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Danny Hates Shaving - Part 5
In which Danny's Mom first sees his breasts and helps him pick out girl's
clothing.
By the time I had gotten home from college and lugged all the stuff up to
my bedroom, it was time for supper. I just pulled on a pair of old jeans
and a floppy sweatshirt and came down to the kitchen. Dad was pretty
quiet, I caught him sneaking sideways glances at me several times, my
sweatshirt pretty much hid my chest, but you could still see the weight
I'd gained below my waist, and I'd pulled my long hair back in a
ponytail. And I was trying to keep my voice lower than its normal Soprano
pitch, but it kept squeaking back up there. Mom was her usual self -
usual nosey self, that is, asking question after question about school
and what my plans were for the next year, and on and on. Finally, to shut
her up I told her that there weren't many job opportunities for someone
with an Associate's Degree in Voice Studies and that I was thinking about
maybe going to the nearby state college in the fall and maybe working on
a Bachelor's Degree - in what I wasn't sure.
I'd decided that during the summer I had to do something about my weight
gain, so the second day I was home I put on a pair of jogging sneakers, a
sleeveless sweatshirt, and some baggy shorts and went for a run in the
park. It wasn't much of a run as within about ten minutes I was getting
short of breath and had to slow to a walk. What was worse was that my
chest was bouncing up and down - well, not my whole chest but my tits -
and was getting pretty sore from the bouncing and rubbing against the
sweatshirt so I took it pretty easy and walked back home. "Hey, Ma," I
called out when I got back to the house, "While I was jogging in the park
I saw some girls jogging and they had these gray bands around their
chest. What's with those?"
"They're probably 'sports bras'," she replied.
"Sports Bra?" I asked.
"Oh come on, for a twenty year old boy you can be so dense at times," she
said, "you know that girls need some support 'up there' during strenuous
activities and a sports bra provides that."
"Oh yeah, well, I knew that," I said, "I'd just never seen one up close
before."
So, armed with that information, I went to the shopping mall, walked into
the sportswear store, and bought myself a sports bra. Well, actually, I
bought two as I couldn't decide between a plain gray one, and a dark blue
one with white trim around the edges. When I got home and tried one on, I
liked it! It not only felt good to have the soft elastic fabric cupping
and supporting my breasts, they didn't bounce around nearly as much when
I bounced up and down on my feet a couple of times as a test. And even
better, they made my breasts look smaller so that I didn't have to be as
careful about how I dressed. When I went jogging the next day I wore a
sports bra, and while I still got winded, at least one of my problems was
solved. When I got back from the jog, I didn't take the sports bra off,
and was soon wearing one most of the time.
A week or so later, while Mom and I were finishing up breakfast after Dad
had left for work, she turned to me and said, "You know, your hair could
use some work."
"I just used shampoo and conditioner on it yesterday," I replied.
"Yes, but the ends are rather frizzy and uneven," she said and continued,
"I've got an appointment for my hair this morning. Why don't you come
along with me and have yours taken care of too. My treat."
Well I was going to turn her down until she got to the "my treat" part so
I went along with her as she drove to her Unisex Hair Salon. Mom
explained to one of the hairdressers that I just wanted a shampoo, and a
trim, and maybe a little lightening - but no fancy styling. I just kind
of relaxed in the chair and almost dozed off as she worked on my hair -
felt nice to have someone else take care of it for once. When she
finished and I could see the result, I had to admit that it looked way
different - almost beautiful in fact. It was a very light blonde color,
and parted on the left side so that it swept down just over my right eye,
and it had a nice curl at the bottom.
"Wow!" I said as I turned around to admire it. As long as we were there,
Mom talked me into getting a manicure as my nails were uneven in length
and some were pretty ragged. During the manicure, she helped me pick out
a glossy nail polish in a very light pink color that looked really nice.
I sent in an application to the state college for the fall semester. I
still wasn't sure what I wanted to do so I registered for "Independent
Studies." The college isn't too far away, so I can live at home if I want
to and commute to save on expenses. And for Independent Studies they
charge you only for the courses you actually take so it looks as though
I'll be able to swing it financially - with a few student loans, of
course.
I'm now up to being able to jog 5 miles before I get winded!
Matt's called once and sent me several e-mails but I haven't responded.
With the warmer weather, I was thinking that it would be nice to be able
to use the above-ground backyard pool that my parents have but which
hasn't been used for a couple of years. One morning I asked Mom if it
would be OK if I cleaned it out, fixed a few minor problems, filled it up
and used it occasionally. She said that it was fine with her and Dad -
but then she looked at me and asked, "But what are you going to wear?"
