"Kate~",
Lisa greeted her as soon as she arrived at the company.
"Good morning, Lisa," Catherine greeted her in return.
"Come on, try it on!"
As soon as they entered, Lisa took her to the fitting room and urged her to take off her bra, which was now too small for her, and then took out hers.
It looked great; it was black, it felt very comfortable and the print was beautiful. Lisa had sewn it herself; clearly, she had not bought one, but had made it herself.
She took off her coat and bra, which was now too small, and Catherine put on Lisa's bra.
The bra was very comfortable; once she put it on, she didn't want to take it off.
But Catherine still wanted to take it off; this bra didn't even cover her nipples.
She blushed.
"What's wrong, Kate? Don't you like it?"
"Oh, no... I just think... it's too sexy, too revealing."
She was inexplicably excited.
This type of bra is incredibly attractive to men, so Catherine liked it a lot. But even though it looked good on her, it always gave her a strange feeling.
"Put it on. I made three at night. I guarantee you'll like it in just three days."
"Well... okay."
Catherine put on the bra quickly... it was too embarrassing.
"The truth is that this is already quite conservative...",
Lisa added suddenly.
Catherine sighed.
Since Lisa started designing clothes, her designs had become increasingly revealing; she didn't know why.
"Well, I have to go to SAB class. See you tomorrow at school."
"Okay."
Catherine left the company and headed to school.
But after walking for a while, she felt a strange sensation in her chest.
Her face flushed instantly.
Since she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were brushing against her clothes, and with each step, the fabric brushed against them, hardening them. Catherine felt as if her nerves were multiplying tenfold.
But she couldn't just take them off, could she?
Luckily, the SAS wasn't far away, so she arrived quickly and put on her training clothes.
However, the tight clothing exposed two prominent points that surprised her.
Clenching her teeth, she put her bra back on, which was now too small for her.
Throughout the training, she felt extremely uncomfortable.
What was even more strange and unbearable was that, inexplicably, after training she put it back on, and when she got home, she found herself sweating profusely down there.
But once home, she finally felt relieved and decided to take a shower.
Submerging herself in the bathtub, Catherine's feverish mind temporarily calmed down. The hot bath was incredibly comforting.
After what seemed like an eternity, she sat up and looked at herself in the mirror.
Part of her reflection still retained some of her childlike appearance, while the other had begun to mature.
Was she... about to grow up?
Become a real woman?
Catherine had asked herself this question countless times.
But it always seemed so far away.
Now, however, it was so close.
Twelve and a half years had passed since she came into this world, and Catherine thought she had resigned herself to her fate, but she hadn't realized that she was still resisting.
After the bath, she did not leave the bathroom, but stood in front of the mirror.
She put on the bra Lily had given her.
Instantly, she seemed to acquire a new and attractive quality.
She thought about taking it off.
But looking at herself in the mirror, she didn't dare.
Unlike common products, this object, intended to cover but completely useless, excited her immensely.
Her fingers gently brushed the little cherry.
It began to throb, looking incredibly tempting.
"Follow your instincts..."
Her body's defenses finally broke down.
At that moment, only this phrase remained in Catherine's mind.
Surrender to instinct.
Surrender to herself.
And then completely merge with his body.
Forget the past.
As long as she remembered that she was a child, she remembered those past events, then everything could be accepted.
He seemed to have let go completely.
His fingers slid down.
It was the second time he had done it while fully conscious. But it was the first time that he was truly free.
She seemed lost in passion, her mind filled with images of herself.
She sat up on one leg, placed them at a 180-degree angle and placed them on the mirror, so that her most intimate parts were seen in it.
Her face flushed and then she inserted her fingers.
Although Mr. Horn was exciting, the feeling she was experiencing now was a deep and inescapable comfort, completely different from the intensity. It was a continuous joy, as if she wanted to immerse herself in it forever.
There was nothing more pleasant in the world...
When Catherine regained consciousness, the mirror looked as if it had been rinsed with water. With a flushed face, she quickly put on her nightgown and cleaned the mirror.
"Kate, you're you, remember?"
she said to herself in the mirror.
She was a beautiful girl. This was the first time Catherine realized that she really was so beautiful...
Wait.
Catherine seemed to notice something.
Was it because she had fallen in love with herself that she had been so conflicted before?
It seemed so.
Now, Catherine fully accepted her identity. She was herself, and nothing else, and she wouldn't change anything for her feelings. Reality would not change according to one's will. All she could do was accept herself.
It was a waste to be reborn if she couldn't even accept herself.
She tilted her head and continued to look at the girl in the mirror.
She was so cute, and exactly the type of Catherine. I just never paid attention to her before.
"Okay."
She smiled and left the bathroom.
She still had a lot to do: the patent and commercial production of GameTV, the filming of *The Blair Witch Project* and the illustrations and the spin-off series of *Harry Potter*.
From the moment she came into this world, Catherine decided that she could not be an ordinary person; she wanted to make money, she wanted to become a celebrity, she wanted to make her wildest fantasies come true.
"I came into this world, and the world revolves around me."