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| Author: Wanbi |
Original Source: Novelpia |
| Translator: Saloi |
English Source: Re:Library |
“Dohee, wake up quickly.”
I ignored my Mom’s words and covered myself with the blanket.
“If you don’t get up, will your Mom have to wake you up forcibly?”
I just pretended to be asleep without answering.
When I still didn’t get up in the end despite her warnings, Mom yanked the blanket I was holding and threw it up.
Ah.
“My daughter, hurry up and wake up sleepyhead~”
“Ah, 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 rest today, I won’t be able to recover from my fatigue any other day.
“Who doesn’t know? Mom knows it’s Sunday too.”
“Then why did you wake me up? I’m exhausted from practicing all week.”
I was really annoyed being woken up forcefully from my peaceful slumber.
“If you don’t get up today, you won’t be able to get your school uniform fitted. Wake up quickly, the uniform shop closes early on Sundays.”
“Sigh… My fate. What kind of wealth and grandeur did I think I would enjoy, after becoming a trainee? Why did I even become a trainee?”
“My daughter is working so hard. Still, there’s no choice, so get up quickly.”
“Ugh… What time is it now…”
“It’s ten o’clock, hurry up.”
“Ugh…”
Reluctantly, I kicked off the covers and got up.
When I went out to the living room, it was quiet, so it seems that Doa and Dad are still asleep.
I’m the only one who’s unhappy…
After eating breakfast and getting ready to go out, I got in Mom’s car and we both headed to the uniform store
When we entered the uniform store, there were many students like me who came to get their uniform fitted.
A Ajumma who appeared to be an employee of the uniform store approached my mom and greeted her.
“Welcome~ Are you here to get the Seoul Suan Middle School uniform fitted?”
“Ah, yes, that’s right.”
“In that case, could you please fill out this purchase application form first?”
“Ah, yes, I understand.”
After filling out the purchase form and handing it to the Ajumma, she said to me,
“Wow, you’re the prettiest student I’ve seen so far. How tall are you now?”
“Ah, thank you. I’m one hundred sixty five centimeters.”
“Wow, kids these days really grow up so fast.”
Ajumma took out a size 66 shirt hanging on the side next to her and handed it over to me.
“Try this on, first. It might be a bit long, but considering you’ll grow taller in the future, you should try a size up.”
“Yes.”
I went into the changing room and changed into the shirt.
Hmm.
It feels a bit big.
When I came out of the changing room, the Ajumma looked at me and said,
“Eumm… The waist seems too big. Don’t you think so too?”
“Yes, it’s a bit too big.”
“Let me measure your waist now.”
The Ajumma approached me and used a measuring tape she was holding to measure my waist, then looking surprised she said.
“Oh my, 23 inches? You’re too thin for your height.”
And then she gently touched my stomach.
“You even have abs? Student, do you happen to be on a diet?”
“No, not really.”
I guess I just naturally developed a toned stomach due to my daily activity being high compared to my food intake.
“Wow, you have a body like a celebrity. I used to have a pretty good figure when I was young too.”
“Haha…”
The Ajumma then took out a size forty four shirt and handed it to me.
“Then, try on this size forty four shirt now.”
“Yes.”
I came out of the fitting room after changing into a size forty four shirt.
Even with the two sizes down, the area around my waist was still a bit loose.
The Ajumma said,
“The length is perfect now, but the waist is still too big.”
“Yes, it seems so.”
“There’s nothing I can do about that. Since you’re still growing, you’ll get taller and the chest area will develop, so for now, take the shirt in a size fifty five with a bit of a loose fitting and tuck it into the skirt or just have the waist hemmed.”
“Yes.”
The Ajumma then took out a size forty four skirt from the clothes rack and handed it to me.
“Here, this is a size forty four skirt, and you can adjust the waist with the buttons inside, so there’s no need to get it hemmed.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Then, would you like me to shorten the length of the skirt a bit?”
Is it really necessary to wear a short skirt at school?
“No, you don’t need to shorten it. I’ll just wear it as is.”
But my Mom, who was listening to this, said to the Ajumma.
“My daughter still doesn’t know what’s fashionable yet. Please hem it fifteen centimeters above the knee.”
“Wow, Ma’am you sure do know what you’re talking about. Then I’ll fold the hem inside so you can still wear it longer, if you grow taller, student.”
“Yes, please.”
“Usually, it’s the student who wants it shorter, and the parents say no. This is the first time I’ve seen this kind of family. Haha.”
This is my first time seeing it too.
Anyway, after purchasing everything from the shirts and skirts to jackets, hoodies, vests, and ties, we left the uniform store.
After getting in the car to go home, Mom said,
“Dohee.”
“What?”
“Since we’re already out here anyway, should we buy the things you need in advance so we won’t have to come out again next time?”
“Sure, whatever.”
“Well, Dohee, since you’ve grown a lot, your clothes don’t fit you anymore, right?”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Then let’s go look for some clothes first.”
“Oki.”
Mom drove us to a nearby outlet mall.
“What clothes does my sweet cake want to buy?”
“Just some comfortable clothes to wear for practice and a couple basic T-shirts?”
“Then, for now, why don’t you try on your Mom’s plain white t-shirt first?”
“Got it.”
“Oh? Now that I think about it, your Mom’s clothes might fit you now, huh?”
“…?”
“Mom should buy clothes for herself to wear when going out.”
“Yes?”
“You can wear them too. After all, most middle school students will be in their school uniform most of the time anyways, right?”
It’s not an incorrect statement, but…
Why do I feel so irritated?
But once shopping actually started, Mom picked out clothes for me first.
“Dohee, what do you think about this blouse?”
“This is pretty. Do you prefer this one piece blue dress or the beige one?”
“They say cropped tops are in style these days. Dohee, you should try one.”
