Chapter 3: Naked Shared Souls

We sat opposite each other at the small table completely naked—mother and daughter, two bodies that were very close to each other. We ate slowly, savoring every bite of chicken breasts with avocado, cherry tomatoes, and olive oil. It was pleasantly warm in the little van; the air smelled of food, lavender from my shower, and our bodies.

Mom took a forkful, chewed slowly, and looked at me with a gentle, understanding smile.

“I know it restricts you at school, sweetheart,” she said calmly. “A bra is mandatory there, the rules are clear. But I see how your breasts are growing and how they press against that thin blouse. It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

I nodded and felt my breasts jiggle gently with the movement.

“Yes ... quite a lot. When it’s hot I sweat under it, the fabric is thick and I feel cramped. I’d like to wear something thinner, prettier ... something I’d feel good and sexy in.”

Mom nodded and her big silicone D-cups lifted nicely with the motion.

“I completely understand. When I was your age I hated those ugly school bras too. Come on, we’ll go shopping together this weekend. We’ll look at pretty, sexy but still comfortable bras. Something lacy, thin, push-up or bralettes that will flatter you but still be decent enough for school. Do you want something black? Light pink? Or red, to make your breasts stand out?”

I smiled and my eyes lit up.

“That would be awesome, Mom. I’d love something prettier that won’t press so much and will look sexy even under a blouse. Something that makes me feel like a woman, not a girl in uniform clothes.”