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Unexpected Mommy - Part 1 By Trish5160 My name is Alex. I'm 14 and out of three boys born in my family, I was the youngest and like the runt in a litter of kitties. I am either blessed or cursed with gynecomastia, depending on your perspective. Gynecomastia is unexplained breast development in guys. No one really knows why this condition exists or what triggers it. There are a lot of theories, one being an imbalance of hormones at birth. A boy like me who's body has produced more estrogen than normal. That is the doctor's theory anyways. Out of us three boys, I was the only one with this condition. It's made me shy, ashamed and embarrassed thru all my formidable years. I had required swimming classes in school. Swimming was always embarrassing for me. One time while a bunch of us boys stood around to get into the pool, another boy in my class just turned to me with a concerned look and told me I needed a bra! After that, I always tried to wear a shirt while swimming. I also hated playing basketball. I somehow always ended up on the "skins" team, forced to remove my shirt and get stared at. When I ran up and down the court, my boy boobs just bounced out of control. I attempted to fold my arms in front of me as best I could to try to cover up. It all just horrified me. Mrs. Cynthia Stone was about 24 and lived next door and was a single mother of two. She was a supervising shift nurse at the local hospital. I don't know what happened to her husband. I just know she was always our neighbor and we all got along with her fine. She was a professional and involved a lot in her church. I would only see her when I was playing outside and she was hanging her laundry out on the clothes line. We had her over for supper once or twice, but that was basically it. She was a slender and attractive woman with a figure to die for. She had long brunette hair and always had it either in a pony tail or a braid with a bow. She was smart, level headed and confident. She was under a pinch one day and invited me to baby sit her little boys one night so she could attend an emergency at the hospital where she worked. I looked forward to taking care of her two little boys. They were so much fun to be around. Children were innocent and accepted everyone, no matter who you were. When I arrived that evening, Mrs. Stone gave me the typical run down on emergency phone numbers, where the snacks were and the baby's formula instructing me on how much for each bottle and how warm the water should be in which to mix it. When Mrs. Stone finally left and I saw her drive away, I checked in on her baby and toddler. They were occupied with cartoons on TV. Seizing my opportunity, I ran upstairs to her room. I had my plans laid out for the evening and couldn't wait to live it. My heart was racing a mile a minute as I approached her bedroom door. It was a good thing I shaved my legs and underarms earlier in the day. I never trembled quite so much before as I walked in to a beautiful bedroom all decorated tastefully with an obvious woman's touch. The curtains were lace draping from the valance to the floor. They were gathered at each side of the window with burgundy, pink and white ribbons. The bedspread matched with the same mix of colors featuring roses as the dominant motif. The room smelled of roses. I noticed a very feminine air freshener on one of the night stands with some perfume bottles. That must be her side of the bed I thought. I approached the dresser closest to her side and noticed pictures of her family. She had pictures of her family. Sisters, I thought. No wedding pictures at all. Maybe she was never married. She also had a couple of pictures of her babies. Mrs. Stone's babies were as cute as could be. All the pictures were organized and sitting neatly on a large, white, lace doily. I savored the excitement of what was to come next. Only hesitating for a minute, dreaming of what would be in the top drawer. Like an excited kid on Christmas morning, I opened the top drawer, knowing that the top drawer of any woman's dresser was her lingerie drawer. This was the place where she held all her secrets. This was the place no normal male would even dare to tread. It was forbidden. My eyes widened as I slowly inched the top drawer open. What I found was breathtaking. The scent of flowers rose to my nose and it must have lifted me off the floor for a moment as I deeply took in the pretty scent. Ever since I was a little boy, I have always dreamed of being a girl and everyday wearing pretty lingerie like what was displayed before me. Every dream that I ever had was in one place, right in front of me. A small treasure of the prettiest bras and panties that you could ever imagine! They were bra and panty sets which made me believe that she only wore undies that matched. I reached into the drawer to touch the lace and feel the satiny fabrics. The bras were different styles, different colors. White, yellow, pink, blush... Her lingerie was made by the leading experts in woman's foundations. I knew their names well. Rigby & Peller, Vanity Fair, Aubade, After Eden, and Lilly of France. They had incredibly feminine lace, all with satin cups with either a pretty bow or flower in the center. They were all back hook style with detailed adjustable straps in the back. The tags revealed Mrs. Stone was a 36B cup. I was a budding 36A. I held each one up in front of me by the straps paying careful attention to the details of each one. I admired their stitching and their overall construction. I was suddenly reminded that as a young boy, when I always dreamed of wearing such garments and looking at myself in a mirror and other people noticing the straps and hooks under my t-shirts. I used to wish I HAD to wear a bra every day. I held each one against my chest looking down, wishing with a craving too compelling to describe, and wishing I could fill these cups with bigger boobs than I naturally had. I had wished my boy boobs would have grown bigger thru the years. I had measured myself many times before and knew I was an A cup at best. The panties were no less classy and feminine. Each matched with a bra. Each had lace around the legs and a bow at the center of the waist band. The fabrics were too pretty to describe. Each felt stretchy, silky, soft, light weight. Just the most beautiful high quality panties money could buy. I chose a Vanity Fair smooth, soft cup, slightly padded bra with matching panty set in the brightest whitest white. The bra had lace sides and back support, satiny smooth cups with swirling lace with a pretty bow sewn in the center and twin spaghetti straps at each shoulder. It's the bra every woman craved to be wearing. It certainly was my favorite! I quickly stripped off my boy clothes. The anticipation of what was to come was beyond controllable. I chose the fanciest bra. I slowly slipped my arms thru the bra straps and easily hooked it in back. I was an expert with lots of practice! I made some small adjustments so the bra felt comfy. I had learned that a good fitting bra is a bra you don't realize you were wearing. I disagree. I definitely wanted to feel the bra on me and took it as a reminder of my hidden femininity. The bra fit well. Like a nice hug. The matching panty was no less exciting. It too fit perfectly hugging my bottom and hips. I loved the pretty bow appliqu? located just under my tummy button! At the hip, a white butterfly was sewn in for added girlishness. What a thrill to wear! Girls were so lucky to dress in such nice things everyday! I looked in a full length mirror that was in the corner of the room. I took some extra time to admire my new form. It looked like I had boobs as I ran my hands over my satin bottom, turning around and looking at myself from every possible angle. From every