Claire’s Big Break_(2)

Claire excitedly jumped out of bed in the early warm Boston morning in May. This was the day she had been waiting for seemingly forever. She was interviewing for Dr. Lawson’s renowned summer scholarship for newly minted post-secondary women interested in pursuing a career in medicine.

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For as long as Claire could remember, she wanted to be a doctor. Her mother and father were both physicians, and served as role models for her. Even as a child she would dress up in their oversized white coats, wear their stethoscope in her ears and pretend to auscultate her teddy bears, much to her parents’ amusement. She grew up watching TV shows like House and Gray’s Anatomy, fantasizing about what her career would one day be like. Her parents were extremely flattered by their daughter idolizing their career, and they wanted nothing more than for their only child to follow in their footsteps.

As Claire progressed through school, her own internal motivation, as well as the subconscious external pressures she felt from her parents cheering her on, motivated her to exceed in school in order to propel herself to her ultimate goal. While most girls Claire’s age were interested in partying and boys, Claire didn’t want anything to do with the sort, and focused solely on her career, telling herself there would be time for all of that other stuff later. So it was no surprise that when an email was sent through her high school newsletter, near the end of the year, announcing that the renowned Dr. Lawson was accepting applications for his prestigious scholarship for young women interested in pursuing a career in medicine, Claire couldn’t help but go all in for the opportunity.

She looked into the award and learned that Dr. Lawson was the recently retired dean of Harvard Medical School, and that he was launching an initiative to promote women in medicine. This scholarship was only open for girls in their last year of high school, who were 18 years of age. Not only did the scholarship offer a three-month summer training program with Dr. Lawson himself, but guaranteed that if the candidate successfully completed the training program and final assessment, that she would receive a full scholarship to Harvard University, and would be fast-tracked to receive acceptance to the world-renowned medical school only 3 years of undergraduate studies.

Shocked by this guarantee, Claire eagerly filled out her application, resume, and passionately wrote a required five-thousand word essay on how much receiving this opportunity would mean to her.

One thing Claire found odd, was that the application asked for a full body picture of the candidate in tight clothing, and a list of measurements, including height, weight, waist, hip and breast size. While Claire blushed at the site of sharing these details over an application, she was reassured when the application explained that each candidate would have custom scrubs made for them, and that measurements had to be precise so that the outfit would fit right.

Although modest, this opportunity meant way too much to Claire to pass up. She hesitantly filled out the details. She wrote in the demographics, height and weight section; Red hair, Green eyes, 5’5”, 110 lbs. Claire was far from a fashionista, usually wearing modest off the rack clothing. She had to look at several of her fancier dresses, tight fitting pants, and use a measuring tape for the requested measurements. After some deliberation she placed a 36-24-36” in the breast, waist and hip columns.

The next column was one that Claire knew of all too well, “Bra Cup”. While most girls would kill to have bra tag that read “32 DD”, Claire was ashamed. Claire had always been a pretty, but very skinny girl, until puberty hit her with a truck-full of hormones. To her dismay, at the tender age of 12-14, her breasts ballooned to C cups. Suddenly, she became the most stared at girl in her middle school. Claire wanted none of this attention, she was never the attention-seeking type.

Unfortunately for her as she progressed through high school, her breasts continued to grow nearly a cup size per year, and they also brought a friend with them. Over those same years, Claire’s bum went from seemingly flat to very curvaceous. Her girlfriends couldn’t resist playfully smacking her butt when Claire wasn’t looking, much to her shagreen. What bothered her more were all the boys staring at her butt when she walked by, she couldn’t help the way that it mesmerized them with its jiggle with each step.

Just as for her smarts and career ambitions, Claire had her parents to blame for this problem as well. Claire figured she inherited her boobs from her mother, who boasted F cups herself, while she inherited her bubble-butt from her dad’s side, as she couldn’t help but notice the sizeable derriere’s that her aunts and cousins on that side had.

Needless to say, Claire received plenty of male attention due to her assets, and much of it unwanted. While her peers and older high school boys ogling her was annoying, what really creeped Claire out was when she started to catch her older male teachers and even some of her uncles staring. This started in grade 10 for Claire, and was a wake-up call for her.

While she was never one to reveal much skin with her dress, Claire started to cover herself as much as she could, insisting on hiding in loose fitting sweaters and baggy jeans or sweats most of the time. This was a sort of defence mechanism for Claire. And while she knew that men would still stare at her, at least she had the comfort of knowing exactly what they could, and couldn’t see.

Claire also worked out meticulously and watched her diet, hoping that this might decrease the size of her curves. Unfortunately for her though, all this did was keep her narrow waist and stomach exceptionally well-toned, while managing to lift her butt up into a naturally perfect and toned position. While the effects were not what Claire desired, this did keep her feeling fit, and was a good stress relief for her when her stress from school accumulated, so she carried on with her regimen.

So as one could imagine, Claire was very hesitant to share a picture of herself in “tight fitting” clothing, as the application asked for. Nonetheless, she knew she couldn’t pass this opportunity by, and was reassured that it was only used so that they could put a face to the application, and help fit the scrub outfit.

Claire looked through her closet. She eyed some items of clothing she usually only wore for her boyfriend of two years, Alex. Despite Claire’s career driven nature, she did fall for a boy in sophomore year, and has been dating him since. He wasn’t the football quarterback that most girls with Claire’s looks would attract, he was a skinny, nerdy guy that just like Claire, was very intelligent, shy and career driven. They bonded over their schoolwork, and this slowly developed into a romantic relationship.

Claire just felt comfortable showing him some skin a year into their relationship, and they finally had sex, much to Alex’s pleasure, on their two year anniversary a month ago. This was a huge moment for Claire, in order to justify losing her virginity, she reassured herself that Alex was the love of her life, and that she would eventually marry him. They had sex only a handful or times since, Claire was not really that interested in it, even with him, she just had too much school work to focus on.

The outfit in question was not lingerie, or a racy bra, that most girls only share with their boyfriends, it was simply a pair of tight fitting white yoga pants and v-neck shirt that Alex had gotten her as a birthday gift. She didn’t even like the idea of wearing these items in her own house, as she hated seeing her bubble butt stick out and jiggle in mirrors in around the house. And she didn’t like how the moderate depth of her v-neck exposed some of her cleavage.

Nonetheless she, didn’t have much to choose from. She slipped both items of clothing on and took some full-body shots with a professional camera that she had. She took pictures from the front and both sides like the application instructed. She blushed at how they turned out. From the frontal picture while her breasts looked sizeable, it looked like a normal application picture, with Claire beaming a bright smile while featuring her big green eyes, and light freckles, despite how uncomfortable she felt inside.

From the side however, Claire’s full curvature was displayed. Claire couldn’t help to think that this resembled angles that racy Instagram “models” would post. Her narrow waist contrasted starkly with her round butt which jutted backward, lifted up into an almost erect position by her white yoga pants, and her unnaturally pert and big boobs which seemed to defy gravity, sticking out in front of her.

Claire decided she couldn’t look at this anymore, and that she would only chicken out of applying if she did. She reminded herself of what this would mean for her career. Cautiously, and almost regretfully, she submitted her application.

This nervousness was short lived, she realized that she was being silly, and she soon began checking her email incessantly, waiting for a response to her application.

Finally, about 3 weeks later, she almost started crying tears of joy when she checked her email, finding a message congratulating her on being one of five candidates accepted for interview for the position, out of thousands of applicants.