“Do-hee, get up quickly.”
I ignored my mother’s words and threw the blanket over my head.
“If you don’t get up, will I have to wake you up by force?”
I pretended to be asleep without answering.
When my mother saw I wouldn’t get up, she grabbed my blanket and threw it off.
Ah.
“Wake up quickly, my daughter~”
“Ah, I said I’m not going to work today! It’s my day off!”
Sunday, the only day of the week I get to rest at home.
If I don’t get to relax today, I won’t be able to recover from my fatigue.
“Who doesn’t know? You know it’s Sunday too, right?”
“Then why wake me? I’ve been tired practicing all week.”
Being forced up from a sweet sleep is super annoying.
“If you don’t get up today, you won’t be able to get your uniform fitted. Hurry up, the uniform store closes early on Sundays.”
“Ugh… It’s my fate. What kind of wealth and honor am I trying to enjoy by being a trainee?”
“My daughter has it tough. But it can’t be helped, get up quickly.”
“Ugh… What time is it?”
“It’s 10 o’clock. Hurry up.”
“Ugh…”
I had no choice but to kick off the blanket and get up.
When I went out to the living room, it was quiet; Do-ah and Dad seemed to be still sleeping.
I’m the only unhappy one…
After breakfast and getting ready to go, I rode in mom’s car heading to the uniform store.
When I entered the store, there were many students like me trying on uniforms.
An auntie who looked like a staff member approached mom and greeted her.
“Welcome~ You’re here to try on uniforms for Seoul Suan Middle School, right?”
“Ah yes, that’s right.”
“Then could you please fill out this purchase application form?”
“Ah, yes, I understand.”
After I filled out the form and handed it to the auntie, she turned to me and said,
“Oh wow, you’re the prettiest student I’ve seen so far. What’s your height?”
“Ah, thank you. I’m 165 centimeters.”
“Oh wow, kids these days grow up so fast.”
The auntie took a shirt from the rack and handed it to me.
“For now, this is a size 66. Try it on. It might be a bit long, but considering you’ll grow, you should wear a size bigger.”
“Okay.”
I entered the fitting room and changed into the shirt.
Hmm,
It feels quite big.
When I came out of the fitting room, the auntie looked at me and said,
“Hm… it seems the waist is too big, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s a bit too big.”
“Let me measure your waist.”
The auntie approached me with a tape measure and, looking surprised, said,
“Oh my, 23 inches? You’re too thin for your height.”
Then she gently touched my stomach.
“You even have abs? Are you on a diet?”
“No, not really.”
It just naturally came out because I do a lot of activities compared to my eating.
“Oh wow, you have a real celebrity body. I had a nice body like that when I was young, you know.”
“Well, you know…”
“Haha…”
The auntie handed me a size 44 shirt hanging nearby.
“Then try this size 44 shirt on first.”
“Okay.”
I came out of the fitting room after changing into the size 44. I had reduced two sizes, but the waist was still a bit loose.
The auntie said,
“The length fits perfectly now, but the waist is still big.”
“Yeah, I think so too.”
“There’s no helping it. Since you’re still growing, you’ll get taller and your chest will still grow, so just take a loose size 55 shirt and tuck it into your skirt or alter just the waist.”
“Okay.”
The auntie handed me a size 44 skirt from the rack.
“Here’s a size 44 skirt, and you can adjust the waist with the buttons inside, so there’s no need to alter it.”
“Oh, right.”
“So, should we shorten the skirt length a bit?”
Is it really necessary to wear it short at school?
“No, you don’t need to shorten it. I’ll just wear it as is.”
But mom, who was listening, said to the auntie,
“Our daughter doesn’t really know what looks good yet. Please shorten it to 15 cm above the knee.”
“Oh wow, you know well, ma’am. Then I’ll fold the length inside so the student can wear it longer if she grows taller, right?”
“Yes, please.”
“But usually students ask to shorten, while parents say no. This is the first family I’ve seen like this. Hoho.”
I’ve never seen it either.
Anyway, starting with the shirt and skirt, after purchasing all the school uniforms like jackets, hoodies, vests, and ties, we left the shop.
After getting in the car to go home, mom said,
“Do-hee.”
“Yeah?”
“Since we’re already out, why don’t we buy everything you need in advance so you won’t have to come out again?”
“Sure, let’s do that.”
“First of all, you’ve grown a lot, so your clothes don’t fit anymore, right?”
“That’s true.”
“Then let’s go look for clothes first.”
“Okay.”
Mom and I drove to a nearby outlet.
“What kind of clothes do you want, my daughter?”
“I just want something comfortable for practice and some basic t-shirts.”
“Then let’s start with mom’s plain t-shirts.”
“Got it.”
“Oh? Speaking of which, those clothes would fit you now, right?”
“…?”
“We should buy clothes that mom can wear as casual wear.”
“What?”
“You can wear them too. After all, middle schoolers will mostly wear uniforms, right?”
That’s not wrong, but…
Why does it feel so weird?
But once shopping started, mom picked out clothes for me first.
“Do-hee, what about this blouse?”
“This is pretty. Do you like this dress in blue, or do you prefer beige?”
“I heard crop tops are in style these days. You should try one on.”
“Do-hee, how about trying on this white tennis skirt?”
But something feels strange.
