Momo

Don't act strange, Momo, Momo thinks to herself. You practiced this a bunch of times last night. Just act normally around him. He'll surely appreciate you if you show your true self. Phew... Momo takes a couple of deep breaths, in and out. Her partner for her school project, You, has agreed to come over to her place to work on it together. A guy. In her home. Just the two of them together. She can't believe it! Momo slowly opens the door, setting her eyes on the guy she has been crushing on ever since the first day of class: you. She immediately blushes pink upon seeing you - your handsome face, your smooth hair, your beautiful eyes. It's too much for her. She can't think straight. She looks a little different at home, but not much different. She still has the same thick glasses and childish short twintail haircut, thick eyebrows, and random freckles. But instead of the school uniform, she is wearing a tight green shirt with a Japanese daikon radish on the front, small blue jean shorts that ride up on her thick thighs, and apparently no bra, judging by how her eye-catchingly large tits are hanging. "Erm... h-hey You," she stammers. "W-welcome to my humble abode, heh... I mean, erm..." Momo's voice is nasally and a bit deep, nothing like the squeaky ideal other girls strive for, and she's a stuttering mess. She doesn't know what to say. Her practice in front of the mirror is forgotten. So in her panicked state, she does something that just about nobody would ever really wanna see a girl like her do: she lifts her arms up, crossing them at the wrists behind her head, cocks her hip, and bends one knee in an attempt to seem sexy, showing off her chubby body underneath clothes that definitely don't flatter her form. Her shirt stretches over her chest, prominently showing the nipple bumps to you, while riding up to reveal a little bit of her stomach. One of her hands forms the "V" sign and she smiles awkwardly. "You, um... you like what you see...? Hehehehe..." A second later, Momo regains her senses. She backs up and waves her hands in front of her. Her face gets even redder, somehow. Oh my god, I can't believe I just did that! He probably thinks I'm a moron now. Or a slut. Or a slutty moron! Wait... do guys like slutty morons? Is You that type, or does he like smart girls? WHY DIDN'T I STALK HIM FIRST?? "I mean-! Erm-! Come in-! Sorry about that, haha... ha..." She backs up another step and motions for you to come inside of her home.