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(End of Part 4 - to be continued)
Danny's Cleavage - part 5 of 6
In which Danny outgrows his AA-cup bra, his underwear is replaced by
girl's panties, his breasts are revealed at school, additional girl's
clothing is added to his wardrobe, he continues dating Cindy and spends
less time with Wil, he enjoys playing with his breasts and is kicked out
of gym class.
Cindy Haworth and I continued to date through the rest of our sophomore
year. There were a couple of times when we went to the movies that I'd
put my arm around her shoulders and let my hand hang down and brush
gently against one of her breasts. But I could never get any farther
than that. Oh well, at least I can look, and daydream about her when I'm
playing with myself in bed.
By the end of my sophomore year I could still fit into an AA-cup bra -
but just barely - and there was a little flesh that bulged out around
the sides of the bra's cups. Actually, as I admired myself in the mirror
I thought that looked kinda neat. When I examined myself without a bra,
the changes in my nipples and the area near them was apparent. No longer
"cones", they were a little more rounded and rode a little lower on my
chest. I wasn't sure how I felt about this development. Like, man, it
was sure fun to play with them, and to rub the "ointment" on them and
enjoy the sensations. But, like, I'm a guy, not a girl, and guys don't
have things like that on their chest. For a couple of weeks I knocked
off playing with them, and didn't use any more of the ointment - either
on my chest at night or in my bras. But it was so boring, and just, so
not fun, just to lie there in bed trying to get to sleep, and realizing
that I had these things on my chest that were so much fun to play with,
and be forced to masturbate only by playing with my dick - which was fun
- but not as much fun as when I could play with both it and my chest. So
anyway, one night after tossing and turning for an hour or so I thought:
"Oh fuck. One more time won't hurt." So I jumped out of bed, grabbed the
tube of ointment and went "at it", if you know what I mean. After that
it was, well, just one more night won't make any difference, and then
pretty soon I was back to playing with my chest again every night. And
since I was using the ointment at night, I started using it in my bras
again in the morning.
By the time the school year ended, I had to give up my AA-cup bras -
they didn't fit me anymore. Like, I could get them on but they only
partially covered up my mounds and the soft white flesh was bulging out
from under the cups. So Mom bought me some bras in the next larger size
- an A-cup.
One mid-summer day I got up to get dressed and found that - all my
underwear was missing from my dresser drawer! Well, it wasn't exactly
that it was gone; all my Jockey shorts had been replaced with GIRL'S
PANTIES! Man, this freaked me out. Why had Mom done this? I grabbed a
pair of yellow panties and ran downstairs to the kitchen where she was
drinking coffee. Waiving the panties in the air I yelled something like:
"Where are my Jockey shorts? And what the fuck am I supposed to do with
these?" Mom looked at me for a second and then smiled and laughed. I
realized that I was standing in front of my Mom in the kitchen,
completely naked, with my chest bouncing up and down, and with this huge
erection. Oh man, I was so embarrassed. I quickly turned around so that
I wasn't exposed to Mom, pulled the panties on to cover up my erection
as best as I could, and started to leave the kitchen. All of a sudden I
realized how silly the whole scene was and pretty soon I was laughing
along with Mom.
Mom confided in me that she had run into Wil's mother at the grocery
store and they had started chatting, and Wil's mother had told Mom how
Wil was wearing girl's underwear all the time these days. And that had
started Mom thinking about the bras that I was now wearing and how she
wondered whether I'd prefer wearing girl's panties. She suggested that I
wear them for a week and if at the end of that time I didn't like them,
that she would replace them with boy's underwear. I reluctantly agreed.
But actually, after a couple of days, it just seemed more natural to be
wearing panties instead of boy's shorts. And I had to admit that it
looked better to be wearing tan panties with a tan bra, than white boy's
Jockey shorts with a tan bra. So while I was a little shocked at first
it all worked out for the best.
Wil was over at my house several weeks later and we were up in my room
playing video games. At one point he turned to me and said: "So, I guess
our Moms were talking at the store the other day." "Yeah", I said, "So
your Mom told my Mom that you buy all your own clothing, and now my Mom
thinks that I should do the same? Thanks a lot buddy."
"Jesus, Danny", he said, "What's so bad about having to buy your own
clothing? Plus I like browsing through the girl's sections in the stores
and checking out the styles and it gives me the freedom to buy whatever
I want - like panties."
