didn’t.”

“All right.” Brit waved her arms to try to change the subject. “Think about this. Yes, I wore a shirt like this during a certain day of the year. But I also wore something else…” Brit traced a finger around Jenny’s chin. “…that you liked better.”

“Oh yeah.” Jenny put on a sly smile. “Everything is better in Rio.”

“Indeed.” Brit turned her chair around to lay her around arms around the top. “So, would you prefer my dancer outfit or the that simple white tee?”

“If I used that mind-control device I took from the Cluster ship…” Jenny started. “I could force you to wear whatever I wanted.” Brit blinked a few times before Jenny tried again. “But if I had a choice, I would rather have you wearing that sexy dancer outfit than anything else.”

“I would to, but only if it came with a winter version.” Brit nearly got herself to talk nothing about fashion, but quickly shook her head to get back on topic. “The point is…the shirt? It’s gaudy!”

“Oh come on!” Jenny pursed her lips as she held up the shirt like she was selling it. “It’s got a funny saying on it that’s prevalent to your interests! It’s comfy, perfect for late nights of even when you’re stuck out in the rain!”

“Well…” Brit scratched the back of her neck. “I mean this only for the t-shirt…but I hate the saying.”

“What?” Jenny exclaimed. “Why?” Jenny turned around to look at her rear. “Is my rear not the right size for you?” Jenny’s eyes whirled for a minute before her rear expanded a bit, with her waist and legs doing the same to work with the new measurements. Brit had to prevent herself from licking her lips as she needed to discuss a important matter.

“It’s fine.” Brit coughed. “But you see…wearing something like that out in public? Gets people’s attention. A little too much attention…”

“Wait!” Jenny turned around, a little bit annoyed now. “Your main problem with the shirt is not the shirt itself, but the message might make you look less cool?”

“Well…”

“Brit.” Jenny sighed, her arms swinging freely at her sides. “You’re a robosexual. It’s a growing phenomenon that’s catching fast. Soon, it’s going to be a normal social thing. I wouldn’t be surprised that the next mayor, senator, president, king, whatever member of authority will be a robosexual himself or herself!”

“Well…”

“Brit. You kissed ME first, remember? Lunch hour, second week of our last year at Tremorton High?”

“Well…”

“Brit. We went to the prom together. You got elected Prom Queen, and I nearly decked the Prom King for kissing you?”

“Well…”

“Brit. We live in the same college apartment. We hug and kiss in public. We nearly got hit by a plane during our last public make-out session.”

“…” Brit went quiet.

“Yeah, yeah. Well. Well what?!” Jenny protested. “It’s just a stupid t-shirt!” She stuck out her tongue and flapped it around for a bit. “Fine, don’t wear it. I’ll wear it, even though it will probably get ripped up the next time some big monster attacks.” Jenny sat down on the bed with a huff. Brit got up and joined her, sighing in the process.

“If it means that much to you that I wear it, then I will.” After swallowing some hard air, Brit lowered the shirt over her head. A cool sensation came all over her. The shirt must have been in a cool room or just washed. Brit liked it. “Ooo, I feel a bit more relaxed.”

“Told ya.” Jenny elbowed her. “You don’t have to wear it in public. Just wear it indoors, like for bed or a lazy day.” Jenny winked. “Or…”

“Well, I do admit, the shirt does tell the truth.” Brit laughed as she playfully shoved Jenny onto the bed.

Sure, the two used to be enemies. Sure, Brit constantly worried about her public appearance. But in the end, Jenny had forgiven Brit and Brit had gotten over the whole thing.

But she preferred to name their child Gail.

My Life As A Teenage Robot: My Life As A Young Adult Robosexual

She found herself biting her lip. She hadn’t overthought this. This situation would cause not just a stir, but also a major scandal. She would be mocked in the streets by children and adults alike. School-life would become hell. Would even her own cousin divorce her?

“Hey, Brit, calm down. You’re bleeding.”

Brit lifted her bucktooth up to reveal, yes, she had pressed down hard enough to draw blood from her lip. She quickly dropped the item she believed that would cause the scandal and headed to the bathroom to treat her damaged lip. A little water, a little dab of limp balm, and the cut got treated without leaving a blemish. While there, Brit looked into the medicine cabinet’s mirror for anything else. The only other marks on her otherwise perfect face were the growing eye bags. A little mascara would easily cover it, even though the bags were small and only noticeable when viewed up close.

Maybe she and Jenny should go to bed earlier.

Said robot was waiting for Brit as she out. Jenny had returned to her magazine, but had turned over onto her stomach (Or whatever term best fitted a robot) and dangled her legs in mid-air. As Brit sat down into her favorite chair, Jenny got up with alarm, holding the magazine with both hands. Reaching around Brit, Jenny shoved the intriguing article into Brit’s face with an excited, “Look!”

Brit sighed as she read the article. As Brit guessed, Jenny’s subscription to ‘Wonderful Machines’ hadn’t expired. But the article didn’t talk about the latest in laser technology nor about a robot that could predict future crimes, but rather something that surprised Brit in both a good way and in a bad way.

Genesis Baby?” Brit repeated the article’s title with amazement.

“Yeah, yeah!” Jenny bobbed her head up and down, her infectious smile coming on. She pulled the magazine away to allow Brit to breath. “Okay, so there are couples who can’t have children, right?”

“…right.”

“Couples who can’t physically have a child…”

“Adoption.”

“Gay couples…”

“Adoption or sperm/egg donations.”

“Couples who can’t legally adopt…”

“Sperm/egg donation, but if there’s a legal reason…”

“Gay couples who can’t physically have children and aren’t allowed to adopt a child of their own due to the law of where they live?”

“…what are the odds of that scenario happening?”

