Lesson Learned - Volume 1 - Part 6

The sun glowed through Katy’s still open blinds, just rising up enough to start to warm Katy’s face. Groaning and turning over, Katy adjusted herself on the bed to try and go back to sleep. Curling up a bit and placing her hand between her thighs she felt nothing but skin as the previous night’s events began to break through her morning grogginess. Normally wearing some comfy pajamas, the sensation of waking up wearing nothing was something Katy thought she could get used to.

Katy’s mother was already down stairs making breakfast for the two of them, but her attitude didn’t match the sentiment. Rebecca, very unlike her daughter Katy, was very frustrated over the night before. She spent an hour in the shower trying to recreate her earlier feelings. The worst part was, after getting out of the shower her body reacted in an odd way; heating up just by drying herself off and looking over herself in the mirror. She knew she had spent countless hours for years bringing herself joy at night, but she couldn’t remember what to do or how to even start it. “What is it?” Rebecca still trying to wrack her brain for the answer while finishing up the breakfast. Rebecca’s only saving grace was that she had the weekend to try and figure out how to do whatever it was again, after all, she couldn’t go to work this on edge. “This is just ridiculous! Where is Katy?!” Taking a deep breath, she tried to remind herself that it wasn’t anybody’s fault, she was just unsatisfied with whatever was wrong with her.

Making her way to Katy’s room, she took no care in being quiet going up the stairs.

Katy still trying to hide from the sun, heard her mother coming down the hall. Her eyes opening at what she and her room looked like. Throwing the covers off, she flipped onto the floor and tried to push as much of her mother’s remaining toys under the bed that she could quickly slide.

“Katy..? Breakfast is ready.” Her mother said while opening the door. “Umm. OK!” Katy tried to say to get her mother to not come in, but it was too late. Her mother stood at the door, staring at Katy. She was entirely nude! Except, of course, for the strap around her breasts with the nipple vibrators, which had run out of a charge long ago. Katy froze. She was on all fours, 2 colorful dildos in one hand and a tube of lube in the other, practically kneeling before her mother.

“What are you doing?” Rebecca questioned.

“Umm… ” Katy tried to think quickly, “it’s not what it looks like. It’s for… a… project…?” Katy had no idea what to say. She thought to herself, “I am so screwed, she’s going to be pissed I took all these! What do I…”

“Alright, well, whatever those are for try keep your room clean from whatever they do. Put some clothes on and come down for breakfast.” Rebecca ordered without so much a surprise as to what she just waltzed into. With that, she left to return downstairs to the kitchen. “Now, if I could just figure out what I’m supposed to do with myself. Maybe I should ask Katy if she knows what I normally do in the evenings. No… that would be too odd. ”

Katy repositioned herself, sitting upright on the floor dumbfounded looking out her door, breathing a sigh of relief she took in the moment. “I’m so stupid!” Katy exclaimed. “Of course she wouldn’t know these were her toys! I took all her knowledge of them and how to use them! And she didn’t get upset at me since she no longer knows what sexually pleasing herself or someone else is! Oh, great day!”

It took a bit more self-discipline to get dressed than usual, Katy kept wanting to admire her body and touch, rub, or massage herself in the mirror. Sitting down at the table, her mother had pretty much already finished up except for her coffee, Katy sat down as if the morning’s encounter was an everyday experience for a mother and daughter. Flipping through the pages of the paper quickly, her mother had yet to acknowledge her arrival.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for breakfast?” Her mother asked rather suddenly, especially since Katy just starting eating.

Taken a bit aback, Katy replied, “Uh, yes. Thank you…” Katy was now uncertain if her mother was more pissed off than she thought. “I have all her knowledge of her toys, so she shouldn’t remember them or know what I was doing…” Katy tried to reassure herself in her mind.

Her mother sighed, “I’m sorry. It’s just that, well, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t sleep well last night and it’s getting to me.”

Relief swept over Katy, “It’s ok, sometimes that happens to me, too.” Katy said as sympathetically as possible. Her guilt began to creep up a bit knowing her mother’s frustration was actually because she couldn’t get herself off last night.

“I’ll tell you what, Katy, why don’t you go to the mall and buy some new pajamas. I’ll pay for it. There’s that new Victoria’s Secret in the mall and they’re having a sell according to this,” she waved a colorful ad from the paper. “Pick yourself up a new bra or two while you’re there.” Remembering how she found her daughter this morning, “and perhaps buy some new panties to wear as well.” Tilting her head a bit and lifting an eyebrow, she hinted very successfully that she didn’t want to recreate this morning’s awkward moment.

