Violet/Helen in Risque Rivaly: Part One

Violet studied herself carefully in the mirror. First her front, then her back, then, a little twirl. She had just gotten her new uniform from E: one she had specifically requested be kept secret. A skintight top with a plunging "V" neckline that made her small, perky breasts anything but a mystery. A V-shaped bottom that ended less than an inch above her vag and a seat that vanished inside her pert rear. And in the middle... nothing, save her own exposed navel.
She hefted her left breast in one hand: she turned around, and gave her bottom, barely contained in a legless leotard bottom, a spank. Her eyes widened. "Am I... hot?"she said aloud to herself.  "I think I'm hot!" She struck a pose, jutting her hip, placing one hand on it, and pouting her lip. "You're going down, stud," she said, biting her lip as a naughty thought entered her mind. "Unless... you wanna do something for me..."

"Violet?" The teen jumped and squealed in shock, whirling around to find her mother standing in the hall, basket of laundry balanced on her hip. "What on Earth are you wearing?" Violet murmured, stared at the floor, and backed up into her mirror, the cold glass pressing against her exposed, perky buttcheeks. "I... I just thought..." she mumbled, not looking her mother in the eye. "I just thought I'd try a new outfit..."

Helen scoffed. "Sweetie, I love you, but that... that has to be the LEAST practical outfit for crimefighting I have ever seen!" Violet felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment. "I mean, just because you turn invisible doesn't mean your OUTFIT has to be invisible!" Helen giggled.

Vi started to get angry. Here she had been, feeling so confident and sexy a minute ago, and now her own mother was mocking her?! She started groping around her mind for some kind of response. "Well, I... I... At least I have the figure to make it work!" She found herself saying.

Helen stopped laughing. "ExCUSE me, young lady?"

The words spilled out of Vi's mouth before she even realized what she was saying. "At least I can make this suit look good! I don't have ridiculous saggy cow tits and a gross cottage cheese butt!"

Helen was shocked. Shocked and angry. She stammered, stunned, searching for some sort of retort, but Violet was on the offensive now, and wouldn't be stopped.

"Last time I checked, I'm NOT a little girl, and YOU can't tell me what I can and can't wear!" Violet knew she shouldn't speak to Helen this way, but she couldn't help it. She felt powerful, for the first time in her life. "So why don't you and your huge, flabby ass BUTT OUT!"Violet accentuated this last point by slamming the door in Helen's face.
Helen stood there, shaking, her face turning purple with rage. Tossing the laundry basket to the ground, she stomped towards her bedroom and began rummaging through her closet. "I can't believe her! That little... that little SKANK!" she thought to herself, the part of her mind that cared for her daughter overwhelmed by her injured pride. She wasn't about to let Violet win. She'd show that skinny slut who had the best figure. If she could just find her costume from that dark age...

Thirty minutes later, Vi's preening was interrupted by a knock on her door. She frowned and burrowed her brow: it was probably her mom. Violet felt bad about what happened earlier. She hated being made fun of, but it wasn't right to snap at her mom like that. Swallowing her pride, she crossed towards the door. "Mom, I just wanna say I'm sooooo..."

Vi was stopped midsentence by what she saw. Her mother's figure, elevated two inches by platform, thigh high, high heels.  Booty shorts that were more booty than shorts, the distinct camel toe making it evident they were two sizes too small. Red and white bullseye pasties that were clearly not designed for the chest of a woman who had nursed three kids, her chest  ballooning with each one.
Vi stammered, stunned by the sight of her mother, essentially naked.

"Hey sweetie," Helen purred viciously. "What say we go out on patrol? You know, a little mother-daughter bonding."