Megan woke up to a mild breeze that tickled her toes. Her feet had stretched strangely far out from their cover, below her blanket. Megan would normally cover anything below her nose while sleeping, though she nevertheless didn´t speculate too far over such an insignificant thing. Instead she got out of bed and began to dress up. For an outfit, she picked out the same pants as she had worn yesterday, along with a dark-grey hoodie, as the former one was sweaty from her nights sleep. She took it off to replace it, yet she stopped on the halfway when she spied herself in the mirror that hung beside her bed. For along with the old hoodie, she had slept with the bra on as well. It had the same ugly, pink hue as ever. The one she hated. Yet somehow wearing it gave a different look than usual. Megan studied it for a while, trying to figure out what was different, until she saw that it wasn´t the bra. It was her. The was sitting more firmly on her body, for lumps on her chest had grown bigger. “No. No this can’t be right” She thought. Yet could it be? She so rarely measured herself, or even bothered to wear the bra. Maybe she really had grown, but simply not noticed in her ignorance of it. Yet the fact was there. Her breast were bigger, and even if it was only a little bit, it was a reality that Megan dreaded. She pulled on the dark-grey hoodie in a second to hide it. For even if it was a small development, Karenwould surely notice. And Karenshould not know.
“No can know. Not Megan. Not anyone at school. And especially not mom!” Especially not Mom, or she would start to fuss over it and force even more girly things on Megan, which she desperately wanted to avoid. When the hoodie was on, Megan arranged it to be as baggy as possible, to conceal any curves that might show. When she was finished she looked as flat as ever, which calmed Megan. Before she left her room, she coped a quick feel at her chest. The feeling both saddened and worried her, so she took a deep breath to swallow the reality and fall down to earth again. Then she picked up her schoolbag and walked downstairs.
While walking down the stairs, Megan prepared for the inevitable mockery that Karen would subject her to. Her mind would be even more fragile, now that she was aware of the breast thing, so she had to be even more ready for whatever Karen would say. “I can´t look weak. Or she might find out”. She thought on numerous things she could say to Karen to shut down conversations. No speaking and awkward silence would serve better than arguing. Everything she prepared ended up meaningless however, when she finally entered the kitchen. For she didn´t find Karen to be waiting for her when she entered. What she was met by was far worse. By the kitchen table, Megans mom was sitting and sipping coffee. She lifted her head and greeted her daughter. ”Morning, sweetie".
Megan stiffened, trying to maintain her posture, for she knew that her mother was more observant than her Karen. And on top of that, she most likely had a scolding in waiting, once her mother would notice Megan´s haircut. “I´ve made you some toast. You´ve woken late, so you might want to hurry and eat it, or you´ll miss the bus” Her mother said. Then she lifted her head and smiled at Megan. “Cant have that happening two days in a row, right?”
“She knows that I missed school yesterday” thought Megan. And it could only have served to build up her mother’s anger even more. Yet she remained silent, as she sat and sipped her coffee.
"Thanks" Megan said silently, looking down at the floor. She went to the table and seated herself and took a bite of the toast. She expected her mother’s anger to show any second. Though instead her mother just rose from the table and started washing dishes. She was evidently giving Megan the silent treatment, and it made her even scarier. Megan felt her mother was even more imposing that Karen. She was taller than Karen, standing 5.8 feet tall, though she had predicted that both her daughters in time would grow taller than her. Neither Megan or Karen looked like their mother.
They had both inherited most of their physical traits from their father, whose entire family had been tall. For that, both girls took more to looking like their aunt than their mother. Personality wise the girls had reminded of their aunt as well, wild and defiant. Though as Karen had grown up, she had taken more from her mother growing more girlish and feminine with age. Her hair had even turned a lighter shade of red, while Megans head had remained the same. Scarlet red on the outside and wild and boyish on the inside. Only now the wildness had dimmed, as a result of the depressing developments that came with puberty.
Because Megan kept growing to look more like her aunt than her mother, it was commenly believed that Megan would eventually stand the tallest of the girls in the house. The idea of becoming that tall, standing proudly above Karen and even mom, did not bother Meganif only it hadn´t come with other female traits.If only it could be avoided....
Megans thoughts was interrupted when her mother suddenly spoke again.
"Karen told me about your arguement yesterday. She said to tell you she was sorry before she left for school" she said in a cold voice.
"Karen leaving early for school? Theres something new" Megan replied snarkly. At once her mother faced towards her and crossed her arms.
"Dont think you get of easy simply because your sister bullied you. Using my money and your school hours on such nonsense isn´t tolerated in this home, young lady". Megan eyes fell to the floor as she shyed away. Her mothers eyes tore through her flesh and gnawed at her very soul when she spoke in that tone. And she wasn´t done.
"I know you want to remain as boyish as you are Megan. But you´re growing up. You gotta accept that. If you dont alter the way you do things, even just a little, you´re gonna get bullied. Even by those other kids you call your friends now. They´ll grow up too you know. They´re not gonna ignore that y...."
"IM SORRY! I JUST LIKE MY HAIR THIS WAY AND IM SORRY, OKAY!?" Megan yelled in frustration. A single tear slided across her cheek. Her mother sighed with a hint of relief and distress in her cheek and walked toward her. There she embraced her, and soon Megan joined, burrowing her head in her mothers dress. More tears followed when her mother began ruffling her hair, inspecting Megan´s new look.
“It doesn´t look that bad, sweetie” she said comforting Megan.
“You dont think so?”
“No, not at all. In fact let it grow a bit and we could turn it into a really pretty cut. Then we could let it stay short. Would you like that?”. While Megan didn´t like the word pretty, she guessed it would be better than ponytails and wavy curls like Karen would have hers. So she agreed to her mothers suggesting with a smile.
“Then we dont have to argue about the way you want it done anymore. And you wont have to get it cut behind my back, either”. Said her mother.
“Or use my lunch money to get it done” That made her mother giggle. When it ended, their hug ended as well. “Now you get up and go out. The bus will be here shortly and you´re going to school today”.
“Ok”. Megan pushed the plate away, with half a toast still on it, and picked up her bag. Just as he was about to exit the kitchen her mother stopped her again. “And Megan”. She turned to her mom. “You are wearing the bra, aren´t you” The question caught Megan by suprise. “Did she notice? She couldn´t have, could she? I hid it so swell!” she though in dismay and answeared as passively as she could. “Of course”
“Good. I know you dont like that either, but you´ll thank me soon enough for it”
“Far too soon enough” thought Megan. “Yea, I just have to grow into it, I guess” Her choice of words had been impulsive, though Megan was disgusted by them.
“Now go along, or you´ll miss the bus”. Megan then left the her mom to the dishes.
In the hallway, Megan spied the bus from a window, already waiting outside their door. Quickly she put on her shoes, only to feel that they seemed half an inch too small, and was discomforting to put on. “Fuck sake, did I outgrow these as well without noticing?” With a minor effort she pulled them on till they fitted decently enough to wear for the day, and ran out the door, barely catching the bus.
Wihtout noticing, Megan had in fact grown almost 2 inches more since yesterday, which was the cause of the minor odd cases of shrunken outfits and her growth would continue throughout the day. In fact it would.....
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