The Priest's Daughter

Mary was at where she was most comfortable; on her knees. She was in the third pew from the back saying an 'Our Father' as her Father read along at the front. She usually sat in the first row with her Mother and two brothers but had been late again this Sunday. Again she couldn't find anything that fit her newly developed body. Mary had gone her early teens without hitting puberty, the cross her Father gave her for her first communion hung over a flat chest, further extenuating her almost childlike figure.

That all changed, almost overnight, during school break when Mary's small childlike frame went though a transformation that no one expected. Now it's almost impossible to find anything in her wardrobe that will stretch around her 32DD chest and her hips widened so far that not a single pair of pants fits. She's resigned to the fact that it'll be old skirts until her parents can take her back-to-school shopping in a few weeks, although with the added few inches of height, they seem to be untastefully short, drawing all kinds of looks.