Amy knocked on the dressing room door. "Can I come in?" she asked.
"Yes" came Mia's muffled reply.
Amy slid into the dressing room with Mia. It was stuffy and hot and Mia had broken out in prespiration. Her round face was red with little beads of sweat on her forehead.
Amy wrinkled her nose and made a mental note to get Mia into a bath when they got back to the lake house. She hesitated for a second before doing what she intended to do. Being an athlete she was no stranger to locker rooms and dressing rooms, and getting close and personal was just the nature of those places. Rarely however was she expected to be so close and intimate with a stranger. Sure, she had known and been an acquaintance of Jules for years and spend many occasions socializing. She had not, however, been in this kind of a situation. Sure, it was Mia, her daughter and Mia needed her, but "Creepy" was the only way Amy could think about it. She thought of Mia and having to deal with the intimacy of being in another woman's body. Mia was only 11, and immature both physically and mentally so suddenly being thrown into full blown adulthood was a disturbing thought, and even more so given the situation.
Amy set the armload of clothes on the bench. "I brought in some things to try, not necessarily buy just so I can know what fits the best."
"Ok Mommy, but I hope we won't be here long. It's REALLY hot." she said and fanned her face.
"Yes, we'll hurry" Amy said. "I think as far as underpants these will work." she set 4 packs of underwear in a hand basket. "As far as bra, lets start with this one." Amy said and held up a plain cotton bra. "I'll help you" and she pulled the t shirt Mia was wearing up and over her head. Her breasts bobbled and swayed and then lay flat against her chest and upper stomach. Amy noted the stretch marks across Mia's freckled upper chest and running downward along the slope of her bust. The nipples were thick surrounded by a lighter pink aureola a little bigger than a silver dollar.
Mia stood there wiggling back and forth, watching her (new to her) boobs sway back and forth.
"Mia, hold still" Amy said annoyed with the action. She just wanted to get out of there, and the fact that she needed to buy at least two of everything, the cost would add up quickly.
Amy helped Mia with the bra and adjusted the straps. Mia turned to face her and Amy did a little more adjusting. Her guess was close enough and she looked at the tag again. 42C she repeated a few times. She went through her items she had brought in and put two more 42C bras into the hand basket.
"OK" she said, try these shorts. Amy said indicating Mia should take off her sweat pants.
Mia pushed the pants down and stepped out.
Amy rolled her eyes. She had forgotten neither Mia or Eric had not been wearing underpants. She opened a pack of plain cotton panties and handed one to Mia. "Put these on first" she said and Mia stepped into them and pulled them up and over her butt and hips.
Mia shuffled her legs.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked
"My front bottom feels funny" Mia said.
Amy looked down, the fabric had wedged itself between her rather thick labia, so she showed Mia how to adjust her underwear so it would be more comfortable. She also noticed the cesarean scar across her lower abdomen which was another jarring realization for Amy. "How many kids does Jules have, 3? 4?" she thought to herself.
With underpants in place she had Mia try on a few pairs of shorts and found 5 or 6 pair in their size that would work for both Eric and Mia, and a couple of sun dresses Mia wanted and let her wear them out rather than put dirty clothes back on.
Lastly, Amy had Mia try on some shoes, she had guessed her size to be a 7 but had to go with a size 6. For Mia she found a pair of sandals and sneakers she could wear with any outfit and some ballet flats. For Eric, she found some not too feminine sneakers he could wear with shorts or the sweatsuits she grabbed for him.
Amy put the keep items into the hand tote and took the rest out and put on the counter to be restocked. She walked over to the athletic wear and found a couple of athletic bras and support tank tops for Eric. The thought about having this conversation with Eric was depressing to her but it was probably inevitable and she'll have to convince him that he would be more comfortable. Also , while they are supposed to be laying low up here, IF they need to be out in public, nothing is discrete about a woman without a bra.