view, I looked perfect. I looked like a teen girl in her undies admiring her young slender figure. I remembered I had a lifelong desire to be a lingerie model in women's magazines. I opened and looked in the second drawer of her dresser and pleasantly discovered garters, girdles and assorted hosiery. All were neatly folded. I definitely wanted to wear stockings tonight. I found some white stockings with lace tops. They looked like wedding stockings. The lace at the top was extravagant and very detailed with lacy hearts. They felt soft and silky to my touch and light as air. I sat on the edge of the bed and rolled one into a donut and slipped it slowly over my toes, around my heel and slowly up my leg, over my calf and finally over my thigh, pulling tightly to the upper most part of my leg, being careful not to put a run in them. Then I did the other leg. Looking further into her closet, she had assorted shoes neatly assembled in a row. Different shoes for each possible occasion. I focused in on a pair of white open toe strappy heels. The toe of the shoes had a bow appliqu? that looked perfectly dainty on tips of my feet. I loved looking down at my nylon encased toes in the heels. It looked and felt sooo sexy too. I stood up and sashayed around the room using my best feminine walk. The heels, did not allow me to walk like a clumsy boy, but as a seasoned model on the runway. The stockings making a hushed swishing sound between my thighs as I walked. It felt so free to be dressed this way. So natural, and so.... me. I opened her closet and found a nice satiny pink robe with flower embroidery on the bust. It had ? sleeves with lace on the cuffs. I wrapped it around myself and it made me feel a little less vulnerable. It gracefully flowed around me as I walked to her vanity table. The feeling of the silk of the robe against my legs and seeing how my boy boobs jiggled in my bra was beyond a dream. My bra was pushing out the front of my robe, giving me a very convincing bust line. I was proud of myself! I had gone this far and it made sense to wear a little make up, after all...a girl always wants to look her prettiest! I sat down at her vanity, crossing my legs and sitting up in a girly manner, turning on her makeup mirror to assess what I had to work with. With expert hands, I applied foundation. Carefully spreading it around, working it into my skin so it hid my blemishes. I tweezed my eyebrows a little, but not too much, just enough to get a little of that arch effect that so many beautiful models have today. Next I used eye liner, just a little to set off my eyes a bit. Then some creamy eye shadow. I chose a light pink with a whisp of darker pink to the outside of my eyes. It gave me a mysterious sexy look. Then my favorite part... I applied my mascara. Thick, dark, long lashes! Was I born with it or was it Maybelline? *giggle* Finally using some blusher on my cheeks to make them look nice and bright. And to complete my look, I was able to find some glossy light pink lipstick matching the robe I was wearing. I brushed my long blonde locks and pulled my hair back on one side and added a lovely butterfly barrette to hold it in place. I found Mrs. Stone's jewelry box and was lucky to find a pearl necklace and bracelet set to wear. My reflection in the mirror screamed F-E-M-A-L-E!! In capital letters! I looked so good, no one would ever recognize me as the pathetic boy I was. At last I was ready to make my grand entrance to the toddler and baby down stairs. I was a little nervous, but not much as I knew they would accept me no matter what ... I carefully descended down the stairs like a perfect princess and when the toddler first saw me he screamed... mommy! What a compliment! I decided right then and there to pretend to be their mommy for the night. I doted on both children the rest of the evening, treating them with the gentleness and love that only a mother could give, as if they were my very own. I played with the toddler a bit and gave him a snack. After some time I changed his diaper and put him to bed. I needed to feed the baby too before putting him down and then an idea suddenly popped into my head! Then it hit me... I thought about trying to breast feed the baby myself..... Could I do it? Would it work? My excitement grew. I sat down and thought about how I would do this. I went to the kitchen and retrieved a saucer of cream I had found in the fridge. After warming it up a little in the microwave, I placed it on the table next to the rocking chair in their living room where I would be sitting. I went to the baby and picked him up and held him in my arms careful not to drop him. I went back and took my seat in the rocker and snuggled him close to my breast. We looked into each other's eyes and he smiled at me and I smiled back. "Hey there little fella. You're so cute. Are you hungry?" I softly asked. With that, I opened my robe with my free hand and exposed by bra cup. I lifted the bra up over my breasts to expose my A cup boy boobs to the evening air. I looked at my breasts. It wasn't shaped quite like girls breasts, but they did stick out enough for the job at hand. His lips were very close to me now. He was looking right at my little nipple. He knew he was going to be fed, I knew it too. He had a look of excitement and anticipation on his face, as I did too. I dabbed my finger tip in the warm saucer of cream and put a few drops on his lips. I then did the same dropping a few drops on my nipple. Then, holding him closer, I guided his lips to my breast. His lips touched my waiting nipple. He opened his mouth and latched on! OMG!! I was instantly shooting toward heaven! Talk about a giant sucking sound! This little fella was hungry! I thought this must be what it feels like to have an out of control vacuum hose attached to me. He wasn't getting any nourishment from me which made him suck harder. It felt weird and good at the same time. I mean the feeling of having a baby human in your arms sucking on your tit is pure heaven. I could feel an outward pressure on my nipple. After 10 minutes or so, I pulled him off and noticed my nipple was sticking out further than it ever has and was irritated and reddened. He was mad at me for pulling that stunt. Obviously, you don't pull a feeding baby away from your breast until he's done or there'll be hell to pay! I let him latch on the same breast again and he just would not let go after that. I sat there rocking back and forth for about 15 more minutes, putting up with the sweet dull ache my breast was feeling at the moment. I sung hushed lullabies to him and gently stroked his little cheeks. After he settled down sucking to a nice rhythm, I moved him quickly over to my other breast and he continued suckling with the same pressure and excitement as before. What a hungry boy! He finally became drowsy and eventually fell asleep. Thank God! My boy boobs were sore! But I felt so much like a mommy!! I felt close to him, at ease and content. I pulled him away and straightened my bra and then carried him upstairs to his crib and laid him down. I watched him sleep as what just occurred flashed thru my mind. How could God have been so cruel to me to have made me a boy? I wanted so much to be the girl inside that I knew I was. A girl, a woman, a wife, and a mommy. It would have been a happier more fulfilling life for me. I left his room for the bathroom and like any girl would, sat down to go potty. I wiped myself clean and as I stood in front of the mirror brushing my hair, I noticed two wet spots on my robe. What? I opened my robe and saw that my bra cups had each a damp spot on the outside and wetter on the inside where my breast was. I didn't panic until I saw something white on my nipples. I just thought it was residual cream from the breastfeeding a few minutes ago. I wiped my sore nipples