The mood certainly took swift turn, but Katy liked where this was going so she wasn’t going to argue, “Sure, that sounds like a great idea! Thanks mommy!” Trying to be over the top cute, she hugged her mother and grabbed the last bit of her breakfast as she trotted upstairs to get ready to go out.

Her mother sat at the table, sipping her coffee. “That was easy – now I just need to figure out what’s wrong with me as soon as she’s out.” Leaning back in her chair, her smirk growing at her own plan unfolding.

Katy, letting the mall’s air conditioning wash over her, strolled through the doors with confident steps, boosted by her new found pride in herself. Her outfit really did not match how she felt about herself right now. Looking at herself in the reflection of the mall map, her short jean shorts didn’t show off much of her ass and her tank top fit tightly over her chest and waist, showing no midriff, but also did nothing to hide her small breasts. Turning from side to side, rolling on her heel, Katy pretended to still be trying to find the Victoria’s Secret as she examined herself critically. Katy fought the desire to cup her chest to exaggerate, or rather create, some deep cleavage. A group of younger girls passed by behind her with loud laughter, snapping Katy out of her day dream. Katy looked around to make sure the group wasn’t laughing her in anyway, her humility returning.

Passing by several stores and shops, she finally arrived at Victoria’s Secret. Giant posters of gorgeous models, their breasts blown up to the size of Katy’s arm span, mannequins showing off revealing underwear sets, and the smell of every type of perfume imaginable.

Normally Katy wouldn’t spend much time here, as it was expensive and she previously saw no need to spend so much on such things, but today was different. Not really sure where to start looking, Katy gravitated to the first rack of cute bras that appeared to be in her size. Mindlessly thumbing through the paired bra and panties collections, she eyed the rest of the store. There weren’t many customers: an older heavy set woman standing at the counter, a late-teens couple standing in the back practically groping each other. There were also two employees, one manager looking up something on the computer and another blonde girl in the back that Katy couldn’t quite make out.

The store was a bit scattered, different types of bras, made out of different material, with different laces and strings, different support and sizes. It’s not like shopping for a bra was new, but Katy wasn’t sure she wanted to buy just a regular support bra like she normally did. She wanted something that gave her something more, something like “…that” Katy said while looking up at one of the models pictures. She was breathtaking, even for being through photoshop, Katy knew she couldn’t have been much larger up top than Katy was, so it gave her hope she could look like that.

“Umm, I don’t think you could ever look like that.”

Katy turned to see the previously hidden employee standing next to her. “Trisha…”

It’s not that Katy hated Trisha, or vice-versa, but Trisha was a narcissist. Everything was about her, what she thought, what she wanted, what she was doing, her, her, her. Katy would normally hate someone with such vanity, but Trisha had everything to back it up.

Her long blonde hair flowed down over one of her shoulders in a wavy path. The only thing that stopped the cascading locks was the neon pink stripe down the left side. As expected of someone working at a lingerie store, her tits burst out of her white cutoff tank top. Although her small denim jacket hid her shoulders, the jacket made it seem as though she had F cup breasts underneath. The only reason Katy focused so much on her breasts was that she knew Trisha only had smaller D cup breasts from seeing her in her History class. At the beginning of the year Trisha had attempted to compete with Ms. Ansell for best chest in the room, increasing the apparent size of her breasts each day and wearing more and more revealing tops, but it was clear after a couple classes Trisha’s spectacular breasts couldn’t compete with Ansell’s impossible godlike tits. However, that was there, this was here. Trisha definitely put Katy to shame in every department. She stood 5 inches taller, on a body that up until this year was every boy’s wet dream. Long, firm, legs that supported her luscious curvy frame. Hips that moved from side to side just enough to add some jiggle to her cheeks at each step. The boys always described her with one word, “juicy”.

“… thanks for letting me know I won’t ever look like that Trish.” Katy remarked a bit embarrassed.

“I could look like that if I lost a few pounds. Of course my breasts are bigger so I’d be more popular. But that’s not what I meant about you.” Trisha left that bit to lure Katy in.

Katy figured she’d bite, “What did you mean, then?”

