Growing Pains- a Jaci and Dottie story

Dottie stopped reading her book and scratched her chest again, which she had been doing all day when she thought no one was looking.

Finally, she finished the chapter she was reading, and put a bookmark in the book, and put it on her nightstand, and got out off her chair.. She winced when she moved, but started searching for her sister and playmate Jaci, finally tracking her down in the living room. Jaci was watching a cartoon called “young justice” and eating peanut butter straight out of the jar with a spoon.

Dottie found that habit gross, so she snuck up behind her sister, poked a finger in her back, and said in her best John Wayne voice, “Drop that there peanut butter, varment!”

Jaci jumped, dropped the jar, which bounced because it was made of plastic, and squealed.

Turning around she said, “Dottie! You scared me!”

“Well, pilgrim, you deserved to be scared for eating peanut butter right from the jar.”

“Who are you supposed to sound like? I dont recognise her.”

“Not her, him. John Wayne.”

Jaci giggled, and said “No way, pilgrim, this is what John Wayne sounds like”

Dottie laughed so hard she had to take her glasses off to wipe the tears from her face, giving Jaci time to grab the jar of peanut butter and run toward her room with it.

“Can’t catch me!”

“Come back here, you thieving varment!” Dottie hollered, and then raced after her. The two girls raced around, giggling, until Dottie caught up to Jaci and started tugging on the jar of peanut butter. The two girls wrestled for a moment, and then Dottie won, pulling the jar toward her chest.

Only to drop it screaming a moment later.

“Dottie! What’s wrong?”

“My breasts, I hit them. Ohhh, that hurt ...”

“Let me see.... Dottie, why aren’t you wearing your bra?”

“It ....got tight. My breasts have been itchy and sore and then my bras got tight.”

“Dottie? Are your breasts growing?”

“I ... I think so. I wanted this, but it hurts ...”

“Well, we’ll get some cream from Tante, and I guess we’ll have to get you a new bra.”

“No! We cant tell Tante!”

“Why...why not?”

“Because they arent supposed to grow yet. Tante said they wont until I get on hormones. How can they be growing if I dont have any female hormones?”

“I dont know. But Tante will figure it out, or we’ll go to the doctor, why wouldnt that work?”

“Cause I remember how they treated Tante when you started bleeding. They acted like she made the whole thing up! And this is worse, if they think Tante has been giving me hormones before I’m supposed to have them, she’ll be in trouble, and they’ll take us away from her. We ... cant .... tell her!”

“But ... what do we do then?”

“I dont know, Jaci.”

Dottie wept, and Jaci held her tight, and the two girls clung together for several minutes, and then Dottie wiped her eyes, and said, “I ... I gotta go to my room and see if I can find something to hide these.” She walked away still holding her chest, and Jaci fought her own tears and headed to her own room to cry in private.

“What do we do? What do we do?” Jaci said to herself, not knowing that Dottie was asking the same question in her bedroom.

“What do we do?”

“Dear God, what do we do?”