with a tissue but more came out. What?! Was I leaking?? I kept wiping my nipple and fluid kept dripping out. I removed my robe and took off my bra and stood in front of the mirror and saw my breasts were a little bigger than earlier in the evening. They were leaking milky white fluid. I couldn't get it to stop leaking! I kept wiping, but it kept leaking drops of this white fluid. OMG!! I looked down at the bra and the cups where my boy boobs had been were wet and stained with this strange fluid! I looked in the mirror again and noticed my breasts were puffy and looked swollen. More swollen than a few minutes ago. I saw light blue veins under my skin going from my chest wall thru each boob to my nipples. They definitely looked different in shape than before! I touched my left breast and it felt funny. I cupped them from underneath and they felt heavier somehow. I squeezed them slightly and this white fluid shot straight out at the mirror in front of me, and continued to drip... What the fuck was going on? Oh God, I was scared!! I covered myself up with the robe and ran to the master bedroom where I got dressed earlier. What was even more unusual was I never before had to hold my breasts to minimize their bouncing while running anywhere! I looked in Mrs. Stone's full mirror again thinking this couldn't be happening but there were growing wet spots on the robe where my breasts were. Oh shit Mrs. Stone is going to kill me! How would I explain this?! It was getting late....8:30 pm I was going to call someone, but who in the heck would believe my predicament, let alone the fact that I had just breast fed a baby? I could go to jail or a mental institution for certain! They would put me away forever! I calmed myself down, went to the den and logged on Mrs. Stone's PC and looked up WebMD for an answer. What I discovered was shocking. So much so, that I about fell on the floor and fainted. I read that when a woman breast feeds for the first time, estrogen hormone levels increase substantially, allowing for accelerated breast growth and prolonged milk production. This same phenomenon can also occur in males. Accelerated? Prolonged? Ohhh shit. I'm not a woman! How could this happen? In males, estrogen is almost non-existent. However, when the male brain is trained over a long period of time it will chemically shift into a woman's and ignite specific female receptors that are stagnant in the male brain, effectively waking up his femaleness forcing his body to re- develop. This causes his brain to produce more potent estrogen that will overtake his testosterone. He will experience a second puberty, puberty of a normal female." There I sat. Shocked and lost. What am I going to do? I now had female looking breasts producing milk and growing... WebMD went further "...In a male, once these dormant female receptors are awakened to full strength, there is a strong chemical shift in the brain and little one can do to reverse the process. One will develop some sex characteristics as a female which may include but not be limited to breast development and even lactation. WebMD recommends not interfering with this natural process." Dormant female receptors are awakened...may include but not be limited to...? Ohh fuck! I just sat there reading this over and over while holding wads of tissues over my breasts to soak up my milk. There was a link from that WebMD page to a breastfeeding site where I looked to see what I could do about my leaking milk. Maybe there was something I could do. Maybe there was hope? The breastfeeding site basically offered 3 suggestions for my problem: 1) Continue breastfeeding your baby to alleviate your milk production. 2) Express your milk by using a breast pump and saving your milk. 3) Wear a good supporting bra with nursing pads to absorb the excess milk to prevent 'spotting' That's it? Those are my options? I sat there at the computer looking down at my chest and seeing my boy boobs leaking what WebMD says is milk. My boobs were taking on a new girlie shape, becoming more fuller and pert. I was thinking about all those times growing up wishing to be female. All those times looking at girlie magazines, wishing I was one of them. All those times lying awake at night playing with myself and fantasizing I was a girl during sex. All those times praying to God to change me. All those times I cried myself to sleep. And even tonight while dressing up, putting on makeup and pretending to be a mommy, I was waking up these dormant female receptors in my brain more and more. All these years, every time I had a single thought or an action, I was setting myself up for this. The breast feeding tonight must have just pushed my brain over the edge, never to return to normal. I didn't know. I gotta stop my milk from leaking before Mrs. Stone came home! Had to sit and think this thru... I put back on that beautiful bra I was wearing and not so surprised that I filled out the cups all the way now. My left side was now a full B cup, just like Mrs. Stone! I was full of fresh milk. I folded several tissues up and placed them inside my bra cups, between the inner cup and my breast to absorb the milk that was dripping out. That was suggestion #3 from the breast feeding web site. I carefully went down stairs as to not bounce so much. I was feeling mentally worn out from all these unexpected changes happening to me... I walked over to the living room. I plopped down on the couch just for a minute to collect my thoughts. I knew I had to get upstairs and change before Mrs. Stone returned. But my body had become so tired. I didn't know it, but all those dormant female receptors regenerating in my brain were moving all over inside my body. I was tired from all the internal changes that I didn't realize was happening. My body was slowly surrendering to the more potent female hormones being produced within me. I was thinking about how I looked and what I had done tonight feeling both proud yet guilty. I looked down at my newly developing breasts astonished at their new shape. I had tits, boobies, tata's, twins, cleavage - a RACK!! I had a fucking RACK!!! Glancing past my new rack, I still admired my sexy legs in these beautiful stockings and heels. My toes looking so dainty poking out from the open toes. I looked as pretty as I felt, like a young woman thru and thru. But In spite of how I felt physically, I also felt I was in danger. I felt anxious and nervous. I was enjoying the culmination of all these intense feelings I almost forgot about how scared and vulnerable I felt deep down inside. I was a 14 year old skinny teenage boy. A boy who just played out his lifelong fantasy and got carried away... I was a boy, still with a little weenie between my legs. I was a boy, whose body was rebelling with a vengeance. My internal chemistry had changed and was STILL changing unbeknownst to me. I felt my eye lids getting heavier, I was feeling drowsy... I fought to keep my eyes open but sleep just overtook me... Still dressed as sissily as could be and still made up, I surrendered to my bodies desire to rejuvenate... As I dozed off...my last words were a softly spoken whisper from my pink shiny lips. " The male brain that is trained over a long period of time will chemically shift into a woman's..." I fell asleep on the couch. Unexpected Mommy - Part 2 By Trish5160 I was startled awake by a woman's shriek! "Alex! What in the hell is going on here?! What are you doing?! Are you in my clothes?! Oh my God, I don't believe this!!" For a split second, I forgot where I was... "Alex! Are you a fag, some kind of sissy or gay or something??" She giggled. I was quickly assessing my situation. I had fallen asleep on the couch and Mrs. Stone came home and found me!! OH SHIT! I quickly sat up, my hands visibly shaking from being unintentionally discovered. I tried to speak. "Uh..uh...ummmm" I didn't know how to explain... tears welled up in my eyes. My hands were shaking. I had butterflies in my stomach...all from fear. I stood up wobbling in Mrs. Stone's strappy heels. I stood with my arms frozen at my side. She came closer... as I feared the worst. Was she going to slap me? I just froze there like a female mannequin you'd find in a department store. She came right up to me as my tears began streaming down my cheeks. She got right up to me, making me uncomfortable. She looked me all over. She started at the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I wondered how I would explain my breast growth to her. I must have looked silly to her. I felt like I was under an intense microscope as she took her time looking me over. She looked at the way I had my hair pulled back on one side holding it in place with her butterfly barrette. She closely inspected my make-up and glanced with a smile at her pearl necklace around my neck. She un-did my (her) robe slipping it off my shoulders, letting it fall to a pile of satin at my feet. She broke the silence... 