"Wear? Well I was just going to pull on an old pair of shorts, or I have
some Speedos from college. Or, uh, but ..." and my voice trailed off as I
realized what she was talking about.
"I've been washing your sports bras for several weeks now," she said,
"don't you think that you can let me in on your little secret?"
Oh man, I'd been dreading this moment for a long time, and I'm blushing
like mad and sweating and I even felt a little light-headed. But I
reached up and slowly pulled off my sweatshirt, leaving myself covered up
only by the bulging sports bra. I just stood there unable to go any
farther and after a minute or two, Mom stepped over to me, slipped the
straps off my shoulders, and slowly pulled my sports bra down to my
waist, exposing my breasts. She gasped a little as she saw the large
nipple rings and then said, "Why Danny, I think the rings are very nice
looking. But didn't the piercing hurt."
I just stammered, "No, uh, well, just maybe a little. But not for long.
And, ummmmm ....." and I couldn't think of what else to say and just
stood there, blushing like mad.
Mom reached forward and took a nipple ring in each hand and picked them
up and wiggled them a little. My nipples immediately responded by
hardening up and sticking out farther. She released the rings and moved
her fingers to my nipples, gently rubbing them and tweaking them between
her fingers. By now I was getting even more turned on and getting as much
of an erection as I could get these days. Mom moved her hands down below
my breasts, cupping them and picking them up and gently massaging them. I
was breathing pretty hard at this point and then she leaned forward and
kissed each nipple, and then licked and sucked on each one. Oh crap, I
was so turned on now that I was moaning a little and I could feel a warm
liquid trickling out into my thong. Finally, when I was about to collapse
on the floor, Mom stopped fondling my breasts, stepped back a little and
said, "Well, I think they're beautiful, and I think you should be proud
of them. So now let's measure you and see what your size is." With that
she got a tape measure and made several measurements over, on and under
my breasts, pulled out a women's clothing catalog, checked a table and
said, "36C - you need a size 36 bra with a C-cup. Let's go to the store
and see what we can find."
At that point I'm thinking, "Like, OK Mom, whatever you want, I'm like,
uh, on autopilot now." So I pulled my sports bra back up, pulled my
sweatshirt on and Mom and I went to the mall where she had be select four
or five different bras in different colors and styles in the Young Ladies
Department. Then we went to the Swimwear Department and under her
guidance I picked out several bikinis to wear by the pool. That task
accomplished, she took me to a nearby restaurant and bought me lunch
while we chatted about everything BUT breasts and bras and nipple rings.
The only problem was that when I got home and tried on the bras and
bikinis - and let me tell you that putting a bra on for the first time is
a real experience - I found that they didn't do what I thought they were
going to do. Oh, they covered me up all right. And they supported my
breasts so they didn't bounce around as much. But I had thought the
bikini top and bras would kind of, well, you know, make my breasts look,
well, smaller, and cover them up like the sports bra did. But the bras
that Mom had picked out kind of lifted my breasts up and made them stick
out more, and you could see my breasts swelling out over the tops of the
bra's cups, and I had, like, a good three inches or so of cleavage
showing over the top of the bra's cups. Man, talk about emphasizing the
size of my chest! I was like, well, the sports bras are OK but I'm not
sure about these new bras. So I put them away in my dresser while I
thought about whether I really wanted to wear them or not. After a hot
spell of a couple of days I did start wearing the bikini so that I could
use the pool, but that was in our back yard where almost nobody ever
comes. But I had to admit that it was kind of a turn-on to be lying by
the pool and applying sunscreen lotion, and enjoy the feeling as I rubbed
the greasy lotion into the smooth soft flesh that bulged out over my
bikini top.
My jogging has paid off. My endurance has improved to the point where I
can do ten miles in the morning and another ten miles in the afternoon.
I've also been trying to lose some of the weight that I gained at school
- by eating healthier meals - more veggies and fruits and less snack
foods.
Unfortunately, I've lost some weight where I didn't want to - in my
crotch. My dick and balls have continued to shrink. I guess I really
don't have balls anymore - at least I can't feel them - there's just a
wrinkled patch of skin where they used to be. And my dick? Well it's
about the size of the first joint on my index finger. I was playing with
it in the shower the other day and I couldn't even get it hard anymore.
But the biggest problem? It's hard to take a piss now. Well, I don't mean
that I can't take a piss - I can - it's just harder to direct the stream.
With the small size of my dick it's hard to hold it and direct the
stream, and I kept getting piss all over my hand, or my dick might slip
out of my fingers and spray on the floor, the wall, or my clothing. So
whenever I have to piss now, I don't try to do it standing up, I just
squat down on the toilet and "let fly."
