Life in the Monastery Part 2

I felt the straps dig into my shoulder but it was worth the sacrifice if this thing managed to hold these two puppies in place.

They were now nice and snug even if a bit squished but I would get used to it eventually I hoped.

Once it was on, I glanced at myself in the small mirror I borrowed . My reflection was foreign yet familiar—long, blond hair cascading over my shoulders, framing a cute face and a body far too voluptuous to be that of a nun.

Maybe in a different one my nipples won’t poke out so much I would have to try out the others at some point.

The knock at the door startled me, just as I’d predicted.

"Caro, give me a minute!" I called out, my voice slightly panicked without underwear. It wouldn’t be the first time she saw me naked but it was still embarrassing.

"You're always so slow in the morning!" she retorted from the other side. Caro had no patience, but I liked her for it. She was one of the few people who always seems to notice when I was struggling with something and helped without even asking.

I couldn't blame her for being a little frustrated with me—I wasn’t exactly the same person she had grown used to.

Apparently they had entered around the same time being roommates at first….

Putting on my panties I reached for the white tunic first and after for the habit. The bra was already paying dividends making it easier to put on the rest.

I sighed, throwing the door open and greeting her with a half-smile. She immediately crossed her arms, her eyes sweeping over my figure with a teasing glint.

"Still getting used to it, huh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. "You know it's not as easy as it looks."

Caro chuckled, stepping past me into the room. "I don't envy you. That’s a lot to handle," she said, gesturing to my chest before flopping down on my bed.

“Yours swelled like ripe fruits during harvest season. The village boys are often catching glimpses during prayer so if you ever think of quitting being a nun finding a boy won’t be much trouble for you.”

“Caroline!” I sighed with mock anger. When I was troubled she gave me space helping me silently but once she noticed “I was back to normal“ she started teasing me.

Caro wasn’t especially endowed with a lithe frame, brown hair and a cute if mischievous expression.

Not all girls here stay as nuns many are send by their families to the monastery to receive an education in exchange for donations, some even being of lesser nobility though they kept silent about it as at-least in theory everyone was treated equally with the same amount of chores and responsibilities irrelevant of birth and only based on personal effort. That being the theory but obviously the church gave preferential treatment to those with a decent compatibility to divine power wanting them to stay and took them in even without demanding anything in exchange.

Some girls are from orphanages the church managed, others come from local churches or are village girls recommended by a priest and like mentioned above others still are only here for the education Caroline being one of them as she will likely leave the church once the curriculum is done unless she manages to learn multiple holy spells. But her talent being average it would likely take her several years.

Her family owned something close to a ranch selling and renting out horses so even if she only learned bless or purify, which most nuns could do, it would already benefit her family.

They had come here around the same time befriending each other when they were roommates for a short while but had apparently grown distant once Claire started studying all day long trying to be a proper nun and striving to become a priestess, at which point the extent of her talent was noticed as she easily acquired all the base holy spells making her an apprentice priestess already which some needed years if not decades of devotion to archive.

And Caroline had missed teasing the old Claire before she got all serious and stuck up on theology as she described and was delighted to have her old Claire back.

I felt kinda guilty but I suppose it was better that way and honestly without Caros help I would have been pretty lost over the last few days.