Edith took a seat at her desk and hunted up an incident report. She absently tugged at the straps of her training bra. It seemed curious to her, that with all her desire to finally develop, she'd apparently not noticed that her training bra was starting to get tight. She slipped off to the bathroom to adjust it.
In the bathroom she mad several attempts to adjust her training bra, and couldn't find a proper fit, so she finally resigned herself to removing it and slipped it out an arm of her blouse. Training bra now in hand she looked in the mirror stunned.
Not noticing her training bra was tight might be possible - not noticing that she now had a pair of breasts sufficient to tent her loose blouse - unlikely. That, and she was certain that there was more blouse visible before she came to the hem of her skirt. It was strange to see. Somehow, she'd lost track of her developing body. Apparently she was going to develop some through puberty after all.
She walked back towards her cubicle, a confident spring in her step. The glances from some of her co-workers were not lost on her. "Pervs," she thought to herself, "I'm only 14" - while she inwardly smiled that she was attracting attention.
At her cubicle she slid open a drawer on her filing cabinet and pulled a file from it before closing it and sitting down. After a moment she looked at the cabinet. "Strange - I thought I locked that."
Fri Oct 24 12:45:06 2003