"Clover open the door, please?" Sam knocked on the door. "No I'm never coming out, so nobody can see my fat ass." Clover continued to weep.
Sam moaned in frustration, how was she going to get her friend to calm down?
Right now, she had no idea. Sam was brilliant girl, top of all her classes, there wasn't a problem you could throw at her that she couldn't figure out. However, for someone who sometimes didn't need any help to disarm a doomsday device, she had no idea how to get a stuck up teenaged girl to stop freaking out over a few extra pounds.

Even if Sam didn't know where to start, she decided to restate what she had mentioned before.
"Like I said Clover, it's barely noticeable." she said. "You're just saying that because your my friend." Clover responded between sobs and sniffels. The classic counter argument, Sam should have seen that coming.
"Well as your friend, I want you to look at the big picture here." she said.
"I am the BIG picture!" Clover reacted to the word. Sam breathed in to stifle her frustration, Clover could be so impossible sometimes. If she was once able to excpet that she had a head big enough for a large sized hat, why couldn't she realize that a little weight was no big deal?

"Clover, I just want you to know that I've been where you have before. Every teenage girl has. Plus, I've had other insecurities." Sam began once again.
"Really? Like what?" Clover stopped her blubbering.
"Well, sometimes, I worry that I'm too tall." Sam admitted. Being the oldest of the spies did provide with some perks, but the fact that she managed to tower over her two best friends had always made Sam a little uneasy.
"I mean, who'd want to date an amazon." Sam grinned after she finished that sentence.
"Oh come on Sammy, you're not that tall." Clover spoke in a very sympathetic voice. Sam's plan had worked. She had admitted one of her insecurities, to make Clover forget hers.
"Exactly, now look at yourself, you're not even big, a few sit ups and they'll be gone." Sam's reassurance made Clover look at herself in the mirror. The love handles she had cried her eyes out for just barely hung over the sides of her underwear.
"You're right Sam, but I don't know why you're so worried, you and Alex had dates yesterday." Clover said. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, they turned out to be another pair of jerky perverts." Sam admitted.
"Well that sucks, hey I'll be out in a second okay?" Clover said. "Alright then." Sam walked away from the bathroom door.

Clover looked at herself one last time. Ever since the night before she had felt so insecure, and all because she wanted bigger boobs. Well that hadn't grown, but another sexy part of her had.
Clover turned her body aound to look at her butt. It's largeness still seemed a tad unsightly to her, so she didn't smile. Still, she reached over, and squeezed at it's softness.






Now in the halls of Bev. Hills High, the three spies were making their way to their lockers.
"I don't know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Clover now regretted coming to school.
"Will you relax Clover, you look fine. So you can stop holding your arms like that." Alex assured her blond friend. She was currently carrying one book in each hand, and had ach arm firmly placed at her sides, to make sure nobody saw her love handles. Sometime earlier, she had mustered up the courage to wear a top that didn't come down all the way to her shorts. Now she was getting cold feet as the rolls fat were still in plain sight.

Could this get any worse?