I was surprised to get a phone call from Aaron today. He's also going to
the nearby state college in the fall and is looking for a roommate. He
said that the Registrar's Office gave him a list of students who haven't
registered for on-campus housing yet, and he saw my name, and he was
wondering whether I'd like to room with him. I thanked him for the offer
but told him that I was planning on living at home.
Mom to the rescue - I was trying on some of my newer clothes the other
day and I found a yellow blouse that went really well with a pair of
skimpy (and tight) tan shorts - at least until I backed away from the
mirror so that I could see my whole body. I couldn't put my finger on it
but something just didn't look right. Just about that time Mom walked
past the door to my bedroom, saw me scowling at the mirror and asked what
was wrong. "There's something wrong with this outfit but I can't figure
out what it is," I answered.
She just looked at me for several seconds and then said, "Shoes."
"Shoes?" I asked, looking down that the white sandals I was wearing.
"This is my best pair of sandals."
"Yes, but with those low heels they aren't dressy enough to go with the
blouse and shorts - you need something a little fancier. Come on, I'll
take you to the store and show you what I mean," she responded.
So we went to the Victoria's Secret store in the mall and she picked out
three pairs of dress sandals for me - one red, one white and one black. I
had to admit that they did look a lot dressier than the low heeled
sandals that I had been wearing. I also had to admit that they, well,
that they had, like, these 4" stiletto heels. I tried on the red pair and
I really, really, really liked the way they looked on me - but I also
really, really, really could not walk in them. I managed one step and
then would have fallen over if the salesman hadn't grabbed me around the
waist to steady me. Actually, he was kind of a "hunk" so I wasn't in any
rush to get out of his arms. So anyway, Mom paid for the shoes and when
we got home I immediately put on a pair and practiced walking in them.
After about thirty minutes I had gotten to the point where I could get
around - even though I was part walking and part staggering. But man - I
couldn't believe how sexy I looked in them! I mean, they made my legs
look longer and I had to swish my hips more when I walked. I never wanted
to take them off! But after another forty-five minutes or so my feet were
beginning to kill me so I reluctantly removed them.
"Oh Mom," I begged, "I've got to wear these to the mall tomorrow."
"Well, OK," she answered, bBut only if you're careful - you don't need a
sprained ankle."
Boy was that fun to walk around the mall the next day and see how the
guys stared at me......
I know that she's just trying to "help," but I wish she wouldn't be so
helpful. Mom's been going through my clothes and discarding those that
she thinks are worn out, the wrong size, torn or stained - you get the
idea. And when she discards something, she replaces it. Now that wouldn't
be bad in and of itself but I'm not too wild about some of the
replacements that she has been buying. Her latest attack was on my
sleepwear. I have to admit that some of my old robes and PJs were pretty
decrepit. When I was at school I hadn't been wearing them - usually just
sleeping in my shorts, or later on in a thong, or just in the nude - but
now that I'm back living at home with my folks I wanted to cover up a
little more so I had started wearing my old sleepwear again and Mom saw
what bad shape it was in. So a couple of days ago when I went to get
ready for bed I found that I had new sleepwear.
When I reached into my dresser to grab a pair of PJs, all my hand
encountered were a couple of light frilly things. I pulled one out,
looked at the tag that said it was a "Sheer Mesh Flyaway Babydoll" from
Victoria's Secret, and as I examined it further, realized that it
consisted of just a white lace bikini bottom and a white lace top. When I
tried it on I was amazed, or maybe aghast is a better word, at how I
looked. The bikini bottom wasn't too bad but the lace top was very low
cut and tight fitting and really only covered up the very bottoms of my
breasts, leaving two large mounds of flesh to swell out over the top.
Even worse, as I moved around, everything "up there" swayed and wiggled -
like, man, super revealing. But I didn't have any other sleepwear, and I
didn't want to sleep in my jeans, so I wore it to bed.
I was really embarrassed when I wore it down to breakfast the next
morning. Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table, watching the
morning news on the TV, and I just stopped in the doorway, blushing like
mad, and tried to get up the courage to walk into the kitchen. Well, it
wasn't only the babydoll nightie, but I had put on my black sandals with
the stiletto heels when I got up that morning and the way I walked in
them just really emphasized the way my breasts and hips gyrated with
every step. Guess Mom must have seen me because she said: "Are you going
to join us for breakfast dear?" Blushing even more I walked over to the
table and sat down with about three-quarters of my tits exposed and my
Dad just staring at my chest in amazement. Not a good start to the day!
Actually, after that first period of embarrassment, I got used to wearing
the skimpy sleepwear and even got to like the way it felt on me and the
way I looked in it - kind of - maybe.
(End of Part 5 - to be continued)
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