'Oh Jesus, Alex, you're wearing my finest bra and panty set??" She looked directly at my breasts. I let out a surprised gasp as she grabbed each one with both her hands to see if they were real... She gently squeezed my new cleavage. "They're firm, full and pert. Are these for real?" she asked me. "Yes, ma'am, I think so" I replied, voice breaking, trying to keep from breaking down in tears... She ran her fingers across the silken cups making my nipples hard and tingly. She felt the bra's satiny fabric where each of my nipples were and noticed they were damp... "Your tips are moist.. hmmm interesting" she observed... She went on inspecting the bra, running her fingers over the shoulder straps... "Turn around" I carefully turned around as she instructed, wobbly on my (her) heels. She inspected the back straps and putting a finger under the hooked clasp, she gently pulled at it a few times, gauging the bra's snugness of the hold it had on me. She tugged at each shoulder strap buy pulling it away from me and letting it snap back into place...snap! She giggled. It reminded me of one time in school, I saw a boy in my class had snapped a girl's bra strap while we were in the lunch line. I felt the same embarrassment that girl must have felt. "Jump up and down!" she commanded. "Excuse me ma'am." Puzzled, I wasn't sure I heard her right. "You heard me, jump up and down!" I daintily jumped in place. Not very high, barely letting my (her) heels come off the floor. Arms bent at the elbows and my hands away from my body just like a girl. She watched me carefully while I jumped about a dozen times. It was a new sensation feeling my supported breasts, filled with milk, bouncing on my chest. My (her) bra held me firmly in place. It had done the job it was designed and made to do. "Nice fit I think Alex...not too tight, not too loose. Your straps are nice and straight and adjusted properly. I would say it was a fit made for you. Only a girl, who wore a bra often, knows how to wear one like you do. I think this isn't your first time!" I blushed beet red. I still stood as still as I could, still turned away from her as she was still behind me. I could feel her eyes roaming over my ass now. I just knew she was looking at the way my (her) panty hugged my bottom. She had me turn back around and face her again. She knelt down and with both hands, gently running her hands up both of my legs, one at a time, smoothing out my (her) stockings. She began at my ankle as her hand glided all the way up to the tops of my thighs, and tugging at the lace thigh band holding them up to make sure they were snug and taught. "There, you should never allow wrinkles in your hose for any reason." "Yes ma'am" I meekly replied. "Raise your arms!" She told me. I held my arms in the air. "I see you shaved too. Put your arms down." She stepped back looking at me again from head to toe as if collecting her thoughts... I stood still as she calmly spoke. "Alex, I think the only thing I see wrong here in your presentation is that you didn't do your nails. However your make-up looks good, but you need a little help in that department. I can't explain why you have breasts, boys don't get those, but there is probably some sort of explanation for them. Frankly, I can't wait to find out. You're obviously lactating too. I can see that's pretty obvious by the wetness on your cups. I would say you're 'rack' is pretty well developed. Although I am not happy about you wearing my favorite bra, but I can see why you needed the support. I always knew you had that 'boy boob' problem, but I must say, you have surprisingly well developed girlie titties now. For a 14 year old boy, your figure is rather, well...cute and perky. Your tushie looks a bit filled out too, rounder and bigger." More tears ran down my cheeks. She continued... "Please sit down and tell me what the hell happened here tonight." She sat down in the rocker, and I sat on the edge of the couch. She just glared at me. I was mortified. Mrs. Stone thought I looked so much like a girl. She told me so. I looked so cute and that any boy would love to possess me she said. "Alex, if you're going to be a girl, then I would ask you sit like one" I crossed my legs and kept my feet together like I have seen other women always do. "Alex, a girl never hunches over. Sit up, let your hips hold you and hold your head and chin up. Be proud of who you are!" I did as she instructed. "Alex, a girl sits with her hands together, palms up in her lap" "Now Alex, you didn't look like this when you came over tonight to babysit my boys... can you explain what happed?" I went on to explain to her everything that happened. I basically poured my heart out to her. I told her all my deepest fantasies since a child. I told her every detail of what happened tonight, from putting on her clothes and how I felt, to nursing her baby and how I felt to the rapid unexplained growth of my breasts. I left out no detail. She nodded her head but showed no surprise, as if she had her poker face on and this was the game my lifetime. When I was through, I just bawled my eyes out. I maintained the girly posture she put me in. I didn't move a muscle. She handed me a tissue... "Alex, a girl doesn't want her mascara to run. Try wiping under your eyes so your mascara doesn't run all over your face and mess your make- up" I did as instructed, wiping carefully under my eyes so my mascara wouldn't run. I have seen other women on TV do it and I just copied their feminine movements. Then she let out a big sigh...Looked around the room and then back at me. "Well Alex, I don't approve of what you did tonight. You betrayed my trust, subjected my children to your masquerade, and nursed my baby for Christ's sake, which you should be arrested for! But having you thrown in juvenile detention with those 'knockers' would probably cause you more harm than necessary. Not to mention you quite possibly ruined my expensive bra. It's not a nursing bra Alex. I have those if you just would have snooped thru my things some more..." Sniffling, I said, "I'm sorry ma'am" "Sorry? You intended for this to happen. Alex, this was premeditated. You planned all this! Can you admit that?" "Yes ma'am. I did plan to wear your things. But I didn't plan on nursing your baby until a few hours ago. That just popped into my head. It seemed like a good idea at the time" "Alex just look at you! You did not know that the act of breast feeding a baby would make your breasts grow?" "No ma'am..." I said, looking down at these girlie mounds sticking out from my chest. "They're sooo sore. They feel like they are going to burst!" I said with much concern. "God damn it Alex! Do you realize the gravity of the situation you're in? You have