Entering the office, I look around a bit. Nothing out of the ordinary. All the mother's sat next to their daughters, all with 5 inch heels or higher, and all with their breast showing. To bad nothing interesting is happening. I sit down in the corner, the cold chair feeling quite nice on my thighs, making me wish I had worn shorter shorts. My fishnet stockings were skin tight, my heels tight enough that I would have to pull to remove them from my feet. My tank top showing- it's here another wave comes over me. Weird, that's been happening a lot today. Anyways, my cropped tank top showed my flat tummy and lower back, no cleavage, but half my nipple and underboob.
I rub my stomach a bit, always having a perfect figure. I can't remember exactly, but I do know that it is illegal to wear anything but a cropped shirt in public. Thankfully every shirt and top I owned was cropped! This one is a bright sky blue, with the word "Candy~" in big white letters. I see mom head twoards me, her jacket and tube top looking good, showing pretty much all of her cleavage. We always disagreed on that, I liked under boob better than cleavage. It was just more comfortable.
"Karyn sweetie, you are sighed in. I have to get to work, so here's some money for lunch and a Uber." Mom tells me handing me a few twenties, which I gladly stick in my pocket. Mom works as a bartender about an hour away from home, and worked Monday's through Saturday's full time! But it was ok, I didn't mind being alone. I give her a hug, our breast squishing against each other before she heads out.
I stay on my phone for nearly an hour waiting to be called back, but for some reason, it never happened. I was the last one here, all the other girls already done with their checkups. I decide to ask the receptionist about it, so I stand up. My breast bounce as they normally do, as I walk over to the counter. On the other side, I see a young woman wearing a black tube top and matching business skirt,with her own 8 inch heels. "Excuse me, I've been waiting for nearly an hour and a half. Is something wrong?" I ask, as she looks up to me. "Oh I'm sorry hun, here I'll check. What's your doctors name?" She asks, which I have to think for a sec to remember. "Doctor Megan Ferfeild." I say as she types something on her computer. "And what is your name?" She says smiling, before I feel another wave of heat. Only this one instead of flashing, it stayed for nearly five seconds.
Authors Note: Hey all! This branch is based off an old story called "Good Manners Go Without Saying." I suggest giving it a read ^^! https://mcstories.com/GoodMannersGoWithoutSaying/index.html
