Free Miyu's Wish by Casey Bryce

in my seat as Clarence flipped through his textbook.
Perhaps my petite frame magnified them somehow?
Either way, Clarence hadn’t seemed to notice, and class was almost over. I studied him indignantly.
    “Make any progress on your little investigation?” he asked nonchalantly as the bell rang.
    “I might be onto something,” I replied simply, grabbing my bag. “See you tomorrow.”
    I avoided Marlene and quickly headed outside to my aunt’s car. I clambered inside and smiled at her, but she seemed more uptight than usual.
    “How did it…work out?” she asked as we headed for the community center.
    I patted my chest with satisfaction. “The bra was fine. Thank you.” There was no point in reliving the day’s torrid details with her.
    “We’ll have to get you some of your own soon, but you can continue using mine for now.”
    I nodded as she stopped before the building. I hopped out.
    “Have fun, sweetie!”
    “We’ll see,” I said resignedly. I had my concerns.
    And they proved warranted—nearly all my classmates were in their forties or higher. In fact, the youngest person beside myself appeared to be the well-endowed instructor herself. She wore apink leotard with a black cardigan over it, and seemed to take an especially keen interest in me as we began the lesson.
    “Miss Miyu, compressions should be done like this,” she explained, kneeling next to me and pressing her palms down just below the dummy’s chest. “And you should breathe into the mouth like this.” She held the dummy’s head back, pinched its nose, and then gingerly cupped her mouth over the accompanying facemask. Her breasts surged forward as she bent over, obscuring nearly everything she was doing. Two breaths later, she sat up and smiled expectantly at me. “You see? Not so hard. Now you try again.”
    “OK,” I said reluctantly. I replaced her mask with my own and went to work, finally hearing her approval after the fifth or sixth breath. “Nice job,” she said, rubbing my back. “Now get going on those compressions.”
    As she left to observe someone else, an elderly man came over.
    “Isn’t she great?” he said, gazing down at me. “I take her class every couple months.”
    I tried to smile, but I just couldn’t.
    By seven o’clock class was over, and I finally had my certification. I headed for the door.
    “You did marvelously today,” the instructor said, hopping in front of me. “I also teach an aerobics class, in case you’re interested. It’s great fun, and it’ll make that sweet body of yours even more delectable. She bent forward, and with a wink, handed me a perfumed business card.
    I placed it in my purse and bowed graciously. “Ha, thanks, I’ll think about it.” I began inching for the door. “Have a nice night.” I pushed through the exit and found Aunt Mari waiting outside.
    We were home within minutes. As Aunt Mari set the dinner table, I quickly changed into my pajamas and checked my e-mail. Rraman had not responded, and a quick perusal of the forum showed no sign of further contact, either.
    I sighed and slowly plodded back downstairs.

Chapter Thirteen
    B y Friday, the gawks and stares had finally subsided, and life returned to normal. More importantly, the new bras my aunt had me fitted for were extremely comfortable, and I began each day with newfound confidence.
    But not everything was perfect.
    “Can’t you do
something
about her?” Marlene pleaded as we left lunch one day. “She really feels awful, and it would make things easier on the rest of us.”
    I didn’t reply immediately. “You know…what she did, right?” I asked, staring at her warily.
    Marlene despaired. “Miyu, I know that. She told me everything. In tears. She feels horrible. Believe it or not, she really likes you.”
    We stopped to stare at each other. “She actually cried?” I asked, dumbfounded. A warm tingle shook my body, and I had toforce myself not to smile. “So…why doesn’t she just come to me on