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High School Part 3 - My Junior Year
[In which the changes in Shaun's body continue, he has an awkward moment
with Jeff, and begins wearing bras and girl's jeans, sweaters and
blouses.]
The best development over the summer was that I finally had developed
normal control over my bladder so that I didn't need to wear the sanitary
napkins in my panties any more. Once I stopped using the napkins, I tried
switching back to wearing boy's briefs but they weren't all that
comfortable - too baggy in the front and too tight around my waist and
over my rear end. So I reluctantly went back to wearing the girl's cotton
panties.
I think that the exercising that I've been doing on the treadmill isn't
enough, or maybe I just need to watch what I eat a little more closely,
because I'd gained some weight over the summer. Well, it's not like I've
gotten fat or anything, and in fact I really only weight about four or
five pounds more than I weighed at the beginning of my Freshman year. But
during the time when I was having all the health problems and the
surgeries, my weight dropped from around 130 down to just under 120 and
I'm now back up around 135. It wasn't until Mom bought me some back-to-
school clothes that I realized that the shape of my body has changed a
little. Mom's a better shopper than I am - she'll spend all day looking
for bargains and that seems like a waste of time to me so I just told her
the things that I needed and the styles and she went out and bought them
for me. The problem was that when I tried on the jeans - they didn't fit
me - like my usual 32" waist size was so tight on me that I couldn't even
zip up the fly. So Mom took those back and got some in a waist size two
inches larger. Well, I could just barely get those on but they were,
like, really loose and floppy around my waist and then really tight over
my bottom. So Mom had one more try at it and finally got me some jeans
that fit right - except that they weren't boy's jeans - they were girl's
jeans! "Mom, I can't wear these", I protested as I took them out of the
shopping bag and realized what she had bought for me, "These are for
girls, not boys!"
"Look Shaun", she said, "I can return these and get you some boy's jeans
that you can get into, but the fit will be awful. You remember what the
last pairs I got looked like on you. So why don't you try these for a
couple of days and see whether you can get comfortable wearing them and
if you can't, then I'll return them and get you something else." Well, as
long as she'd agree to take them back I guess that I didn't have anything
to lose by wearing them for a day or two so I put them on and I did have
to admit that they fit me pretty well all over, not too loose or too
tight. But they were made of this elastic fabric so that they, like,
"molded" themselves to the shape of my body and as I turned around in
front of a mirror to see how they looked on me, I realized how big they
made my bottom look, and my upper legs as well. "Geez Mom", I said, "Look
how big they make my ass look."
"Well Shaun, you have to admit that you've gained some weight down there
and it's not the jean's fault. But I really don't think that they make
you look bad. And in fact I think that you have a cute ass." And she
winked at me. "Okay Mom, give me a break with the jokes", I thought as I
went into my bedroom with my new clothes. When I was alone I stood in
front of the mirror and looked down at my rear end and noted how it
looked, maybe a little more rounded and kind of soft. "Hmm, interesting,
but at least it's not too obvious", I thought as I bounced up and down a
little on my toes and saw how my butt jiggled a little. Even though I
kept the girl's jeans and started wearing them all the time, I did get
Mom to make one alteration to them for me - their rear pockets had these,
like, little flowers and birds and crap embroidered on them in yellow and
pink and white - and guys don't wear jeans with that kind of shit on them
- so Mom got out her sewing scissors and trimmed off the "artwork."
I did take a little kidding from the other guys the first couple of days
at school. A couple of the guys kidded me by referring to me as "bubble
butt", and when we were walking through the halls one of the guys came
over and rubbed my butt and pronounced it, "so round, so firm, so fully
packed." But by the end of the second week, the kidding had stopped and
things were back to normal.
