Every day, Rachel went to the mall - today was no exception. However, most of the time she only went after calling or IM-ing some friends about it, and then she would hook up with them on the way or at the entrance. Today, however, she didn't feel like calling anyone - didn't even think twice about it. So, she hopped straight in her car and drove out.
As she drove, Rachel looked at her old, hand-me-down Sedan and realized how ugly it was. So old; so threadbare - and it smelled musty too! How could she have stood it for so long? Rachel resolved that, as soon as she got back from the mall, she would convince her mother to buy her a new car. It would probably work, too - her mother trusted Rachel a lot.
'Fool', Rachel thought smugly, then immediately regretted it. The thought stayed, however.
When she arrived at the mall, Rachel found she had yet another new desire - but this one was a little less vague than the others. As she had pulled into the mall parking lot, Rachel had felt distinctly uncomfortable with her bra - her breasts were pressing far too tightly against it, so that the fabric was scratching her, and she could feel the under wire. She was bulging out of the sides, and the edges of the bra cups were pressing into her flesh. In a word - distressing.
Apparently, her breasts had grown more than she realized since she last tried on that bra. Oh, well - it wasn't like the change was unwelcome, anyway. There were lingerie stores in the mall, and as she closed her car door Rachel resolved to make one of them her first stop.