"Holy shit." Misty said with a surprised look.
"Misty.. did my boob just talk?" Cordelia asked in fright.
"That isn't the only thing I will do." The boob said.
With this the boob sprouted legs and jumped off Cordelia's chest. Not only did it grow legs but arms as well. It slowly grew into what looked like a 12 year old scene girl.
"I fooled you all along Mom." The boob girl said.
"I am not mom.. I am woman missing boob."
"No Mom. This is what you wanted. I am your child. The toilet paper changed me." Boob girl said.
"But you were such a good boob. What do you even call that hair do?" Cordelia asked in annoyance.
"It's called teased hair. All the cool kids at school are doing it."
"You were a boob a few moments ago.. You have never gone to school. You're crazy." Cordelia said.
"GOD MOM! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME!" Boob girl cried as she ran up the stairs.
"Hey! Don't talk to ya mom like that!" Misty exclaimed before the girl made it to her room slamming the door.
"Misty, you do realize this is crazy.. right? She is a boob child."
"Cordelia don't question it. Just go with the flow. We have a child now. We should be grateful. What are we gonna name her?" Misty asked.
"We aren't going to name her anything for goodness sake!"
"I like the name Nutella. Let's name her Nutella!"
"NO! Nutella is a chocolate spread Misty. If you're going to name the boob name her something decent at lest.. like Lavender Oil Day." Cordelia suggested.
"Lavender Oil Day. I LOVE IT!" Misty exclaimed.
"Alright go call our daughter down hear so we can have a talk to her."
"Lavender Oil get your ass down here right now! Stop teasing your hair, taking selfies while your crying, and talk to us." Misty yelled.