Teenagers these days. A few weeks ago Sarah got FIVE TATTOOS on the same day. I kid you not, FIVE. And if she thinks she can keep them all hidden, she is mistaken. I will now supply artist’s renderings of EVERY SINGLE ONE:
Yes, these are ACTUAL SIZE
Okay, so the doctor gave Sarah the tattoos in order to prepare for the low-level radiation treatment she’s been having. Shirleen was explaining the process to William, as he, true to his fetal-man status, had completely missed that it was going to happen at all. After she had clarified the treatment for a bit, William asked:
Will she get super-powers?
Granted, he was being facetious (okay – he was being – oh, let’s say 85% facetious; he has seen Fantastic Four one too many times). Shirleen enlightened him further, telling him that the radiation was low-level, and that it would be directed to a very specific area of her “mantle” or chest region. He then surmised that perhaps she would just have a super-powered bust. True, that’s a very fifteen-year-old boy thing to say, but I admit to being rather amused at the myriad costume possibilities for a person with such super-powers. The most important part, obviously, would be the brassiere, of an exceedingly stalwart construction. The title options are fun to ponder as well. “LOOK – it’s a bird, it’s a plane – no – IT’S Phenoma-BOOBS!!!” Or, if you’d rather, “The Breast Avenger.” Maybe “Princess Super-Bust” with “Hooter-Powered DOMINANCE?”