9 Growing Trouble Again

"It's so hot..."

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

"Kate, are you still hot?" Lily laughed aside.

"Yes, but I can't take it off anymore, right?" There was a white shirt inside.

"It's okay, take it off."

"Oh!" Catherine yelled.

Everyone around is looking over.

Looking again, they are all men, and they are not wearing clothes!

"Help!"

Catherine fell off the bed.

"What kind of dream is this....?"

She shook her head and faced the group of men coming towards her. She took a step back and fell out of bed.

Looking again, one of her hands has actually lifted the nightdress.

"Kate! It's time to get up, it will take a few hours to go to Greer!"

Catherine usually returns to school on Sunday night, but she stayed at home yesterday and wrote Harry Potter for a whole day. Order of the Phoenix, Goblet of Fire, Deathly Hallows, etc...

Hey, I have more work!

"Ok!"

She stood up with a "rub", but her chest hit the edge of the bed, and a sharp pain came over.

"Woo..."

She turned blue with pain.

"What's happening?!"

Amelia heard Catherine's screams and opened the door directly.

"Pain..."

There is a feeling of breathlessness.

"Where? Kate?"

Amelia walked over worriedly and then watched Catherine gently press her airfield with her hand.

Amelia suddenly understood.

"Oliver! Call Kate's teacher... and say Kate can't go to school for these two days!"

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

"Kate, let go of your hand."

"Oh…"

Catherine was a little strange, but she still did.

Amelia pressed her fingers on Kate's chest, and Catherine only felt that there was something inside, the pain was unbearable.

Looked at her again, but saw Amelia looking at her with a smile.

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

"What's the matter, mother?" Catherine looked at her mother strangely.

"Of course I went to buy a bra, maybe sanitary napkins should also be prepared..."

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

That's right, I started to develop. Catherine immediately noticed this fact.

As a twelve-year-old girl, her development has obviously been relatively slow, and now, she has finally entered a physical process that every girl or man and woman goes through puberty.

"Damn...impossible! Impossible!"

She shouted in panic.

"My dear, adolescence is not a terrible thing. This is one of the best times in life."

Amelia stroked Catherine's head gently.

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

She shook her head, in disbelief.

"Kate, let's change clothes first, pay attention to choosing looser clothes, which will affect breast development."

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

"I will also contact SAB to make them pay attention..." Amelia murmured and walked out, leaving only Catherine with a bitter face.

After washing, Amelia began to tell Catherine what to pay attention to.

"Kate, remember to put a towel on the chest before going to bed, about half a month or so, the swelling will disappear. But be careful, you can't eat chili during this period and remember to wear a bra, otherwise, it is likely to sag later. Feeling the bra becomes tight, measure your own size-this is probably the time to change it."

Catherine felt her brain a mess. She has to grow through all the trouble again.

Such a cruel fact makes it hard for her to accept.

"I have gone through this once, I don't want to again."

She kept repeating these words in her mind, but it didn't make any difference.

"By the way, remember not to catch a cold when measuring the size. It is already autumn."

Although it is difficult to accept, still accept it.

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

"Mom." Catherine looked at Amelia with a pitiful face.

"What's happening?"

"May I...may you not go?"

Amelia looked at Catherine, who was flushed, and knew she was shy.

"Okay, but if you have any trouble you have to tell us, don't keep to yourself, do you understand?"

Catherine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, take off your night skirt."

Amelia took out the tape ruler.

Catherine took off her clothes. She looked at her breasts, but she always felt that this place was a little different from before. It seemed to be a psychological effect.

The tape was pressed against her chest, and Catherine suddenly realized that this was a feeling different from what she had before and did not know how to describe it. This feeling seemed to be spreading all over her body, but at this time, Amelia had already put the tape underneath.

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

Catherine shook her head innocently.

"Well, I'm leaving first," Amelia mentioned her bag, then went.

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 happens after...?"

She suddenly remembered the countless "love thriller" novels she had read in her previous life. The heroine in there seemed to be...will be very happy...

What kind of feeling is that?

She once felt ecstatic.

But...

The hand of Sin stretched out again, and it was the first time that she did this in such a sober situation.

"Bell...bell..."

But, a phone call suddenly broke the silence of the morning.

"Hello, this is Wilson." It was Oliver who answered the phone.

Catherine took a deep breath.

"Ugh."

Finally, she sighed again.

She actually forgot that her father was still at home.

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

She walked out of the room and Oliver just put down the phone.

"My dear, what's the matter?"

"Dad, I wrote a novel, and now I have made 87,000 US dollars. I am preparing to start a fashion design company in partnership with my classmates."

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

Catherine suddenly remembered that Bruce didn't seem to know about writing a novel by herself.

But didn't Amelia tell him last time?

Obviously, she forgot.

"What did you say?"

Oliver looked at Catherine. He thought he had heard it wrong.