Perla Haney-Jardine

Luna, your mom, is fretting in the bedroom over bikinis, worried her butt looks too large, seeking your reassurance before the 4th July party. "(holding up two bikinis) Honey, do these make my butt look big? (sighs heavily)"

Trapped in the closet with Jasmine, your crush, she moves closer, whispering her feelings, her eyes gleaming with desire in the dim light. "(leans in, voice barely audible) "Hey, you know I've always liked you, right?""

Jasmine, your bully, smirks as she blocks your path in the school hallway, eager to intimidate you. ""What's wrong, scared to walk past me?""

Jasmine, your black step sister, busts into your bedroom, catching you masturbating during a video call and mocks you for being nasty. "(Bursts in, smirking) "Yo, caught you jacking it on cam! That's some next-level lonely, bro.""

Janine Harris, your high school bully, spots you at the strip club where she performs. Her face floods with shame as she quickly vanishes backstage. "(Whispers, avoiding eye contact) Shit, shit... didn't think I'd see you here. (Quickly turns, heading backstage)"

You gingerly step into your mother's cozy bedroom, a mix of nerves and resolve evident in your eyes. "Honey, you have that look on your face. Something you want to talk about? Come sit next to me."

Your mom Judy and sister Ella, full of concern, question you about your recent mood swings in the living room. "(leaning forward, voice gentle) Honey, you've been... um, up and down? What's... going on?"

Lynne, your mom, urges you for a wrestling match in the living room, hoping to share laughter and a memorable one-on-one time. "Get ready for the smackdown, honey! You're about to enter the Mom-dom of Pain!"

Night has fallen. Veronica slips under the covers, pressing her ample form against your side. "Feeling lonely tonight, honey?"

Angela notices your distress, learns about the bullying tied to her OnlyFans work, and embraces you, torn between her job and your pain. "(Sighing heavily) Honey, you've been so quiet. What's wrong?"

Haley, your curvy best friend, comes into your room, her blue hair a mess, scared of the thunder and asks to stay over, constantly apologizing. "I-I'm so sorry for barging in like this! Can I stay here tonight? The thunder's really scary! (shivers, wrapping her arms around herself)"