boobs! As big as mine! Look!" She sat up and stuck her chest out proudly so we could compare. We looked at each other's breasts both agreeing they were the same size. I'm going to have difficulty with hiding these, I thought. "How are you going to explain your new tits to the rest of the world? To your family and friends? Did you think about that?" "Furthermore, how will you explain your producing milk? What will you do with your milk?" Still sniffling and wiping tears, I told her I didn't know what I was going to do... "Alex, your boobs are sore because they continue producing mother's milk. They are just doing what they're supposed to be doing. They think you had a baby and those hormones are doing this to you. Alex, I feel terrible that this happened to you. I wish there was something I could do." The cups of my (her) bra were getting soaked from my leaking. Our silence was broken by her baby waking up when he began crying. Mrs. Stone said, "I have an idea!" She got up from her seat and told me to sit back in the rocker. She ran upstairs to tend to her baby. It went quiet for several minutes. The babies crying had stopped. I was relaxed rocking back and forth when she appeared next to me with her baby in her arms all snuggled in a blanket. She looked at him and then me with a smile. She held her baby out to me and said "Go ahead, take him, he's hungry again. You've already fed him once, I don't think it matters at this point. Your mother's milk is way more healthier than formula anyways. Your milk is loaded with lots of nutrients and antibodies. Go ahead, its okay. Take him..." "I.. I don't know Mrs. Stone. I don't want to get into any more trouble or anything" She responded to my shyness and apprehension with more happy encouragement this time... "Alex, it's no problem, really. I am a nurse, and have taught many women about breast feeding and its benefits. I would, but my milk has dried up since I started feeding him with formula. This is the healthiest option at the moment. He's hungry and obviously, you need to nurse to express your milk to lessen the pressure you're feeling in your breasts. I know your bra cups are really tight now. This will help both of us. Please trust me." It was my bra now? I didn't understand her enthusiasm, but it was better than being chewed out and hauled away by the police. "Well, if you think it's for the best Mrs. Stone...I guess so..." I said timidly. "Alex, you're such a dear. And call me Cindy from now on. We girls can't be so formal with each other, especially since we're going to be girl friends and getting to know each other better." Did she say girl friends? Getting to know each other better? Why was she so suddenly sweet to me? Why the sudden change in her enthusiasm? I didn't care at the moment. I just knew that my bra was tight and I needed to get some relief. Deep down inside, I couldn't wait to feed her baby again, but I acted unsure and shy to hide my excitement. I took the baby from her and cradled him safely in my arms, snuggling him close. He had a big smile and his big brown eyes were looking up at me. I smiled back. He let out some coo's and was kicking his feet ready for the treat that was to come. I felt a warm rush come over me like that earlier feeling of peace, contentment happiness and joy all rolled into one. "Awwww, how cute..." Cindy was smiling back at me..."Look, Alex, he wants you!" Cindy coached me properly this time around on the correct breast feeding technique. Just as if I was a new mommy feeding my baby for the first time. "Alex, go ahead and lift your bra cup and present your nipple to him. Let him focus on it only for a moment." I did as she instructed. We saw milk dripping from my swollen, plump tip. "Now, hold him closer to your nipple and when you're ready for him to latch on, take a finger and tickle his cheek." Like this? I followed her instructions to a t. Ouch! He quickly latched on to me and began sucking like there was no tomorrow. He drank like it was going to be his last meal. My nipple was still sore from the last feeding I gave him. I could actually feel my milk flowing thru my breast to his soft lips. Alex, you are such a natural!? You have some maternal instincts after all.? I looked up at her and smiled... I loved the compliment. She turned on a CD player that was on the table next to where I was nursing. The player began playing soft lullabies. "Alex, the music will relax you more, allowing your milk to flow more freely." Cindy then took pictures... "Smile Alex!" Cindy commented I had a real healthy glow about me. All I could remember was seeing several flashes from the camera. She was getting several different angles and close ups too. "I will save these pictures for the baby book!" As I was enjoying my moments with Cindy's baby boy, she came around behind me asking me to lean forward.? She then unhooked my bra and I let her remove it from me. "There now, more comfortable?" "Oh yes!" I answered Both my breasts were exposed to the open air, except for the breast I was feeding with. I felt a little vulnerable feeling so exposed. My breasts were still perky, even without the bra. "This bra needs to be washed.? Let me throw it in the laundry.? Be right back!" While Cindy was away, she secretly called my house and talked to my mom saying that something was wrong and she needed her to come over right away.? My mom said she would be right over. I didn't really notice Cindy left me alone with her baby.? I was so focused on feeding him, watching in amazement at this little miracle life I was becoming a large part of. Cindy's baby and I were truly bonding now. I was in a trance, feeling dizzy with so many new and unnatural feelings churning inside me, when Cindy returned with something in her hands.? "Look what I have for you!"? In a 'sing-song' way. It was a new, fresh, clean bra. She smiled as she held it up in front of me by the shoulder straps. I stared at it. I was so captivated by its beauty, so tempted by how feminine it was. I was licking my lips wanting to snatch it from her hands and immediately put it on, had I not been for the baby so hungrily stuck to my breast. I really desperately desired the new bra. I couldn't break from the trance it had over me. To feel its hug around me was all I desired. I was sitting without my bra now, and I missed the security of wearing one. Now she was presenting me with a new one. My tummy filled with butterflies I was so excited! "Honey, this is a size 34B nursing bra made by Leading Lady. It's designed to support the weight of a woman's breasts during this special time of motherhood. I know you're not a woman, nor a mother, but since you look like a young woman and act like a mommy you should be more than anxious wearing this for me. In fact, I'll bet you just can't wait for me to put this on you. Am I right?" I nodded, agreeing with her. Still my eyes were wide and transfixed to the sexy mommy bra. My heart was filled with anticipation. "Here, let's put this new bra on you!" She came over to me, kneeling down next to me and the baby. She instructed me to gently remove the baby from my breast being careful to not pull at my nipple too much because it would make me more sore than they already were. OUCH! My nipple was red, swollen and sore. I felt a throbbing ache at my tip. "Alex, the pain you feel in your nipple should make you happy inside. Knowing that your baby is receiving nutrients from you should give you a sense of fulfillment. The soreness is a result of milk flow from your breast to your baby. This is how you know you're doing it right." She took the baby from my arms and laid him gently in a bassinet that was nearby. Cindy presented the nursing bra to me. I instinctively slipped my arms thru the straps and over my shoulders with a smile. I leaned forward to allow my breasts to fall