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her thighs, and the sinking sensation, like being scared but much nicer, in the pit of her stomach.
    Her breasts - she said the word to herself, in a whisper, and shuddered - seemed to have grown each time she looked at them. She was sure they were larger than those of any of the other young women on her course. Olena liked her breasts. She knew it was naughty to touch them other than when strictly necessary, of course, but when she was washing herself, or dressing, she sometimes found herself stroking them. It felt very pleasant. The skin of her breasts was soft, yet she found that as she caressed them her breasts became firmer. She liked the fact that they were now so large and round that they looked almost too big for her girlish chest and shoulders; when she lay on her back in bed, her breasts would overlap her armpits; standing, she could create a deep valley between them by moving her arms together only slightly.
    When she heard her fellow students talking about the necessity of padded underwear and low-cut dresses for making the most of their busts, Olena felt smug - which was a sin - and, even worse, she felt envious of their freedom to display such charms as they had.
    But Barat had said that she could have some different clothes. Perhaps, while they were shopping, she would dare to suggest that she should have some new underclothes, too. She knew the kinds of things that young women wore here in the city; she averted her eyes but she couldn't help catching glimpses of advertisements for lingerie and swimming costumes. In fact, some of the clothes that the students wore were so sheer that she could see the underwear beneath.
    She imagined her breasts no longer compressed within the stiff bodices that she had brought with her from home, but instead supported in cups of coloured lace. She imagined wearing a diaphanous dress, with nothing underneath but a tiny pair of panties. It was so pleasurable to have such imaginings; surely they couldn't be sinful? But she knew they were.
    She moved the mirror lower and found herself looking at the reflection of the deeply shadowed triangle of dark curls below her belly. She looked away quickly; this area seemed to her to be the centre and source of the wicked feelings she was having.
    Instead, she held the mirror at her hip and twisted her head in an attempt to see her bottom. This was, she knew, a part of her body almost as forbidden as the area between her legs, but she had heard the other girls on her course talking quite openly about their own bottoms - usually complaining that they were too big - and also, to Olena's amazement, discussing the bottoms of some of the male students.
    Olena was as pleased with her bottom as she was with her breasts. It, too, seemed to have become rounder and fuller in recent months, while her waist and legs had remained slim. It had occurred to Olena that she had a secret: everyone thought that her body was as shapeless as the heavy robes she wore, but in fact she had a figure that was both trimmer and fuller than those of the lingerie and swimwear models she had glimpsed in pictures.
    Suddenly she realised that she had been admiring her own body for at least ten minutes. Her behaviour was becoming worse and worse. It was so difficult, in the crowded city, to keep to the rules of the community. She was so glad that Barat was with her.
    What would Barat say if he found her naked, looking at her own bottom in a mirror? The thought of being discovered by Barat didn't seem to dismay her as much as she had expected it to. In fact, it made her feel warmer, and shivery, in that forbidden place between her legs. Barat would see every part of her body. He would admire her breasts. Perhaps he would decide that such wickedness deserved to be punished. Many of the children in the community had been spanked by their parents, with the elders' permission, when they had been naughty. Would Barat insist on spanking her - on her naked bottom?
    Olena shuddered. She