You just turned 18, the last one of all the seniors and Lakeview High, about a mile North of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. You force your school uniform over your chest, and after a minute or two, you can finally fit it over you C cup breasts.

“Jennifer, I made pancakes!”,

comes a voice from downstairs.

“Thanks, Mom!”, you holler back.

You rush downstairs and have a healthy serving. You scarf down the pancakes, a golden brown, with warm butter and dripping syrup. You grab your back pack, and are on your way to school.