easily into the cups. Cindy fastened it behind me. "Go ahead and adjust your boobs in the cups Alex." I followed her instructions. Reaching into each new cup with my hand, I held my breast and lifted it slightly to allow the bra cup to fully support me. I did this on both sides. Cindy adjusted the shoulder straps and there I was! She starred at me with a surprised look, and held her hand to her mouth. "Oh Alex, you look so pretty! It makes your figure look more natural. Feel how it does a better job at supporting you?" She was right. This bra was indeed yummy in every way and fit better than the other bra I was wearing earlier. I looked down at myself and was just breathless. My eyes welled up with tears as I was feeling so many new emotions. All I could think was those damn female receptors in my brain working away at the inside of me and I couldn't prevent it from happening. The bra was made of white satin and lace. The cups were embellished with butterfly patterns sewn into the slightly padded cups. There was a bow in the center and on the tops of the cups where it joined with the shoulder straps. The side panels had wide, very soft lace which ran around to the back clasp. The straps were a little wider and made of satin ribbon. The adjustments were in the back. "Alex, a nursing bra is designed for a woman's comfort and convenience during this period in her reproductive life. Today's busy women find it an annoyance to stop their busy schedules and have to almost remove a conventional bra to nurse their babies." I understood exactly what she was saying. Before, I had to raise my bra cup up over my breast to expose my nipple to feed Cindy's baby. It felt like I was getting half undressed to breastfeed. Cindy continued... "A nursing bra has cups that pull down from under the ribbon bow on the tops of the cups. See, you unsnap the cup and pull it down and it exposes your breast for baby." Cool! I was impressed with this! She reattached the cup because that was the side I've already been using. She left for a second and returned with two white daisy shaped pads. She held one out to me. "This is a nursing pad. It's placed over your nipple to prevent spotting on your clothes. There is nothing more embarrassing than being a nursing mother and everyone around knows it because your milk has leaked thru your bra cup to your blouse. They have soothing baby oil in them, which will help heal your nipples in between feedings. Here, put this inside your cup and over your nipple." She didn't tell me that the nursing pads also contained a potent dose of estrogen too... She went to the bassinet, and picked up her son, turning to me for his second feeding. I reached out and took the baby and held him close to my other breast. "Now, unsnap your cup and peel it away from you...that's it... expose your nipple to him...that's it... show him your nipple and tickle his cheek." OUCH! He latched on to my full breast and I saw his lips and cheeks sucking away. Again, I felt like I was in heaven. I could feel my milk flowing freely thru my breast to his hungry tummy. I shot straight to the stars! "Alex, you are so easy to teach. Are you sure you haven't done this before? See, isn't nursing with the right bra much easier? You don't have to give up feeling and looking pretty just to feed your baby." I had to agree with her. It was so much easier to feed him with this bra on. It was pretty and functional. I felt so much more like a woman tonight. I was so surprised by Cindy's reaction to seeing me earlier when she got home. She was surprised, yet accepted me anyways. She was mad that I had tried to feed her baby at first, but then suddenly changed her tune and actually encouraged me to do so, even helping me. I was left rocking back and forth in the rocker, holding Cindy's son close to my breast. He was feeding hungrily and I knew my brain was changing. I was thinking about what I read earlier on WebMd and figured my brain and body was being taken over by those once dormant female receptors that I awoke tonight. I was busy, cherishing my moments with Cindy's baby. I don't know how to express my utter shock and surprise when Cindy entered the room with a shocking surprise! "Alex, you have a visitor here to see you!" She announced. In walked my mom! My immediate reaction was, OH SHIT, OH FUCK, OH DAMN, and OH NO!!!!!! I was going to get it now! I was sooo embarrassed to be caught like this!!! Why was my mom here? As surprised and shocked as I was, I did not stop feeding and never broke rhythm with the baby. That must have been my maternal instincts kicking in. Mom stood there with a broad smile on her face, looking at me breastfeeding in the rocking chair. Mom's hand was placed over her chest as if she needed to catch her breath. They both walked over to me to have a closer look. Mom bent over getting real close to get a real good look the baby attached to me. I could feel her breath on my nursing breast. Mom was all aglow. She gave me a wink and smiled. "Awwwww, how precious!" Mom commented..."Where and how did you grow such a lovely bosom, Alex? Oh my, you have grown. They look so developed, so female. Not at all like the boy boobs have I remembered you had earlier tonight. See the light blue veins under your breasts skin? Your milk is flowing thru those veins. They are your 'milk ducts'." I was looking down at my boobs as she pointed them out to me. I had a lot of these 'milk ducts'.' When Mom and Cindy sat down across from me on the couch, I tried to stop feeding Cindy's baby. "No, no, no." Mom said, "No need to stop feeding him now on my account. Please finish your motherly duty." Mom gestured with her hands in an encouraging way. Both mom and Cindy were watching me carefully go thru the process Cindy taught me of reintroducing the baby to my breast. OUCH! I allowed the baby to reattach to me again as I remained very embarrassed sitting here in front of my mom and Cindy. They were real women. I was just pretending, but with a fully functional bosom. When the baby took my nipple, and I jumped, mom giggled. "How does it feel Alex?" I answered meekly. "It hurts a little, but I am managing..." "She..oops I'm sorry, HE is doing very well so far. I have taught many young women how to breastfeed and Alex is a natural. I have seen her, oops sorry, HIS mannerisms and facial expressions are very maternal. He has some mommy instincts in him no doubt!" "Alex, I am so proud of you." Mom said. She was smiling at me with wide, bright eyes. Mom turned to Cindy. " So, how did this happen?" "Apparently, he had planned this whole thing, coming over and dressing in my under things. It looks like he wanted to pretend to be a mommy too." Cindy informed mom. Both ladies chatted and giggled on like a couple of school girls. Cindy went on, "She..oops, slipped again sorry.. HE told me he had the idea to breast feed my baby tonight to take his fantasy to a higher level. He told me that he put cream on his nipple and tricked my baby into thinking it was mother's milk and attached my son to his boy boob." Mom chirped, "I didn't know that could happen! I know he's grown up with gynecomastia, but to actually lactate? I didn't think that was possible." "Well, Alex didn't think so either. He didn't lactate at first, he was just pretending. But after his first feeding, he quickly noticed his breasts changing. As the night went on, they just expanded and took on a different shape. A shape more like a young woman. He grew to a B cup in fact! And he fits into all my bras!" This surprised mom. "Oh my!" He got his boobs in tonight?! We should celebrate this event!" Good idea! Said Cindy...I have an idea! I sat there listening to all this chit chat, still feeding Cindy's baby boy. He was fast asleep now but still firmly attached to me. I think the warmth of my body and the softness of my