Something really strange happened yesterday. I'd gotten a new game for my
Xbox and Jeff and I were up in my bedroom trying it out. It was one of
those rare late-fall days when the weather was really warm and Mom was on
a tear about how much electricity was costing us so she only ran the air
conditioning at night. Even with the windows open in my bedroom and a fan
running it was pretty warm and stuffy. Jeff just had on a pair of shorts
and I was wearing only a pair of my panties. So we're playing the game
and I was doing a little better than Jeff when all of a sudden he jabs me
in the side with his elbow - not enough to hurt but just enough to break
my concentration and let him score a couple of points on me. That pissed
me off so I elbowed him back, and then he punched me on the upper arm,
and then I took both hands and shoved him hard on the shoulder. And then
all of a sudden we're wrestling with each other - not really fighting or
anything - just horsing around. Pretty soon Jeff had me pinned on my back
on the floor and he's kneeling over me and pinning my arms to the floor
with his hands. I was twisting beneath him and struggling to try to get
out of his grip when all of a sudden Jeff got this funny look on his face
as he looked down at my chest and my boy boobs. He slowly bent forward
and brought his face closer to mine and I swear, I thought that he was
going to kiss me, when he blinked his eyes and shook his head a little as
he realized what he was doing. He rolled off of me and stood up,
breathing heavily, and after a few seconds stammered something about
having some chores to do at home and almost ran out of my bedroom, down
the stairs and out the front door in his haste to leave. I just lay there
on the floor for several minutes trying to straighten out my thoughts -
had Jeff been about to kiss me? And would I have let him, and maybe
kissed him back? And how would that have felt? Oh man, now I was the one
getting weird - getting turned on by the idea of kissing Jeff? "Come on
Shaun", I thought, "Don't go there. Forget about Jeff and what just
happened." Ha, easier said than done!
I was taking a morning shower a couple of weeks ago and had just turned
to face into the spray of water from the showerhead to wash the soapsuds
from my chest when I noticed that the water wasn't all just running down
my chest but some of it was dripping from the ends of my boy boobs. They
had gotten big enough that some of the water was now running down to
their bottom and then dripping off - well, it wasn't so much dripping as
I had these two small waterfalls coming off of my boy boobs. I thought
that looked kind of neat and was having fun bending forward to see if I
could make the streams bigger (I could) and swaying a little from side to
side to get my boy boobs swinging back and forth a little and seeing how
the waterfalls swung back and forth as well. Just then I heard a knock on
the door and Mom asked if she could come in for a minute to pick up some
dirty clothes that I'd left on the floor last night. "Yeah, sure, no
problem", I responded, but I turned my back to her so that she couldn't
see my waterfalls. Since then I've been playing a little more with my boy
boobs during my showers - soaping them up and rubbing and playing with
them while they're all slippery from the soapsuds, and making waterfalls
with them, and just generally, well, like, kind of enjoying them.
It was a little after Easter when I started having more and more trouble
with the bandages that I was using to hide the changes in my chest. Like
unless I put on several layers of the bandages and made them really
tight, you could still see some bulges through my clothing - especially
when I wore some of my tighter sweaters or shirts. And then when I got
the bandages tight enough to hide my chest they were really uncomfortable
and I had trouble breathing - leaving me short of breath when I ran up
stairs at school between classes. I was sitting at the breakfast table
one Saturday morning having breakfast with Mom. I had planned on going
down to the library later that morning to do some research for a term
paper for school so I had put on the bandages that morning and I was
really uncomfortable - shifting around in my chair and moving my
shoulders back and forth and alternately leaning back and forth a little
in an attempt to get more comfortable. Mom watched me squirm around for
about ten minutes and then said, "Shaun, will you quit that? You look
awful when you fidget like that."
"I can't help it", I complained, "These stupid bandages are so fucking
uncomfortable lately that I can hardly wear them. I think that you've
been buying the wrong size, or the wrong fabric, or something."
Mom just looked at me for a minute or two and then said, "First, you know
that I don't like you using that kind of language, and second I don't
think the bandages are your problem. Stand up and take off your shirt and
the bandages and I'll show you what I mean."
