bloom america

"It's so hot..."

On the streets of New York, Catherine was wearing a sweater. She took it off without thinking.

"Kate, are you still hot?" Lily teased from the side.

"Yes, but you can't take it off anymore, right?" There is only a white shirt underneath.

"It's okay, just take it off."

She took off Catherine's clothes, leaving her naked from the waist up.

"oops!"

Everyone around looked over.

When I looked at it again, I saw that they were all men, and they were not wearing any clothes!

"ah!"

Catherine fell off the bed.

"What kind of dream is this..."

She shook her head, and faced the group of men walking towards her, she took a step back and fell off the bed.

Looking again, one of her hands had actually lifted off her nightgown.

"Kate! It's time to get up, we still have a few hours to go to Greer!"

Normally Catherine goes back to school on Sunday night, but yesterday she stayed at home and spent a whole day writing "Harry Potter", Order of the Phoenix, Goblet of Fire, Deathly Hallows, etc...

Hey, I still have a lot of work to do!

"OK!"

She was about to stand up, but found that her other hand, which was pressed under her body, had also penetrated deeper, and there was an unknown liquid on it.

"Could it be..."

She stood up suddenly, but her chest hit the edge of the bed, and she felt a sharp pain.

"Woo..."

She turned blue in pain.

"What's wrong?!"

Emma heard Catherine's scream and opened the door directly and came in.

"pain……"

There is a feeling of being out of breath.

"Where? Kate?"

Emma walked over worriedly, and then watched Kesette gently press her hand on the airport.

Emma suddenly understood.

"Bruce! Call Kate's teacher... and tell her that Kate can't go to school for the next two days!"

"Huh?!" Catherine looked at her mother in shock.

"Kate, take your hands off me."

"oh……"

Catherine was a little surprised, but she still did it.

Emma pressed Kate's chest with her fingers, and Catherine felt as if there was something inside, and the pain was unbearable.

When she looked again, she saw Emma looking at her with a half-smile.

"Okay, Kate, go change clothes, let's go to the street."

"What's wrong, Mom?" Catherine looked at her mother strangely.

"Of course I'm going to buy a bra. Maybe I should also prepare sanitary napkins..."

In an instant, Catherine's mouth turned into an "O" shape.

Yes, she was starting to grow. Catherine noticed this fact immediately.

As a twelve-year-old girl, her development has obviously been relatively slow, and now, she has finally entered a physiological process that every girl or boy will go through - puberty.

"Hell...impossible! Impossible!"

She shouted in panic.

"My dear, adolescence is not a terrible thing. It is one of the most beautiful times in life."

Emma gently stroked Catherine's head.

"Oh...god...oh..."

She shook her head in disbelief.

"Kate, let's change your clothes first. Be careful to choose looser clothes. It will affect the development of your breasts."

Although ballet has requirements for breasts, Emma is obviously more concerned about her daughter's physical needs.

"I'll also contact Sab and ask them to pay attention..." Emma murmured and walked out, leaving only Catherine with a bitter face.

After washing, Emma began to tell Catherine what she needed to pay attention to.

"Kate, remember to apply a towel on your breasts before going to bed. The lump will disappear in about half a month. However, please note that you cannot eat chili peppers during this period, and remember to wear a bra, otherwise it is likely to sagging in the future. If

If your bra feels tight, measure your size—it’s probably time to change it.”

Catherine felt like her brain was a ball of mush.

Such a cruel fact was difficult for her to accept.

"They come, the security."

She kept repeating this sentence in her mind, but it had no effect.

"By the way, remember not to catch a cold when taking measurements. It's already autumn."

Although it is difficult to accept it, I still accept it.

Marx taught us that objective things will not change with people's will, so protecting the body is the most important. Emma silently remembered everything she said.

"Mom." Catherine looked at Emma with a pitiful look.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I... not go?"

Emma looked at Catherine who was blushing and knew that she was shy.

"Okay, but just this time, next time, you have to go by yourself, do you understand?"

Catherine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, take off your nightgown."

Emma took out the tape measure.

Catherine took off her clothes and found that the pair of small cherries on her chest seemed to be different from before. They seemed to have turned into buds ready to bloom, and they seemed to be delicious snacks that people couldn't help but want to bite.

One bite.

The soft ruler was pressed against her chest, and Catherine suddenly discovered that this was a feeling she had never experienced before and didn't know how to describe it. This feeling seemed to be radiating throughout her body, but at this time, Emma had already placed the soft ruler underneath.

"There is already a, Kate, don't you usually pay attention?"

Catherine shook her head innocently.

"Okay, I'll go first." Emma picked up her bag, then went out and got into her car.

Watching her mother leave, Catherine sighed.

She lay back on the bed and looked at the sky boredly.

She suddenly remembered that dream again.

"What will happen next...?"

She suddenly remembered the countless "love thriller" novels she had read in her previous life. The heroines in them seemed... very happy...

What does that feel like?

She once had an ecstatic feeling.

But……

The hand of sin stretched out again. This was the first time she had done so in such a sober state.

"Ring... ring..."

However, a phone call suddenly broke the morning tranquility.

"Hello, this is Edson." It was Bruce who answered the phone.

Catherine took a deep breath.

"well."

Finally, she sighed again.

She actually forgot that her father was still at home.

"By the way, I just wanted to ask about the company."

She walked out of the room and Bruce put down the phone.

"Honey, what's the matter?"

"Dad, I wrote a novel and now I have earned 50,000 US dollars. I am preparing to open a fashion design company in partnership with my classmates."

Bruce's mouth, like Catherine's at the beginning, became an "O" shape.

Catherine suddenly remembered that Bruce didn't seem to know about her novel writing.

But didn’t Emma say she wanted to tell him last time?

Obviously, she forgot.

"What did you say?"

Bruce looked at Catherine, thinking he heard wrong.