breast allowed him to relax and fall asleep. Mom and Cindy got up from the couch and went upstairs. I heard muffled chit chatting. I didn't know what they were up to or what they were talking about. I was just debating whether to release the baby and lay him down, or just sit there and let him sleep in my arms. Mom said to Cindy, "After two boys, I really wanted a girl. I had prayed and hoped for a daughter and was convinced I would have one this last time. When Alex was born I was disappointed. I cried every day at the hospital. My husband couldn't comfort me. I grew Alex's hair long. I dressed him in panties and dresses. I was determined that I was going to have a daughter! I even put ground up birth control pills in his formula in an attempt to feminize him. That is why he had developed boy boobs. I even had him wearing a training bra at a very young age. I was determined. He was adapting to his girlie role without putting up a single fight. He seemed happy. No matter how girlie I dressed him, he went along with it. As the little mounds grew on his chest, people started asking a lot of questions. Doctors misdiagnosed it as gynecomastia. My husband became angry when he found out my plan and I abruptly ended my desire to change him. I allowed him to grow up as a boy. My heart was broken. His boy boobs just never went away." Cindy was just astonished! "Now I understand why you are not shocked by all this. This is what you always wanted anyways for Alex and this makes you happy, doesn't it?" "Yes, this is an answered prayer for me." Mom said. "I had hoped that all the early girl training I put him thru would resurface and he'd blossom into the lovely girl I knew he could be." "Blossom? Well look at his boobs now, he most certainly did!" laughed Cindy. I heard the two women laughing upstairs... what were they talking about anyways? Mom and Cindy came downstairs with some items I recognized. Mom said, "Alex, to celebrate your boobs coming in, a mother normally enjoys taking her daughter out to buy her first bra. But since you've taken care of that yourself, I would like to have taken you to a salon to have your hair and nails done. But since it's so late, no salon is open. So, we decided to do your hair and nails ourselves! Isn't that wonderful? You just sit there like a good mommy and feed your baby and we'll work around you. You just sit comfortably and enjoy your mommy moment!" "This will be sooo much fun!" Cindy cooed. They began their work. Mom started on my hair and Cindy began filing and shaping my nails. "Alex, I've always wanted to do something with your hair. It's so long and pretty..." She was brushing my long shoulder length locks. I think she was going to do the '100 strokes' routine on my hair, that girls do before bedtime. "That's a very pretty bra you have on Alex." She said. Ohhh, and a pretty panty and hose too! I see Cindy spares no expense! You are fortunate to wear such fashionable undies and you're just her size too. Geez, my mom is going overboard acting all gushy. At 14, I was trained to obey adults. That partially explained why I wasn't exactly fighting all this pampering. I knew it would do me no good. They outnumbered me. The other half was I really enjoyed these new feelings. I was living my dream and mom didn't seem to mind any of it, as extreme as it appeared. How lucky could a girl, no boy, be? Little did I know it was mom's dream for me too? As mom brushed my hair, Cindy was filing my nails, each to an oval shape as best she could. I was getting tired with this sleeping baby stuck to my breast. I needed some relief. My nipple was very sore now. I told my mom and Cindy and they helped me release the baby. I handed him to Cindy and she left to put him back in his crib. I was embarrassed as mom watched me reattach my bra cup and I slipped the other daisy shaped pad over my nipple to sooth it. "You do that very well, Alex". Mom said. "It appears you have learned so much. Cindy says you're a good student. Your boobies are so youthful and perky. You're a lucky ummm...boy" "Mom, boys aren't supposed to have boobs. I'm not supposed to be nursing Cindy's baby. It was just a stupid fantasy gone badly." I tried to explain it to her. She took me into her arms trying to reassure me. I began sobbing. "Darling Alex, you are my special boy. Since you crossed that line and dressed up and first tried to breastfeed, you must have caused some shift to happen inside you. I don't understand what happened to you. I just know that watching you breastfeed, you looked like you were in your element. You have such a glow about you. Your face...your face just looks content and joyful." "Mom, you're right. When I put on Cindy's undies tonight, my spirit soared. Something changed. I found myself uncontrollably taken over by some force inside me. It's hard to explain. I felt a craving to play out being a mommy tonight. I felt a craving, a deep need to breastfeed Cindy's baby. I needed to, I just had to. I felt like I would just die if I didn't! I can't really explain it. I never had such strong feelings like that before." "Sweetie, I certainly do understand. When I had you, I had the same feelings to hold you close and feed you. I wanted to give myself to you and I knew that breastfeeding you was the best thing for our relationship. We really bonded. I think you are going thru these same things with Cindy's baby tonight. You feel close to him. You want to give yourself to him. You love him and you two are bonding. He may think you're his mommy. It's your breasts he is feeding from and your face he sees smiling down on him. It's your milk he needs now Alex." "I sense that too mom. I just know it's true, but why?" I asked. "Honey, that is a mother's instinct. Even though you haven't given birth to him, somehow you were given the ability to sense things about your baby that only mothers know. Like when your baby cries, when he needs love. You will sense a need to protect him from harm too. I am sure it's the hormones. Every new mother goes thru these very same things. "Mom, am I a bad boy for enjoying what's happening to me? For feeling girly and wanting to be a mommy?" "Dear one, of course not! You shouldn't feel guilty for something you really had no control over. You were playing with nature and she bit you back. Now you need to let nature take its course. Whatever that may be, nature will decide for you. Maybe by tomorrow, your boobs will shrink back. Maybe all this will pass over. Then again, maybe not. We have to give it a little time and see what happens." I nodded in agreement. "Here, let's get you back in this robe so you don't feel so cold and exposed..." I stood up and mom helped me into the robe I had on earlier before Cindy 'inspected' me. Mom and I noticed how my tits stuck out and the still present stains on the front. I wrapped the robe around and tied it at the waist. I looked down and I was certain my breasts were filling up with milk again. I felt sad. "Honey, what's wrong?" Mom saw my sad expression. "Mom, I was hoping that I would have shrunk a little but I don't think I have. I can feel my breasts filling up with milk again." "Honey, I explained that this might happen. This is nature's way. Women were born to have babies and our bodies were made to feed them. It's that simple. You can't stop Mother Nature. It has always been this way. Honey, if you weren't a boy, I'd be happy and excited for you. This should be a wonderful experience for you! Sweetheart, maybe it's just the new bra you're wearing. After all, it's slightly padded and that adds to your bust line." "Maybe you're right." I was trying to stay hopeful that they would decrease in size. Cindy came back down from putting her baby to bed. She knew she had interrupted a 'mother and daughter' talk. She too noticed my large breasts under the robe. That