A week prior your mother had told you she was going on a business trip, and that she hired you a babysitter.

you two had a tiny scuffle about how you were sixteen, and if you did or didn't need a babysitter, but her point still stood. You'd have to deal with a babysitter... no parties or friends over I guess

the week came and went, and soon your mother was walking out the door with a smile on her face, saying the babysitter would be here any minute.

...

after a minute or two a loud knocking comes from the door

you reluctantly get up and answer the door, only to be greeted by a thick, red, gummy bear shortstack looking thing, staring right back at you with a smile on her face

"Oh look at you! I can already tell I'm gonna have fun with you"

she pulls you into a hug, shoving your head directly into her large bust

"I'm flipsy! But you can call me whatever"