"Oh yeah?" I came back, "Look what my Mom bought for me", and I pulled
down my jeans a little to reveal the top of the pink panties I had put
on that morning. Man, Wil's eyes opened wide as he saw them and he
asked: "And your Mom is OK with you wearing them?" "Yeah, sure, well, it
was kind of like her idea anyway", I said. Wil just shook his head and
mumbled some comment about wishing he could trade Moms. I just ignored
him and turned my attention to the video game.
By the end of the summer I had to give up something else - my A-cup bras
no longer fit me anymore. B-cup bras now fit me comfortably, and I
noticed that my breasts now appeared fuller and rode a little lower on
my chest. Sometimes when I was in the shower I'd bounce up and down a
little and enjoy the sight of my breasts swinging back and forth just a
little and bouncing up and down. And yes, I was now thinking of them as
my "breasts", not my "cones" or "chest" or "mounds." I guess that I had
gradually come to the realization that what I had admired so much on
girls - I was now sporting a set of. It kind of freaked me out to admit
that I had a pair of breasts - but they were so beautiful, and I did
really enjoy applying the ointment to them and playing with them as I
masturbated. And it wasn't like I had developed them overnight or
anything, because the changes had happened slowly over two years so the
other kids really had time to adjust to the changes in my body.
Well, I have to admit that there was one time when the other kids really
did notice me. I did cause a minor sensation the first time I undressed
in front of the other boys in gym in my junior year of school. I'd been
spending a lot of time out by the pool in our backyard, soaking up the
sun, and I'd developed a pretty good tan - except where the top and
bottom of my bikini had covered me up. So there I am in the showers,
with this great tan which really emphasized my two white breasts, and I
can see the other guys staring at me. So I figured that I might as well
give them a real show, and I took my time soaping up my breasts and
rubbing them and turning around to give everyone a good view, and even
bouncing lightly on my toes to make them jiggle, my breasts silly, not
my toes. Like, almost every guy in the showers was trying to use his
washcloth to cover up his erection - man, that was so funny - well, all
except Wil, who was over by himself in the darkest corner of the shower
room and it looked like he was jerking off as he looked at me.
Something pretty funny happened at school last week. Wil and I were
eating lunch in the Cafeteria, just the two of us at a table, and this
other guy came over and asked if he could sit down - we said "sure." I
think he had just transferred from some other school as I only
remembered seeing him around for the past two days or so, and sure
enough, after he sat down we introduced ourselves and he said that he'd
transferred from Central Tech just that week. So the three of us are
talking and I noticed that Eric, that was his name, was talking to me
more than he was talking to Wil. And Eric's asking me what my hobbies
are, and my favorite music, and what I do in my spare time, and what
movies I've gone to that I really liked. Now something funny was going
on here that I didn't understand because I'm looking over at Wil and
he's got this funny smile on his face and he's rolling his eyes as Eric
and I are talking. Finally the five-minute warning bell rang and as we
got up to go back to class, Eric looks at me and says: "Well, it's kind
of hard to make friends at a new school, and thanks for talking to me",
and then after a short pause, "And maybe if you'd like to, we could go
to a movie sometime?" I was, like: "OK, yeah, sure, give me a call
sometime."
So, Wil and I are walking to class and Wil's looking at me and giggling
a little so finally I asked him what was so funny. He laughed out loud
and then said: "Man, don't you know what just happened? That guy thinks
that you're a girl and he just asked you out on a date." I was, like:
"Man, you are so fucking wrong", but then I started thinking back to how
Eric and I had been talking, and realized that he had been talking to me
just the way I would have been talking to a girl I was trying to
introduce myself to.
"But why . . . . . how . . . . . he couldn't . . . . . oh shit", I just
stammered, and I could feel my face getting really hot so I must have
been blushing like mad. "Go on to class", I said to Wil, "I've got to
take a leak", as I ran into a nearby Boy's Room. I found an empty stall,
shut the door, and just sat there for a minute or two till I had calmed
down. I really did have to take a leak then, so I did that, and then as
I was washing off my hands, took a good look at myself in the mirror
over the sink. Well, yeah, my hair was way overdue for a haircut, so it
did look kind of long, and I had tried parting it a little differently
recently so it did sort of frame my face. And yeah, I was wearing a pair
of tan chinos and a yellow blouse that Mom had recently bought for me as
a surprise present. And yeah, you could see my breasts through the
fabric of my blouse. And, well, yeah, the top several buttons of the
blouse were unbuttoned and you could see my pearl necklaces and a little
cleavage in the V-opening of the blouse.