made her smile. I mean how can you miss them? They stuck out and looked rather large on a 14 year old. She said, "He's sleeping pretty well. You must have fed him quite a lot tonight" "It sure felt like it to me." I was embarrassed again. "This breastfeeding stuff really takes it out of me. I feel so... drained." I plopped down back in the rocker, totally exhausted. Mom went back to brushing my hair..."It does Sweetheart. You'll get used to it. I wouldn't be surprised if your breasts started producing milk again right away. It's a cycle. Your body produces the milk to feed your baby and it produces more after you nurse. No one said being a mommy was easy." I was silent. Not what I wanted to hear. Cindy continued on my nails as I watched. She asked me to choose a color from several nail polishes. I chose a light pink shade that matched the silken robe I was wearing. "Pretty!" mom said. Cindy began applying the color to my finger tips. Cindy chimed in on the subject. "Alex, as a nurse, I have seen this a million times. When a woman starts to breast feed, she will feed her baby. If the baby isn't hungry, she will still need to express her milk so she doesn't continue to grow bigger. This causes the woman some discomfort." She was carefully brushing the pink polish to my nails, one by one. "What we at the hospital recommend is if you need to express your milk, you need to use a good breast pump and store your milk for later. Many women do this when their nipples become too sore to breastfeed. It's designed to give your body a bit of a break." "Well, I think my body needs a break right about now." "Then we will wait until morning to see what condition you're in and make accommodations then." Mom suggested. We all looked at each other with agreeable smiles. Mom was done brushing my hair, grouping my hair into three long strands. I felt her pulling the strands and styling my hair in a braid. When she was done braiding, she took a piece of pink ribbon she brought down and tied the bottom of my braid in a little bow. "Cute!" she said. It felt weird with all my hair pulled tightly back. She let me look in a hand mirror. Then she took a curling iron and created some curly whispies on the sides. "Oh yes, his hair does look cute! Looks perfect on him! The little bow is a nice feminine touch too, The curls on the sides really set the style off" chimed Cindy. A few minutes later, Cindy was done painting my nails. Cindy took some more pictures. Mostly of my mom sitting next to me. We both smiled. "For the baby book!" She said. Several flashes went off again. I told the two women that I was tired and wanted some badly needed sleep. It was way late and too much had happened today. I was just exhausted. I was ready to lie down on the couch... "Oh, wait a second!" Cindy said she had something for me and ran upstairs to her room. She returned carrying a pillow, blanket and the most feminine pajamas you could possibly imagine. They were made for a princess, they truly were. Dreamy was the best way to describe them. The pajamas were of pure silk and creamy in color, a very soft pretty shade. The bottoms were pull ups with a tie on the front. They were calf length with delicate lace around the pant cuffs. The pajama top had ? sleeves with lace around the sleeve cuffs. It had a square neck line embellished with flower bouquet embroidery. This set must have been very expensive. I hesitated to take it from her as she offered them to me to wear. "Oh my" Mom let out a gasp, trying to catch her breath as she laid eyes on the delicate pajamas. "I...I can't Cindy. These look too pretty for me to wear. They look too expensive." "Nonsense young lady...err..man. These are perfect for you. After everything you have worn already tonight, why wouldn't you want to wear such a feminine set of pajamas? Here, take them, put them on, please? A gift from me to you for being so loving toward my son and taking care of his nutritional needs tonight." Mom nudged me to accept the gift. "Go ahead honey!" I took the delicate ensemble from Cindy with a half hearted smile and noticed the tag said Victoria's Secret. I knew these were expensive. I noticed my daintily painted finger nails stood out as they caressed the soft fabric. The pajamas were very sheer, almost see thru. I thought I would look naked anyway with these on. "Let's get you dressed for bed!' I think mom couldn't wait for me to model the pajamas for her. I slid my stockings down my legs and neatly folded them, handing them back to Cindy. I was apprehensive..."I... I don't know about this." "He needs to keep his bra on so he doesn't spot the pajama top!" Cindy had spent a lot on these pajamas and didn't want to see them soiled by my breast milk, like her robe. "Alex, girls don't normally wear their bra to bed. But you are in a special situation here. You HAVE to. You're lactating, so a bra is necessary, do you understand? Do you need fresh petal pads?" Cindy asked me. "Yes, Ma'am", I mumbled, looking down as if I was a child being scolded. Both women watched with delight as I removed the milk soaked daisy petal pads from between my bra cups and breasts. I handed the used petals to mom. Cindy gave me two fresh ones to wear. I welcomed the soothing lotion they provided to my nipples. But I didn't know they also provided a potent topical estrogen as well. But Cindy knew! Mom held open the pajama bottoms for me. I stepped in to them one leg at a time. And mom pulled them up, tying them at my small waist. I looked down at myself. They fit snuggly at my bottom and the pant legs came up to my mid-calves. I felt its snug fit by running my hands around my bottom, enjoying their soft silkiness. They were very feminine no doubt. "My butt looks fuller." I thought to myself. It reminded me of J-Lo's ass. "Honey, raise your arms up." Mom helped me on with the top. "God, he even shaved under his arms!" Mom thought to herself. She slid the soft silky top over my head and it slid down effortlessly over my body hugging my breasts. The top stopped at my waist. I was showing a little tummy standing there. My breasts in the bra stuck out. I had a playful look about the way I was dressed. It looked like a harem girl from the Middle East. "OMG, Alex, You look like a bride on her wedding night!!" Mom screamed with glee. She was breathless. "Damn, you can clearly see every detail of his bra under this sheer top. I can see clearly the butterfly pattern on his cups. You can see the bra fit perfectly on him. No side bra bulges at all! He could easily be a model or the poster boy for Leading Lady nursing bras." Mom thought with a grin. I looked at my reflection in a wall mirror. Mom was right. These pajamas were made for a brides wedding night. I looked like a 14 year old bride on her wedding night! The fabric was so sheer and light. You could clearly see my bra and panty underneath. I felt flush with humiliation. I felt like such a sissy. "I must confess that I wore these on my wedding night a few years ago. It turned my husband on so much... Needless to say, I didn't have them on very long. At least not the bottoms! When I wore these, that very night my first child was conceived" Cindy said amused at my shame. I blushed. Now I looked like a blushing bride on her wedding night! Could this get any more embarrassing? I knew about the birds and the bees and I had visions of Cindy's husband humping her with her legs spread wide and feet high in the air. Now I was sleeping in them! Thinking about it made my breasts flush and my nipples tingle. What was that all about? "Awww, he's blushing!" Mom smiled at me and held out a hand to caress my cheek. Mom turned to Cindy, "What about his make-up? Shouldn't he take that off and moisturize before bed?" "Are you serious? A girl never removes her make-up on her wedding night! This isn't Alex's wedding nig