Well, I was kind of embarrassed to do that in front of my Mom - after all
she had bought me the bandages in the first place but my boy boobs had
gotten bigger since then and I wasn't sure that I really wanted to let he
see how big they had gotten. But I could tell from the tone of her voice
that it wasn't so much a request as a command so I did as she had asked,
blushing and with my back turned toward her as I slowly pulled my shirt
up over my head and then removed the bandages and then slowly turned to
face her. I was really embarrassed and blushing bright red and trembling
a little as I stood there in front of her as she stared at my chest.
"As I thought", she said after a few seconds, "Have you really looked at
yourself in the mirror lately?"
I was like, "What the heck are you talking about? I look in the mirror
every day when I brush my teeth and stuff like that." But she led me into
the bathroom and had me stand in front of the mirror and look down at my
chest. Holy Shit! I hadn't realized how big the swellings had gotten
lately. They weren't those two small boy boobs any longer. They had
developed into two larger rounded swellings that had settled down several
inches on my chest and stuck out almost three inches in front. And the
smaller boy's nipples that I used to have had turned into these larger,
pink and puffy girl's nipples. I slowly reached up and cupped them with
my hands, feeling their weight as I lifted them up. Oh man, I had fucking
graduated from boy boobs to girl boobs! I turned to Mom with tears in my
eyes, "Oh crap Mom, what am I going to do now? I can't let the guys see
me like this."
"Shaun, it won't be easy but I think we can still hide them from your
friends. We're just going to have to use something different than the
elastic bandages from now on. Let me make a couple of measurements and
then run out to the mall and buy a couple of things, and then we'll see
what we can do." And with that she got her tape measure and measured my
chest above and below my girl boobs and then directly over them at their
largest point. Did that feel strange to be standing there in front of my
Mom with my girl boobs exposed and then having her touching them as she
measured me, but she finally finished and wrote the measurements down on
a scrap of paper, put on her coat and headed out for the shopping mall.
While she was shopping I just hung around the kitchen, still sort of in
shock, and kept going back into the bathroom to look at them, and noticed
how they swayed back and forth and jiggled up and down a little as I
walked, and felt their heaviness on my chest, and how warm and soft they
were when I picked them up in my hands, and noticed how my nipples got
hard and stuck out even more when I played with them - rolling them
between my thumbs and forefingers.
Finally, Mom returned from the mall and handed me several shopping bags.
The first contained - BRAS! "Mom", I complained, "I can't put these on.
Guys don't wear bras, girls do." "Knock it off Shaun", she replied, "Do
you want to hide your chest or not?" So I unwrapped one and held it up in
front of me and I was thinking, "What the hell do I do with this sucker",
when Mom stepped forward with a smile on her face and took it from me and
showed me how to adjust it and put it on and snap it closed behind my
back. I turned around in front of the mirror and looked at my image and
saw how the bra did make my girl boobs look smaller, but they were still
pretty obvious. "I picked out a style that minimizes the size of your
chest, and I picked a neutral skin tone so they won't show if you wear
any light clothing", she said, "But there's something else that will help
too", and she handed me the second bag. I reached down into it and
brought out several sweaters and shirts. They were all in dark colors and
cut fairly loosely in the chest area. I looked at the labels and realized
that she had bought me girl's sweaters and blouses. "But Mom .....", I
started to protest, when she waved me off and said, "You need to start
wearing tops that are looser cut to hide the shape of your chest and
boy's styles just won't do that. And these don't really look all that
much different than boy's styles and I'll cut off the labels. And the
dark colors will minimize the size of your chest as well."
So I pulled on a dark brown floppy sweater and I had to admit that the
combination of the minimizing bra and the girl's cut sweater really did
hide my chest pretty well. So I went off to the library wearing a bra and
a girl's sweater.