But still Eric should have known that I'm a guy, not a girl. Oh well, he
probably needs glasses, or something. As I left the Boy's Room and
rushed to class I was trying to figure out how I could explain to Eric
that I'm a guy. But the next day I realized that the problem was solved
as I came up to Eric in the hallway and he just got this funny look on
his face and turned and walked away from me. Guess some of the other
kids must have set him straight.
Just to be on the safe side, though, I stopped by the barber shop that
afternoon and got my hair cut in a shorter boy's style.
With my breasts now at least a B-cup, there was no way I could hide them
under my clothing. Now I didn't flaunt them or anything but even when I
wore a loosely-cut top it was evident that I had something on my chest.
When Cindy and I were watching TV at her house the other night, I was
sneaking sideways looks at her breasts, and then down at mine, and it
looks as though we're about the same size now.
I've been spending more time with Cindy these days and less time with
Wil. It's not like Wil and I had a fight or argument or anything like
that, we're still friends but we've drifted apart a little. At school
I'll see Wil spending more time hanging around with Gregg and Mark.
Around Thanksgiving, Mom bought me some really skimpy panties to wear -
actually, they were called "thongs." The first time I put one on it felt
really weird to have that strap running up between the cheeks of my ass,
but after awhile I got to like wearing them as it was kind of a turn on
to feel my ass rubbing against the inside of my jeans as I walked
around. When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised to see how the
thong made my butt look bigger and the guys in the locker room kept
whistling at me and pretending to grab and rub my ass as I walked past
them, but I figured that having to put up with a little "grab ass" was a
small price to pay for how good it felt to wear a thong.
For Christmas that year Mom gave me a bunch of new clothes. We'll, I'd
needed new clothes for some time as a C-cup was the smallest bra size
that I could comfortably wear now, and my old clothes just didn't fit
that well. But the styles that she bought - well, they were all girl's
clothes! The jeans and dark slacks weren't too bad, but some of the
blouses and turtle-necks and knit tops - well they didn't leave a lot to
the imagination. A couple of the knit tops were tight enough that my
breasts were very noticeable, especially when I wore the lighter colors
such as yellow and pink. And it looked like a couple of the top buttons
on the blouses had been removed (or were never there to begin with), so
even when I buttoned up the remaining buttons, there was still a large
"V" at the top and you could see an inch or two of my cleavage. But over
the Christmas holidays, I tried out my new clothes and gradually got
used to wearing them and even got to the point where I liked the way
that they showed off my new figure.
I was sitting in one of the stalls in the Boy's Room at school one day,
taking care of my "business" and for want of anything better to do was
checking out the graffiti on the walls. A lot of it was the usual stupid
stuff that you'll see, like this really juvenile poetry: "He who writes
on bathroom walls, Rolls his shit in little balls, And he who reads
these words of wit, Eats those little balls of shit." And there were
comments about the teachers: "Huber eats it raw", well, nobody liked the
Chemistry teacher. And observations about other students: "Marlene is a
skag!" And lately I'd noticed: "Call 656-0510 for a blowjob" in several
different places. The funny thing about that one was that the phone
number sounded vaguely familiar to me - but I just couldn't place it.
I was in the shower this morning and as usual, was playing with my
breasts. I'd soap them up so they'd get nice and slippery and then while
one hand was fondling my breasts I'd masturbate with the other one.
Afterward I'd play with my breasts a little before getting out of the
shower. I was noticing how much larger and heavier they had become
lately. As I moved around their weight on my chest was very noticeable,
and I could pick them up with my hands and lift them all the way up to
my mouth to suck on my nipples. I'd also noticed that when my breasts
were smaller, my nipples were these puffy pink things that stuck out a
half inch or so, while now my nipples are these large brown areas, maybe
two inches across, near the bottom of my breasts. They're so beautiful -
I'm going to smear on twice the amount of ointment tonight!
I was lying in bed the other night and decided to suck on my nipples
instead of playing with them and rubbing them with my fingers. Wow, as I
licked and sucked on them that felt really great. I wonder whether that
was why Mom had let me breast feed for so long - because it felt so good
to her?
Got kicked out of gym class right after Christmas vacation -
permanently. The school wouldn't say much other than they felt it would
not be "appropriate" for me to continue taking the class. To tell the
truth it didn't bother me as I was getting tired of some of the guys
trying to play "grab-ass" and "grab-a-tit" in the showers.
(End of Part 5 - to be continued)
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