Sarah was reconciled to her less than attractive body. Happy it allowed her to escape the distraction of her friends, as they all grew up. She saw her friends growing interest in boys, or become aware of the boys' fascination with her friends. She couldn't grudge them the pleasure it brought them. Even as part of waited for that same growth surge that would gift her with the same fascinations.
She didn't regret that time never came, instead dedicating herself to her studies and hobbies. It paid dividents, as her marks climbed, to become outstanding, her hobbies allowed her to discover and develop new friends.
It was time to strike out, and this was the next step forward for Sarah. A degree, and a job with a career, and progress ahead of her. She'd make new friends, and share deeper friendships that the simpler ones of the school.
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Part of her battled this development. A subtle boost in her bust was welcome, and didn't limit or define her, as being too busty. However, she knew the change in her hair colour wasn't a sign of late, development. Part of her crawled to even consider this horror. That this might be dormant bimbo genes activating.
It was horrible, just as she was looking forward, she was getting that avenue closed down. If it was, then her future would be very different. The glorious future with a challenging and intriguing career would evaporate. So it was with a heavy heart she headed to a distant pharmacist. Not wishing to meet anyone she knew, she bought the bimbo test kit.
Her fingers trembled, as she bought it. The pity in the pharmacist's eyes clear, as she read Sarah's doubts and fears. The lie about it being for a friend were too transparent.
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