Page 6 of The Sandbar saga
Chapter 2
Katie dug deeper inthe drawer, pushing aside a red bra, and finding a black one that was soft and slick. Holding the contraption to her chest, she stepped over to the full-length mirror in the corner of her mom's walk-in closet.
She posed left and right, then fiddled with the clasp until it came undone. Having watched other girls in P.E. when they had to dress, she first put the bra around her ribs. Her arms strained the longer she struggled to hook the two ends together.
Her skin dampened in exertion. She stuck out her bottom lip and blew her hair off her overheated face. At the point of giving up, the first little metal hook slipped into place. Dropping her arms to her sides in exhaustion, she decided not to hook the other clasp. She shoved her arms into the straps and pulled the front over her chest.
Her mom's boobs were huge.
Pressing her hands against the bulging, empty material, she flattened the bra. She chewed on her lip, studying her body in the mirror. Maybe her shirt would hold the foam to her chest, so it fits better. She went back out to the bedroom and grabbed her shirt off the floor.
She wiggled her T-shirt over her head and down her body. Looking at her reflection, she liked the changes.
She jumped in place. Her boobs still moved, but with a bra hiding them, nobody would notice. Feeling confident, she marched around the room and flung herself on the bed, rolling. Every time she tried moving a new way, she felt her boobs. The bra stayed in place.
"Katie?" said Betsy over the intercom.
She crawled off the bed and stood, looking around for a place to hide. The kitchen workers weren't allowed upstairs.
"Dr. Conner is here for your appointment."
Her shoulders curled forward, and she walked to the door. She wouldn't have time to take off the bra. There was no reason why she couldn't wear it. Her mom wasn't home. All the other girls her age had one.
She opened the door at the same time Betsy called her name again. "I'm coming."
Hurrying down the hallway, she ran down the staircase, not worrying about getting in trouble. After three days of having free run of the house during the day, she enjoyed a lot of things she never could with a nanny watching her every move.
"He's in the sitting room, Miss Katie." Betsy led her across the entryway and stood to the side of the open door. "If you need anything, use the intercom."
She stepped inside the room. Dr. Conner stood. Not knowing what the appointment was about or what was expected of her, she waited for him to say something and tried not to pull at the bra.
His gaze lowered, and he raised his brows before pointing to the chair beside him. "Come in and sit, Katie."
She stepped over and sat on the edge, folding her hands in her lap.
He sat down, too, and leaned back. "Did your mother explain to you why we're going to be seeing more of each other?"
She shook her head.
"Well, you can relax. I'm not like a regular doctor. I don't fix broken bones or give shots or make you take medicine." He continued to look at her.
She had a hard time meeting his gaze. He was a stranger, even though he had dinner at their table a few days ago.
"Do you have any idea why your mom would think it's a good idea for us to talk?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Sometimes, people don't have someone in their life they can confide in." His eyes softened. "They hire me to listen. Do you know what kind of things they talk about?"
She shook her head again.
"Girls your age often tell me about what happens at school, but seeing how you're on summer break, why don't you tell me how you spend the day at home?" He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. "Are you enjoying your independence?"
She warmed, sliding her hands underneath the hem of her shirt, pulling the material away from her upper body. "I like it."
The corner of his mouth lifted. "Have you grown bored yet?"
"Not really."