“Those are bras for young girls. Hehhe” giggled Trisha pointing at the sign and tags of the bras Katy was picking through.

Katy blushed, and practically died of embarrassment right where she stood. All the confidence she strode in with absolutely disappeared in an instant and turned to humiliation. Katy could think of no excuse to get out of this, especially with Trisha now walking away while still laughing at her. “You probably want to go to the second hand store down the way. Or, if you must buy something here look along the back wall over there. That’s our stuff for girls like you.” Trisha pointed to the back where the couple was swooning, probably mere seconds away from making out.

Swallowing a bit of her pride, since she’d come this far and her mother was paying for it, Katy resolved herself to at least buy one bra and some pajamas. Katy couldn’t admit defeat to Trisha in her determination, especially since she lost physically by default. Slowly making her approach to the back, Katy thought, “Who comes to a store just to press up against each other like they’re trying to smash a balloon between them.”

When she got closer she realized this girl couldn’t have been out of high school, or hadn’t been for long, but was still larger, much larger, than Katy. Her breasts smashed up against her boy toy, pushing up and out of her too small bra and top. “Unbelievable…” Katy observed.

She might have accidently said that a bit louder than she intended as the girl turned to eye Katy up and down. After realizing where Katy fell, the girl flipped her hair and stood up on her toes to kiss her boyfriend. The guy took a moment to look down into her cleavage before he kissed her back. The girl thrust her chest out a bit more, arching her back, for the final moment of the kiss before breaking the kiss, licking her lips upon lower herself onto her own feet.

“Enjoying the show?” The girl sarcastically asked to Katy. The guy moved behind her, obviously to adjust himself.

“Hey! You two, pay for something or leave, this isn’t your bedroom.” The manager shouted out from behind the counter, “Can’t you handle your sister?” she said to Trisha. Trisha just rolled her eyes towards her sister.

“Alright, alright, sorry, geez. Casey are you done picking out whatever bra you want?” The girl yelled out to a pile of t-shirts. A little girl meekly peered out from the edge, “umm.. no… not yet. Sorry. I don’t know what I’m loo-”

“I don’t even know why you need a bra, those things don’t count as breasts.” The girl interrupted. “I have breasts, you’re flat. So I don’t know why mom made me bring you here when Trisha works here, just pick something out, throw it in your closet at home so I can go back to Tim’s house.”

Katy watched the little girl continue to try to hide from everyone, obviously she had no idea what to do. Her sisters obviously unwilling to help her, despite her older sister Trisha being an employee of the store, the girl was lost. The manager was obviously busy dealing with the other woman, so that left this poor girl to fend for herself while her sisters mocked her immature figure.

Katy tried to ignore it, but looking through the store at the all the pressure that this young girl must be feeling, Katy concluded she needed to do something. It might have been that she and Katy had a lot in common when it came to comparing with these two, regardless of the age difference, so she felt sympathetic with this small girl.

The plane was the same, but the library was very different. It wasn’t as grandeur, in fact it was still under construction with pillars surrounded by scaffolding. The doors were complete though, and just as heavy as the others. Making her way inside, she started to look for the librarian. Katy confusingly walked toward the counter since she couldn’t see anyone waiting for her like in the other libraries. After getting to the counter she saw why. The young girl was laying on her belly with a book in front of her, using a colored pencil to draw and write. Humming away, kicking her feet in the air, Katy interrupted her, “Excuse me…” she said gently.

“I was wondering if you, um, might be able to tell me what’s wrong.” Katy asked, unsure whether she actually knew what she was doing here.

The librarian continued to draw and color in her book but kept her head down, “I’m embarrassed. My mother and sisters both have large breasts and got their first training bras when they were 9, I’m almost 11 and I don’t have any breasts. My sisters won’t help me because they call me flat and make fun of me.”

“Well, uhhmm. Is there anything I can do..?” Katy asked.

The librarian looked up, red-eyed from crying, “Can you make my chest grow?”

Katy started to answer, but closed her mouth rethinking her answer. “Um…. No I can’t, it… it doesn’t, work that way.” Katy knew that answer wouldn’t do anything productive.

Jumping out of the library without accomplishing anything, she continued to stand at the wall with bras galore.

Trisha snuck up behind her again, “What, do you not know how bras work? Ha! Just like Casey over there. I had a bigger bra than you before I turned 12.” Swirling away, her jiggling chest mocking Katy, Trisha returned to sneaking around the store.

