𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

The change rooms are a haze of sweet-smelling mists and deodorants smelling of baby powders. Our Sport lesson is over and no one wants to smell of B.O. Billie so much so, she's gone for a shower. Amid changing my top over, I pull at the front of my sports bra, its wiring digging into my sternum. I hope none of the girls see me; my bra is loose and anyone can practically see my sagging breasts underneath.

"Hey Eden!" Seraphina chirps.

I turn from facing the corner of the changeroom to see Seraphina. Her breasts are propped up in white lace. I suppose Barbies don't wear sports bras.

"You're going to Uni Day, right?" Seraphina asks.

I pick up my school top from the bench and hold it over my chest. I nod my head.

"You should come have lunch with me after."

"Yeah," I say, shocked. Thrilled.

"Here," Seraphina adds, holding out her Impulse spray, "Have some."

I zigzag it across my torso. "Thanks," I say, handing it back. But think: I'm dating your Ball date.