It was funny, but while I was at the library I met some of my friends
there and we started talking and one of the librarians came over and
asked us to be a little quieter - and after awhile I realized that I'm
wearing a bra to hide my girl boobs and a girl's sweater over the my bra
- and none of my friends noticed a fucking thing! It was kind of exciting
in a way. And I noticed how the bra felt way different than the bandage
had, and how it cupped and supported my girl boobs and that made me feel
kind of funny - almost excited in a way.
When I got home from the library in mid-afternoon, I decided not to take
the bra off even though it would be just Mom and me around the house the
rest of the day. So I wore the bra till I got ready for bed that night -
enjoying the way it felt on my chest. After I'd gotten into bed, I
started thinking about everything that had happened to me that day - and
how I had finally realized that my boy boobs had gradually turned into
girl boobs, and how Mom had seen them and then touched them as she
measured me, and how she had bought some bras and girl's sweaters and
blouses for me, and how I had put on a bra and a girl's sweater for the
first time, and how I had worn them to the library in front of my
friends, and how they hadn't realized a thing, and how the bra felt as it
cupped and supported my girl boobs. Man, I was getting pretty turned on -
a sensation I hadn't felt in some time - and pretty soon I had my hands
up on my chest playing with my nipples and then I had my hands on my girl
boobs, gently massaging them and playing with them and all of a sudden I
had this sensation starting in my girl boobs and then spreading through
my body as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me and left me gasping
for breath and drenched in sweat. "Holy Shit", I thought, "That was way,
way better than a quick hand job."
The next morning in the shower, I looked down at my girl boobs and
wondered whether I could repeat what had happened to me in bed last night
so I soaped them up and ran my hands over them and played with my boobs
and nipples while I closed my eyes and dreamed about putting on a bra and
how it would feel, and then dreamed about putting on a girl's sweater or
blouse and walking around in front of my friends, and all of a sudden it
happened again - the waves of pleasure rolling through my body that left
me so weak that I had to reach out and steady myself against the wall of
the shower. I was finally brought back to my senses by Mom knocking on
the bathroom door and yelling something about wasting hot water. "Oh
Man", I remember thinking while looking down at my chest, "These things
are the best!"
Other than Jeff, one of my close friends is McKay - with a name like
that, McKay might be a boy or a girl - but this McKay is all girl. She's
really attractive and usually has a group of boys hanging around her, but
she's not stuck up or anything and we've gradually become close friends
over the past year. I can talk to McKay about a lot of things that I
couldn't really discuss with Jeff - like clothes and makeup, and
"relationships", and just stuff like that in general. So, McKay and I
were walking to our Fashion Arts class at school today and she reached
down into her pocket and pulled out a small atomizer and gave her throat
a short spray with liquid from it. Them with a kind of impish grin on her
face she turned to me and gave me a spray with it. I was, like, "McKay,
what's ....." and then the strong floral smell reached my nose and I
realized that she had sprayed perfume on me. Oh, like that was great, now
I had to walk around the rest of the day smelling like, well, like a
girl. After school that day as Jeff and I were walking home, Jeff looked
over at me and asked, "There's something different today. Like you smell
really nice", and then he kind of blushed and continued, "Well, you
always smell nice but are you wearing perfume or something?" I kind of
hemmed and hawed and then lied to him and said that in Fashion Arts we
had been experimenting with how different scents would compliment
different fabrics and I guessed that I'd gotten a little of the perfume
on me. "Well, whatever", Jeff said, "but I do like the scent." As soon as
I got home I texted McKay and asked her what the scent was that she had
sprayed on me in the hall, and then I found a drugstore that carried that
brand and bought some and ever since then when I'm going to be with Jeff
- even if it's just at school - I'll put on some of his favorite scent.