“Jesus, why can’t you go help your sister out?” Katy said quieter than the store’s music.

Katy grinned. “You’re going to help her whether you want to or not.”

This library reminded her of her own in its size and structure, except of course this one had TRISHA labelled on the outside. Making her way inside she was curious how absurd Trisha’s librarian would be. And not to disappoint, the librarian appeared to be what could only be described as porn level attire and figure. This was the first librarian Katy knew of that was wearing lingerie instead of the traditional garment. Everything about this librarian said sex appeal, but it bordered on too much. It was as if you took the most exaggerated parts of every Victoria’s Secret model and combined them into one person you’d get this. Katy couldn’t guess at the bra size, maybe a K cup, but her waist was barely 20 inches. She stood a bit over 6 feet, weighing no more than 130lbs, probably 40 of that in her bra.

“Can you show me where the books on lingerie, or rather bras, are at, please?” Katy asked.

“Like, sure.” Replied the librarian, obviously a bit less strict than the other librarians.

“Right about, here.” The librarian pointed out. “Oh, wait, it’s over here,” point to the other side of the aisle.

Katy looked through the rows, finding 7 volumes on lingerie/bras/panties. Katy asked, “Why are there so many book on this? I thought it would be about 5, not 7 complete books.” Katy now a bit considered about filling up her own bookshelf.

“Working at a store that sells these kind of things, I have bigger collection than most people because the books contain how to measure and sell to customers. Also, one of the books is about trying on every type of undergarment Victoria’s Secret has to offer.” Gesturing to herself, posing and running her fingers up her thighs up to the sides of her breasts.

Katy had enough of this librarian, Trisha was bad enough, but looking at her not only made Katy feel like less of a woman, it was upsetting Katy that Librarian Trisha could even exist.

“I just want to check out all these books. Can we do that please?” Katy stuck her arm in the shelf and hugged the set of books in a hurry to leave.

Back at the counter the librarian took longer than normal to check out all the books, following a list each time to make sure she didn’t miss a step. “Alright, 8 books for you.” Handing over the bag, the librarian smiled to Katy.

“Ok. Thanks.” Katy took the bag and immediately turned to make her way out. “She can’t even count right, there were only 7 books.” Katy shook her head pushing the doors to return home.

“Have a nice day!” The librarian’s now bare breasts swaying back and forth as she waved. Her nipples, nearly two inches in diameter, showed proudly out from her chest. She was perfectly waxed, not a hair to be found between her legs, her lips forming their own camel toe. Perfectly toned and tan, the now nude hyperbolic model went on about her day without a care in the world.

Katy still stood at the wall of the most generic bras Victoria’s Secret had to offer, now deciding what type she wanted and where to go get them.

“Should I go for the Body collection or the Very Sexy?” Katy now debated, “Hmm, since I’m not paying for it let’s go with the lace Very Sexy push up bra!” Finding her way through store, she found the bra she was looking for. “28B” Katy grabbed the purple bra off the rack. After selecting another push up bra, she made her way over to the Racy Little panties display. The lace on top was intricate, but still sleek. Katy grabbed a few different types, all which would leave the bottoms of her cheeks open while adding bit of lift. As she finished her selections a very skimpy thong caught her eye, with a high hem line, the simple blank v-thong left little to the imagination. Happy with her selections she made way to find little Casey in the store.

Finding her close the front, near where Katy embarrassed before, Casey was standing in front a wall of small bras that looked like they might fit her. Katy started to approach her and then stopped. “How am I going to do this? How will she handle just knowing about bras?” Those questions gave her hesitance, but she went for it anyway.

Standing in the sea of forever white space, Katy stood before the library. Before entering she looked around, hoping she might find something she had missed before. “My librarian said this was a give and take relationship. I get how taking works, but how do I give?”

Next to Katy a shimmering light appeared, waving in just as the library always did. Katy took a step to the side, a safer distance from the event. Her own librarian now stood before her, “What can I help you with today?” the librarian said while bowing her head a bit.

Katy put together this must be how it works, “Um, can I have the very basic knowledge on undergarments please?”

“Would you like the contents from your library or from your rented library? The rented library’s bra content comes from TRISHA.” The librarian paused for an answer. “Well since Trisha knew more about this stuff than me, how about I give my basic knowledge and keep Trisha’s?” Katy answered.