“Dohee, do you want to try on this white tennis skirt?”
There’s something off about this whole ordeal.
“Mom, somehow all the clothes you’re choosing seem like the ones you want to wear but can’t buy yourself due to social reasons?”
“Haha, did I get caught?”
Sigh.
“But you know Mom is picking out clothes that would look pretty on you, right?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“You know?”
“I don’t.”
“Looks like Mom and you are on the same page. Now, hurry to the fitting room, try on these clothes, and come back out when you’re done.”
“Haa…”
I changed into the white tennis skirt and blue T-shirt in the fitting room and came out.
They do look pretty nice.
I looked at Mom and said,
“How is it? Good?”
Mom gave me a thumbs up and said,
“She looks so pretty! This daughter’s face really just pulls this outfit together. Who do you take after to be so beautiful?”
“Well, she probably takes after her mother.”
Although Mom and I playfully tease each other whenever we get the chance, our relationship is on good terms right now, and that’s all that matters.
.
.
.
In my left hand were the cropped tops, blouse, tennis skirt, and denim skirt Mom wanted me to wear.
In my right hand were the training clothes, hoodies, wide legged pants, sweatpants, and etc, that I wanted to buy, so both of my hands were full.
“Now that we’ve bought enough clothes, let’s go home.”
“There’s still a lot more to buy.”
“What more is there to buy?”
“Mom saw on the internet that these days middle school students need to buy designer shoes and bags to fit in with their friends.”
“That’s just what immature kids say. I don’t care about that because after all I’m a luxury myself.”
“Are you really okay with that?”
“Yeah, just a waste of money.”
“Okay, then, let’s go home.”
Mom and I took the escalator to go down to the basement floor where the parking lot was.
While we were going down, Mom stopped at the underwear section and said,
“Hey, you need to buy undergarments too! I nearly forgot.”
“Undergarments?”
“Since you’ve grown so tall, your chest must have developed a bit too.”
“Really…?”
Mom looked at me with a smirk and said,
“You mean to tell me you haven’t developed at all?”
“Let’s go buy some right now.”
Mom and I went into the undergarments store.
Mom told the staff,
“Hello, we came to measure my daughter’s size.”
The staff smiled brightly and said,
“Ah, I see. Will you come with me for a moment?”
The staff guided Mom and me into a fitting room with curtains drawn.
Huu.
I’ll show my growth.
The staff took out a measuring tape and said,
“Could you please take off your underwear first?”
“Um… by any chance…”
“Yes?”
“Do I need to take off my outfit to get measured?”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I’ll consider the thickness of the clothes and you just need to remove your undergarment inside your clothes.”
“Yes, but the problem is that I’m wearing a junior bra, not the hook type that can be taken off right away, so…”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll wait outside. Please take off your undergarment and call me when you’re ready.”
“Yes.”
Phew… Even though I’m a girl, it’s embarrassing to show it
After taking off my undergarment, it was finally time for the nerve-wracking measuring.
“Okay, let’s start by measuring the circumference of the underbust, shall I?”
“Yes, ma’am. Please take care of me.”
“Haha, understood.”
The staff started measuring me with the tape measure.
“Wow, I thought you were slim, but you’re extremely slim. You could be a celebrity.”
Yes… I’m planning to do that.
“First, the underbust is sixty seven centimeters.”
“Okay, now, let’s measure the upper bust.”
Please.
Let me tease my Mom.
“Seventy five point seven five centimeters.”
Good, and…?
“Since there’s an 8.75 centimeter difference, you’re a 65A cup.”
Ah.
“A cup, huh. Hahaha.”
“I’m still growing, you know? I went from AA cup to A cup, okay?”
“Pfft. Not even 75A or 70A, but 65A. Pfft.”
“Ah. If I gained weight, I’d be 70A.”
“Yeah, and Mom’s skinny too~”
Wow, this is seriously pissing me off.
“Mom, you measure yourself as well.”
“Huh?”
“Mom, measure your chest size too. Why are you hesitating, you’re scared?”
“Okay, Mom will show you.”
.
.
.
The tense moment of measuring Mom’s underbust.
“Oh my, you’re very skinny too. Your daughter must take after you.”
“Haha, thank you.”
“Well, the circumference of the underbust is currently seventy one centimeters. What size are you wearing now, Ma’am?”
“I’m wearing a size seventy five A.”
“Oh, then size seventy five isn’t correct; size seventy is right for you.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, so if you were wearing a size seventy five A, your actual size would probably be 70B. Now, let’s measure the upper bust circumference.”
Please.
“The upper bust circumference is… eighty two point three centimeters. You’re a size seventy B.”
Ah.
Don’t lie.
“Pfft.”
“Ah.”
“See didn’t Mom say she was a B-cup?”
“Ah.”
“Pathetic.”
“Ah.”
The staff member, seeing that I looked pitiful while being teased, perhaps feeling sorry for me, said to me.
“Student, how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I;m… fourteen years old.”
“Oh my, if you are only fourteen, being sixty five A is actually quite good.”
“Really…?”
“Of course. Usually, breasts continue to grow even through high school, and they especially grow rapidly during middle school, so your current size doesn’t mean much of anything.”
“Is that right…?”
“Of course~”
Yeah.
I knew this would happen.
“As expected, she was a pathetic mother who takes pride in beating a fourteen-year-old premature girl.”
“Official Announcement from your Mom: There is no such thing as a premature person at one hundred sixty five centimeters.”1
I searched for information on breast growth charts on my phone and showed it to Mom.
“Look at this, it says that breasts grow the most during middle school, just as the employee said.”
“Lee Dohee, even if ten years pass you won’t be able to surpass your mother.”
I’ll become a C-cup one way or another, even if that means underhand methods.