“Oh, Brit.” Jenny laughed it off. “Okay, okay. You don’t want the pitch, you just the details.” Brit decided not to pipe in. Jenny clearly wanted to talk about this. “The thing is, we can make a child of our own! A robotic child that has all the qualities of the parents and all the cool gadgets we could fit in! And, as a robot, they won’t suffer normal childhood injuries!”

“Hmm.” Brit mumbled. “Sounds…interesting. One question tho’. This program…the Genesis Baby? Is it a public thing?”

Jenny quickly flipped the article around to get a good look at it. (Even though she had a computer for a brain.) “It won’t be available for public use until multiple government agencies and some other unions give it their thumbs up.”

“Uh-huh.” Brit got out her trusty nail file and started to work on her right hand. “And tell me, what’s the predicted date?”

Jenny’s smile dropped a bit. “At best? A decade.” But she quickly returned to normal with her next statement. “But we’re still in college. By the time the program is greenlit, we should have stable jobs and a nice home to bring home Nora!”

Brit nearly dropped her file out of shock. “N-nora?” She tried to laugh it off. “Well-hey…we got a long time to decide a child’s name.”

“Well…isn’t human tradition to name a baby after a dead loved one?”

Brit felt like she was just punched in the stomach. Dr. Wakeman died a year ago during the last Cluster attack. Jenny had used that to coldly liquidize Queen Vexus for good. Since then, Jenny had made her peace and generally didn’t like to talk about her mother, at least in a negative tone. But she would gush about the Doctor in great terms like she was still alive. Definitely off-putting. At least Brit could help her whenever it got bad.

“Yes…” But before Brit could continue, she caught onto something. “Wait wait. Why are you assuming that we’re going to have a child together?”

“Well, yeah.” Jenny dropped her magazine in favor of the scandalous item. “You were going to wear this.”

And this item was a extra-large white t-shirt with the saying ‘I Like Big Bolts And I Can’t Lie.’

“I was DEBATING to wear it!” Brit shot back as she got up.

“Is it because of the shirt?” Jenny asked. “Because you’ve worn a shirt like this during Mardi Gras.”

“Yes. I did.”

“Though I do recall you lifted it up…”

“Yes. I did it once, and I already regretted it.”

“I didn’t.”

“All right.” Brit waved her arms to try to change the subject. “Think about this. Yes, I wore a shirt like this during a certain day of the year. But I also wore something else…” Brit traced a finger around Jenny’s chin. “…that you liked better.”

“Oh yeah.” Jenny put on a sly smile. “Everything is better in Rio.”

“Indeed.” Brit turned her chair around to lay her around arms around the top. “So, would you prefer my dancer outfit or the that simple white tee?”

“If I used that mind-control device I took from the Cluster ship…” Jenny started. “I could force you to wear whatever I wanted.” Brit blinked a few times before Jenny tried again. “But if I had a choice, I would rather have you wearing that sexy dancer outfit than anything else.”

“I would to, but only if it came with a winter version.” Brit nearly got herself to talk nothing about fashion, but quickly shook her head to get back on topic. “The point is…the shirt? It’s gaudy!”

“Oh come on!” Jenny pursed her lips as she held up the shirt like she was selling it. “It’s got a funny saying on it that’s prevalent to your interests! It’s comfy, perfect for late nights of even when you’re stuck out in the rain!”

“Well…” Brit scratched the back of her neck. “I mean this only for the t-shirt…but I hate the saying.”

“What?” Jenny exclaimed. “Why?” Jenny turned around to look at her rear. “Is my rear not the right size for you?” Jenny’s eyes whirled for a minute before her rear expanded a bit, with her waist and legs doing the same to work with the new measurements. Brit had to prevent herself from licking her lips as she needed to discuss a important matter.

“It’s fine.” Brit coughed. “But you see…wearing something like that out in public? Gets people’s attention. A little too much attention…”

“Wait!” Jenny turned around, a little bit annoyed now. “Your main problem with the shirt is not the shirt itself, but the message might make you look less cool?”

“Well…”

“Brit.” Jenny sighed, her arms swinging freely at her sides. “You’re a robosexual. It’s a growing phenomenon that’s catching fast. Soon, it’s going to be a normal social thing. I wouldn’t be surprised that the next mayor, senator, president, king, whatever member of authority will be a robosexual himself or herself!”

“Well…”

“Brit. You kissed ME first, remember? Lunch hour, second week of our last year at Tremorton High?”

“Well…”

“Brit. We went to the prom together. You got elected Prom Queen, and I nearly decked the Prom King for kissing you?”

“Well…”

“Brit. We live in the same college apartment. We hug and kiss in public. We nearly got hit by a plane during our last public make-out session.”

“…” Brit went quiet.

“Yeah, yeah. Well. Well what?!” Jenny protested. “It’s just a stupid t-shirt!” She stuck out her tongue and flapped it around for a bit. “Fine, don’t wear it. I’ll wear it, even though it will probably get ripped up the next time some big monster attacks.” Jenny sat down on the bed with a huff. Brit got up and joined her, sighing in the process.

“If it means that much to you that I wear it, then I will.” After swallowing some hard air, Brit lowered the shirt over her head. A cool sensation came all over her. The shirt must have been in a cool room or just washed. Brit liked it. “Ooo, I feel a bit more relaxed.”

“Told ya.” Jenny elbowed her. “You don’t have to wear it in public. Just wear it indoors, like for bed or a lazy day.” Jenny winked. “Or…”

“Well, I do admit, the shirt does tell the truth.” Brit laughed as she playfully shoved Jenny onto the bed.

Sure, the two used to be enemies. Sure, Brit constantly worried about her public appearance. But in the end, Jenny had forgiven Brit and Brit had gotten over the whole thing.

But she preferred to name their child Gail.