“Wait!” Katy stopped her librarian before she materialized away. “Do you know if I’ll be losing any knowledge on the topic? Like did I know something that she doesn’t? Didn’t? I mean… you know what I mean. ”

The librarian thought for a moment, doing her mental cataloguing face, and responded, “The basic knowledge books are nearly identical in useful skill sets, but TRISHA’s volume is a bit more complete and has more intricate details. Would you like me to run a comparison on the other contents?”

“No, that’s fine. Thank you. Can I please have the book or books on just the basics?” Katy restated her original request.

The librarian disappeared, only to reappear moments later holding 2 books, one much thinner than the other. “So these are my knowledge on how bras work?” Katy felt a bit saddened knowing she spent years filling these books with her own experiences and memories. “Correct.” Replied the librarian.

“I’ve got better memories now.” Resolved to complete her good deed, at the expense of Trisha anyway, Katy stepped into the library.

Finding the little librarian, who was now sitting at the table next to the counter, Katy introduced herself again. “Hi Casey’s librarian, I would like to… donate, these books to your collection.”

The librarian stood up and with a big smile on her face said, “Oh wow! Thank you so much! Here, come with me. I want to show you where I’m going to put them!” Grabbing Katy’s hand the little girl started to drag Katy through the library.

Unlike most libraries, they came upon that giant curtain much quicker than before. The librarian said, “Wait here! I’ll be right back, I just need to grab a new shelf!” as she moved behind the curtain. Katy delayed any movement, but after a second Katy tried to get a view behind the curtain as well.

The librarian poked her head around the edge suddenly and said, “And no peaking!” flipping the curtain closed even more.

The librarian returned dragging a small bookshelf and set it beside the last in the row. “Can I have the books please?” asked the librarian holding her arms to Katy. Handing her the books, Katy very interested to see what was going to happen. As soon as the books left her hands, Katy felt different. Not in a bad way, but it was certainly odd trying to remember her first bra, or what her first pair of non-cotton panties felt like, and not being able to put it together correctly.

“There we go! I promise I’ll take good care of them! I’ll dust them every day, too!” the librarian said enthusiastically. The little librarian ran out to Katy and hugged her around mid-thigh. “You’re welcome. And, uh, you shouldn’t let your sisters get to you. You know? Be more confident in yourself, I’m sure you’ll grow up in time. Bras are just a part of a girls life.”

The librarian looked up at Katy, her eyes tearing up a bit, “Thank you! I’ll go write that down right now!” as she trotted off back to the counter. Katy, happy with her decision, made her way out to watch the process unfold in the real world.

It happened rather uneventfully, little Casey looked down at herself for a second, then picked out a couple bras of the same type off the rack and turned to go find her sister. Clearly Katy’s basic knowledge gave her an understanding of how bras are measured, and without the fear of the unknown, gave her the confidence to pick one out without anxiety.

“Hmm…. Well that was anticlimactic. Maybe my pep talk had an effect on her.” Katy remarked. Making her way to the counter to purchase her selections, Katy could hear Casey tell her sister she picked one out. “How cute! It’s so small, just like you!” mocked her sister, still hanging all over her boyfriend. “We should show Trisha. Trisha! Hey look at this!”

Trisha walked over lost in her own world, “What is it?”

“Look at what Casey picked out!” said the mean spirited sister, pointing at it.

“What is that?!” Trisha said, earnestly wondering about it.

“I know right! Exactly. It’s nothing really.” The middle sister’s mockery was embarrassing both sisters, but for very different reasons. Trisha had no clue what she was talking about, but was too prideful to admit it that she worked in a store and knew absolutely nothing about what she sold. Hell, Trisha only managed to figure out where she worked because of all the posters around the place. Meanwhile Casey continued to stand her ground, not really being phased by the jokes about her bras, more embarrassed by her sister’s behavior than anything else.

Katy finished up paying and exited the store with her bag in hand. She sat down at a bench just outside the entrance to the store and eyed the cruel girl paying for her younger sister’s bras. “I can’t let it go.” Katy told herself. “She is just too messed up – I need to take her down a peg. But what should I do?” Katy pondered, very intent on balancing out her good deed earlier.

That’s when it happened. The guy she was with moved his arm from around her waist and slide is hand into her front waistband, causing the girl to straighten up a bit. “Ohh! Not until tonight Tim!” she said twisting in his arms to face him.

Katy grinned, knowing just what to do.

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