Ainsley was excited for the first time in a week since school began. Day after day after day, Ainsley's self esteem fell further and further. Night after night, Ainsley would look at herself in the mirror and wished her body was different. She wanted to be like the other girls in her class so bad that all Ainsley would do when she got home was talk about how all the girls in her class were almost all wearing bras until eventually Bell suggested she do the same. If she was worried about her chest being notably smaller than the other girls then she could just get herself a push up bra! It was an idea that made Ainsley's day and she readily agreed.
Simply being satisfied with what she had was too hard when she had other options to explore! Ainsley was eager to solve the problem with alternative means. In part that may have been why she was so excited but getting your first bra was a big step for a young lady and by making this step Ainsley felt like she was finally going to be seen as an adult. As such Ainsley wanted Bell to let her to do it all on her own and insisted Bell wait outside for her. Where Bell went after she left Ainsley's view was a mystery but Ainsley soon found herself wishing Bell was there when she managed to really get a good look at her environment.
It was foreign, and there were so many shapes and sizes! Ainsley was a little overwhelmed by it, looking back to the door where she hoped Bell was. She was the one who insisted on doing this alone though and while she crumpled the hem of her skirt with anxiety Ainsley began to wander around the store alone. She may not have known where to begin but she was more than capable of moving her legs to walk, using her eyes to see and using her hands to touch.
She wandered by the stacks in shelves, her hands brushing against everything as she passed by. This bra cup was bigger than her head! No one in her class had a chest to this magnitude and Ainsley only stopped to consider it for a moment. It was a brief, glory filled moment before reality came back and she felt embarrassed by her imagination. Could you imagine though? COULD YOU IMAGINE? Ainsley's face burned a light red before she quietly stepped away the section she was in.
Pressing her back straight against a wall closer to the changing rooms than the door as her hands crumpled the hem of her skirt again, Ainsley became lost in thought. She didn't know what she was doing or what to look for and that expression of lost hope was clearly displayed on her face as one of the employees walked up to the teenager with an almost sympathetic expression.
"Can I help you?" She asked in a friendly tone as she made the final approach toward her.
Upon being questioned, Ainsley's icy eyes darted toward the employee and then away again to settle down on her own feet. It had been a short glance but Ainsley was able to determine that the woman was roughly around her early 20s, had short blue hair and a fair complexion. In the short look Ainsley took, she was unable to determine any other points and was only able to determine the woman had glasses when she looked up for a second time.
She smiled softly, a hue over her complexion thanks to her embarrassment, as she Waved the woman closer. Ainsley waited for her to get within a foot of her before she waved her down closer to ear level. There Ainsley leaned up and whispered something into the employee's ear. Hearing what the girl had to say, the woman's smile softened gently before she absolutely beamed.
"Oh! I can definitely help you with that."
