An Actual Conversation with my Sister

Mo and I went out to lunch in Davenport, at a Olive Garden. We had the all-you-can-eat soup and salad and breadsticks. We’d already started eating. We had been talking about work, the new office, new work, new clients. I had a few bits of breadsticks on the shelf of my chest, though wasn’t thinking anything about it, going to dust it off shortly.

I actually wasn’t prepared when…

“My gawd, Helia…” Maureen started. I knew she was serious when she called me directly by name versus her usual “hun.” She called everyone HUN. It drove me crazy because I knew her meaning to be double edged...sarcasm or sweetness. “What are you going to do with those things?”

I looked down and pinched up the bits of breadstick. “I’m going to eat them.”

“No,” she said, then leaned in a little closer. “About those.” She looked straight at my jutting bust that was mashed against the edge of the table we sat.

I leaned over too as far as my boobs would let me. “What about….umm...these?” I said, referring to my breasts.

“Karin told me,” she continued, leaning away so she was sitting up straight again.

I did the same though my boobs stayed in place right there, overlapping the table. Yes, I had my dinner plate and soup and beverage to the side so I wasn’t trying to lunge over my boobs to dab at my soup and salad.

“Told you?” I replied.

“About the recent measurement.”

“Uh, okay,” I said. Whatever. Not a big tell in my book that Karin told Maureen any of this.

“What’s the plan?” She asked.

“What plan? What are you talking about?” I said.

“Are you going back on your medication to more or less, well, control those?”

I glanced at my jutting chest. “You speak like my breasts and me are two different entities. And, no, I don’t plan on going back on the meds. They mucked with my mind. Ugh. No, I’m not planning on EVER going back on them.”

“But you have to admit, they’ve been getting very very….big,” she said.

This was totally odd for Maureen to be so focused on my chest, heck, on my well being. She was Mrs. Corporate Woman all the way. Usually all business and no time for personal chats like we were having now.

“So, umm, you’re just going to, well, let them grow?” she asked.

I was getting annoyed by how she was talking like my breasts and me were not attached.

“I am going to let nature take its toll. They might keep growing for...who knows how long...or might be done right here, right now as we sit here.” I replied. “I mean, are you ashamed of them, of me and them?”

She hoisted a spoon of soup to her lips and almost blew it off her spoon as she gasped. “No no no. I’ve gotten used to my little sister having two Macy’s Thanksgiving floats for breasts,” Mo said. My gosh, THAT is something Karin would say. Obviously they’d been talking. “It’s just that, well, how big are they going to get until their too big for you?”

“Is this a company image thing? Can’t have a lead manager having gigantic boobs?” I exclaimed. “Are people talking in the office or something?”

“No, well, a little. Mostly everyone likes you, and they think you’re doing a great job. I think you’re doing a great job,” Maureen said.

“Well, that’s good,” I said rolling my eyes.

“You didn’t answer my question though: how big are they going to get until they are too big for you than you can’t turn back?”

I took another bite of breakfast. Chewed it. Washed it down with some water. I set my glass down, brushed more crumbs off my jutting top, then left my hands on top of my gigantic boobies.

“They’ll never be too big for me. Maybe for other people, but I am fine with their size now, and if I’m destined for more and bigger ones, so be it.”

She opened her mouth to respond, saw my stern determined look, and shut her mouth.

The conversation turned to the new office opening and the weather in Iowa. LOL

End.