(This will be in Third Person as it presumes that "You," the reader are still Evelyn and she is elsewhere in this story branch.)
Once the celebration died down, Balinda moves in closer to speak with her daughter.
"Now that the ceremony is over, why don't we walk home together? We can talk more there," Balinda innocently inquires.
Ashleigh is still visually distressed by her mother's new condition, "Umm... ok." In truth, she was rather intimidated standing next to her mother. She was tall enough that when Ashleigh stood beneath her, her mother's vast bust blocks out the sun.
As they walk to their home in the Mage Quarter, Balinda's appearance attracts more than a few gawkers and cat-calls from men, but Balinda didn't mind because she knew she was gorgeous and she wore her body proudly. Balinda even responded to some of the cat-calls with a shake of her prodigious butt and receiving several excited cheers in return. Ashleigh reacted to the unwanted attention and her mother's behavior with annoyance and growing anger.
"Can we hurry up? I don't like being out here with everyone staring."
"Alright sweety, we can hurry up, but I don't see the problem," Balinda calmly responded.
In the Mage Quarter, the mother and daughter pair's house is just one of many other townhouses in that section of the city, white brick walls, violet shingled roof, with ivy growing around the blue glass windows. When they got to the front door, Balinda had to duck her head in order to get inside. "Oh no, this won't do," the Alliance captain says aloud. She uses her magic to raise the house's indoor ceiling, completely adjusting the whole house to her height, furniture and all. Despite the drastic changes to the interior, the exterior of the building remains static, with no one outside the wiser.
"You have that power now!?" Ashleigh blurted out at the changing rooms.
"Yep! All thanks to the enhancement," Balinda tells her.
"A-and... what happened to you while you were away? About a year ago before you left, you were around my height. And why are you a Blood Elf now? Is it permanent?" Ashleigh asked.
"It is indeed permanent, my body will naturally be like this for the rest of my life. And what exactly happened, I'll tell you when you're a little older."
"That's not fair! I'm sixteen, I'm still young! I should still be growing, not you! And why can't I know? I'm nearly an adult!" Tears well up in her eyes while she says this during her outburst of emotion.
"Honey, sweety, it's alright. I'll tell you when I feel it's the right time, I just feel that it would be too dangerous and I don't want you running out and risking your life needlessly. Give it a couple of years and finish your hunter training and then you'll be ready." Balinda lifts her petite daughter far up from the ground near her massive bosom in her effort to comfort and console her. "You know I haven't held you like this since you were a baby. My boobs are so big now I think I could put you between them and walk around with you trapped inside my chest."
"No please don't!"
"I'm just kidding! I would never humiliate my daughter like that!" Balinda explains herself.
"Ummm Ok...I think I'm ready to be let down now," Ashleigh tells her enormous keeper.
"Alright sweety. And I'm glad to be back home." Balinda smiles as she takes off her robe and slips into a long pink sleeping gown fit for her size, she yawns, "and time for bed." She lays down in her immense bed, leaving Asleigh alone to go to her room, fortunately for her, the furniture has remained unchanged, aside from the raised ceiling and doorway.
Ashleigh grumbles at her new found predicament for what her everyday life is going to become: dealing with her elven amazon of a mom. Because of her jealousy and growing resentment for everything that her mother has, Ashleigh decides that she needs to do something to compete with her mom's stunning body or risk staying trapped in her mother's ever growing shadow, forever unnoticed.
