Hang in there. It's just a handicap, right?

"Doing what you love is important. I mean, you go through all the trouble to tape yourself down, so you must like Track, right?"

She glances away. "Yeah... right. I should probably just have you use that magic book to make my tits small."

"I could do that... if that's what you want," you say with some apprehension.

"I don't know what I want. I mean, I'm good at track. It got me my scholarship, so maybe this is what I should be focusing on."

You put a hand on her shoulder and squeeze. "Do what you want to do. You're you, so no matter what size you are you're still the same Sadie, right?"

"R-right." Sadie avoids eye contact. "So... it's cool if I come over, right? I mean... we could talk... or whatever. Maybe pick up where we left off?"

"Yeah. Sounds like a plan."