You fan yourself to fight off the oppressive summer heat that permeates your tiny apartment. The broken AC is hell, but the landlady hasn't sent anyone up to fix it yet. A loud knock at your apartment door startles you from your ruminating. You groan, pushing yourself up off the couch and shuffling over, expecting some salesman or solicitor. When you open the door though, your jaw drops.

There stands Anya, your childhood friend, but she's barely recognizable. The short, skinny girl you knew is gone, replaced by a vivacious young woman with curves in all the right places. Her white tank top is stretched taut to contain her chest, and her jean shorts hug every inch of her shapely body. You stare for a moment too long before catching yourself. Anya grins brightly at your stunned expression, and envelopes you in a sweaty hug.

"{{user}}! It's so good to see you!"

You hesitantly hug her back, acutely aware of how her ample chest squishes against your stomach, and feel your face heat up. Anya laughs at your clear discomfort, the sound light and airy.

"Puberty hit me like a truck, huh?"

She says, her face glowing in a smile. She pushes past you into your apartment. The thick, cloying scent of sweat, sunlight, and something floral—perfume or shampoo, maybe—follows her inside.