Training Wheels Of A Sort
With Isabel gone and Angie, Coraline was fast running out of female grown ups to ask about breasts. She'd thought about asking Doctor Brennan but she'd probably end up using big long words that Coraline wouldn't remotely understand and whilst Doctor Brennan's scientic and detached demeanor was helpful she didn't think in this case it would help her at all. She thought about asking Jaye but that was just a disaster waiting to happen. Jim didn't have boobs so there was no point in asking him. And Lucy really, really just didn't understand at all despite having gone through puberty twice.
What Coraline really needed was her mother. Her cold, slightly frank mother who understood people but not her own daughter and always insisted on buying clothes five sizes too big that she would never ever grow into. Coraline needed her mother to show her what to do, to tell her what was happening to her and then to give her a great big hug. Adam had tried to be helpful and suggested that he could look with her but that thought was just embarrassing and Coraline thought she'd rather die then sit looking through bras at Adam.
Coraline reached into the clothes box pulling out stacks and stacks of underwear which ranged from cups so big that Coraline could fit her entire head into them (which she did for several minutes), to strange lacy creations with holes in them, to something called Victoria Secrets to weird shiny ones that Coraline thought would probably make great umbrellas. There were loads of various underwear sets around her but nothing suitable for a growing eleven year old explorer who needed her first bra.
Coraline pulled out a pair of underwear at random and looked at them curiously for a long time. She began poking her finger through the hole in the bottoms. "Why would anyone want a hole in their underwear? It'd be really drafty," Coraline said outloud, looking confused at the box before putting it to one side. She might ask Adam that if she could find no one else. He'd probably know.
Looking at the large pile of growing underwear and bras Coraline wanted to break down and cry. It shouldn't be so hard, should it? Just to find one little item of clothing and it wasn't like she needed much of it. "I want my mum," Coraline said sullenly, throwing a bra in a small tantrum behind her.
[[OOC: Though girl talk is much needed and appreciated, feel free to tag if your male pup wants to tease or help a growing explorer.]]
What Coraline really needed was her mother. Her cold, slightly frank mother who understood people but not her own daughter and always insisted on buying clothes five sizes too big that she would never ever grow into. Coraline needed her mother to show her what to do, to tell her what was happening to her and then to give her a great big hug. Adam had tried to be helpful and suggested that he could look with her but that thought was just embarrassing and Coraline thought she'd rather die then sit looking through bras at Adam.
Coraline reached into the clothes box pulling out stacks and stacks of underwear which ranged from cups so big that Coraline could fit her entire head into them (which she did for several minutes), to strange lacy creations with holes in them, to something called Victoria Secrets to weird shiny ones that Coraline thought would probably make great umbrellas. There were loads of various underwear sets around her but nothing suitable for a growing eleven year old explorer who needed her first bra.
Coraline pulled out a pair of underwear at random and looked at them curiously for a long time. She began poking her finger through the hole in the bottoms. "Why would anyone want a hole in their underwear? It'd be really drafty," Coraline said outloud, looking confused at the box before putting it to one side. She might ask Adam that if she could find no one else. He'd probably know.
Looking at the large pile of growing underwear and bras Coraline wanted to break down and cry. It shouldn't be so hard, should it? Just to find one little item of clothing and it wasn't like she needed much of it. "I want my mum," Coraline said sullenly, throwing a bra in a small tantrum behind her.
[[OOC: Though girl talk is much needed and appreciated, feel free to tag if your male pup wants to tease or help a growing explorer.]]