“Mom, somehow all the clothes you’ve been choosing seem like they’re what you want to wear, but you can’t buy for some reason.”
“These clothes are all ones that Mom wants to wear herself, but they seem like the kind of outfits she can’t buy for the sake of her dignity, right?”
“Haha, got caught, huh?”
sigh
“But you know Mom’s heart—choosing only the clothes that would look pretty on Do-hee, right?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know, right?”
“I told you I don’t.”
“Guess Mom and I are on the same wavelength, huh? Now hurry up and try on these clothes!”
Sigh…
I came out of the changing room wearing a white tennis skirt and a blue T-shirt.
They do look pretty.
I looked at Mom and said, “What do you think? Good?”
Mom gave a thumbs up and said, “So pretty! Our daughter’s face makes everything shine. Who did you take after to be so pretty?”
“Well, I guess I took after you, Mom.”
Mom and I like to tease each other whenever we get the chance, but for now, our relationship is just fine.
.
.
.
In my left hand, I held the crop top, blouse, tennis skirt, and denim skirt that Mom wanted me to wear.
In my right hand, I had the training suit, hoodie, wide pants, and sweatpants I wanted to buy. Both hands were completely full.
“Now that we’ve bought enough clothes, let’s go home.”
“There’s still a lot more to buy.”
“What else do you need to buy?”
“I saw online that these days, middle schoolers need to have brand-name shoes and bags, or else they won’t fit in with their friends.”
“That’s just talk from kids who don’t know any better. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about brand names.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, just worried about wasting money.”
“Okay, then let’s go home.”
Mom and I took the escalator down to the parking lot.
On our way down, Mom suddenly stopped at the underwear section and said.
“You need to buy underwear! Almost forgot.”
“Underwear?”
“You’ve grown tall, so you must have developed a bit, right?”
“Is that so…?”
Mom looked at me with a smirk.
“Don’t tell me—have you not grown at all?”
“Let’s go buy some right now.”
Mom and I entered the lingerie store.
Mom said to the staff, “Hello, we’re here to measure my daughter’s size.”
The staff brightly smiled and said, “Oh, I see. Would you please follow me?”
The staff led us to a fitting room with curtains closed.
Phew.
Time to show my growth.
The staff held a measuring tape and said, “Could you please take off your underwear first?”
“I… um, do I really need to take off my clothes too?”
“Oh no, that’s fine. I will take the thickness of the clothes into account, so you just need to take off your underwear.”
“Okay, but it’s not a quick-release hook; it’s a junior bra…”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll wait outside while you change into your underwear. Just call me when you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
Phew… Even though I’m a girl, it’s embarrassing to show it.
After taking off my underwear, it was finally time for the nerve-wracking measurements.
“Okay, let’s start by measuring the under bust, shall we?”
“Shall we start measuring from the bottom circumference?”
“Yes, Teacher. Please take care of me.”
“Haha, understood.”
The staff teacher began measuring with a tape.
“Oh wow, I knew you were skinny, but you’re super skinny! You could be a celebrity.”
Yes… I’m planning to.
“First, the chest circumference is 67 cm.”
“Now, let’s measure the upper chest circumference?”
Please.
Let me tease Mom.
“That’s 75.75 cm.”
What’s the good news…?
“There’s an 8.75 cm difference, so you’re a 65A cup.”
Oh.
“They said it’s an A cup. Hahaha.”
“I’m still in my growth phase, so that’s why? I went from AA cup to A cup.”
“Pfft. Not 75A or 70A, but 65A. Pfft.”
“Oh. If I gained weight, I’d be a 70A.”
“Yeah, Mom’s skinny too~.”
Wow, this is so irritating.
“Mom, measure yourself too.”
“Huh?”
“Come on, measure your bust size. Why are you scared?”
“Okay, I’ll show you once.”
.
.
.
Mom’s nervous measurements for the bottom circumference.
“Oh my, you’re quite skinny too, ma’am! Your daughter must take after you.”
“Haha, thank you.”
“So the bottom circumference is currently 71 cm, and what size are you wearing right now?”
“I’m a 75A.”
“Oh, then it’s not a 75 size but a 70 size that fits you.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, so if you were wearing a 75A, your actual size would be a 70B. Now let’s measure the upper circumference?”
Please.
“The upper circumference is… 82.3 cm. So it’s a 70B.”
Oh.
Don’t be lying.
“Pfft.”
“Oh.”
“Did Mom say she was a B?”
“Oh.”
“What a loser.”
“Oh.”
The staff seemed to feel sorry for me getting teased and spoke to me.
“By the way, how old are you, student?”
“I’m… 14 years old…”
“Oh my, if you’re only 14, a 65A is already impressive.”
“Really…?”
“Of course. Usually, breasts grow until high school, and especially during middle school, so your current size doesn’t mean much.”
“Right…?”
“Absolutely~.”
Yeah.
I knew this would happen.
“Indeed, a clumsy mom celebrating because she can’t beat a 14-year-old immature girl.”
“Official announcement from Mom. There are no immature girls at 165 cm.”
I searched for breast growth stories on my phone and showed them to Mom.
“Look, according to the staff teacher, they grow the most during middle school.”
“Do-hee, you’ll never surpass your mom even in ten years.”
I’ll somehow become a C cup because I’m gross.