Mom didn't say anything about the bras for a couple of weeks and then
while we were eating supper one evening, she looked up at me across the
table and asked, "So, you haven't said anything about those bras that I
bought you several weeks ago. I guess that means that they fit okay and
that you're wearing them on occasion?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yes. I wear them sometimes", I lied, not telling her that I
wore them whenever I wasn't in bed. And it was then that I decided to
bring up a subject that I'd been thinking about for the last week or so.
"But, uh, they fit okay and everything but they're sort of, well, like,
plain", I said. And since I'd started, I continued, "Uh, I've been
checking some of the online catalogs and I see that they, uh, come in
different colors. And I see how some of them have, like, different
colored trim on them, and stuff like that. And, uh, I wondered whether I
could get a couple more that weren't, well, just so plain", and I just
sat there and blushed.
"Well, they're not that expensive", Mom replied, "So I don't see any
problem with getting several more pairs. Did you have any specific colors
and trim in mind?"
"Uh, no", I said, ""Just whatever you think will look okay", and I was
silent for a couple of seconds, and then continued, "And panties. I'd
like some panties that are prettier that the plain white cotton ones that
I've been wearing."
Mom just looked at me for a moment and then smiled and said, "I'd planned
on going shopping tomorrow morning anyway, so I'll see what I can pick
up."
When I got home from school the following day and took my backpack up to
my room, I found two shopping bags on my bed. I eagerly opened them and
found bras and panties and also several blouses. Oh man, this was great,
the bras and panties were different colors, and there was even a matching
bra/panty set that was white with pink trim. And the panties were silk
ones instead of cotton ones and they felt so smooth and neat on my body
when I tried them on. And so I spent the rest of the afternoon trying
them on, and in different combinations, and admiring how I looked as I
modeled them in front of the mirror in my bedroom. When Mom came home
later that day, she stuck her head in my bedroom door and saw me sitting
there in my bed, wearing a bright red bra and matching panties, and
holding up one of the blouses. "Everything okay?", she asked and got her
answer when I jumped up off my bed, ran over to her and gave her a big
hug, and told her how I really appreciated her buying me some new
underwear.
"Well", I continued, "But I'm not sure about the blouses. They seem a
little small for me."
"They're not too small, that style is just more form fitting that the
looser ones that you've been wearing", she answered
I picked up the pink blouse, thinking that it would go well with my red
underwear, put it on and buttoned it up - well, as far up as it buttoned
- even fully buttoned there was about a four inch open "V" at the top.
And it fit tightly over my bra and emphasized the shape of my chest. And
in the open "V" you could see a little of where the tops of my girl boobs
bulged out just a little over the top of my bra. And you could see the
red bra's cups through the sheer fabric of the pink blouse. Looking at
myself in the mirror I said to Mom, "Wow, it sure looks nice but I could
never wear anything like this where my friends could see me."
"I didn't think that you would", she answered me, "But I thought that you
might like to have some nicer-looking clothes to wear when you're just
around the house by yourself." But if you're going to wear tops like
that, there's something else that you should probably do - shave your
armpits." Gosh, was Mom right - when I looked at myself in the mirror and
raised my arms, you could clearly see my unshaven armpits through the
blouse - GROSS! Taking her advice, I went into the bathroom and took the
razor that I used to use to shave my beard - Ha, hadn't had to do that
for many months - and quickly shaved my armpits, only nicking myself in
one place. After that I wore the tight pink blouse around the house the
rest of the day and put it on again when I got dressed the next morning.
I was kind of disappointed when Jeff came over later in the day and I had
to put one of my loose sweaters on over the blouse to hide it.
I guess that Mom realized how much I liked the new undergarments that she
had bought me as several weeks later she came into my room and handed me
a package and said that she thought that I might like what it contained.
So I opened the package and it contained several pairs of, get this,
PANTYHOSE! I was like, the bras and panties were pretty neat, but
pantyhose? I must have gotten a funny look on my face as Mom just laughed
a little and assured me that I didn't have to wear them if I didn't want
to. I was, like, "Uh, yeah Mom. Like all the guys at school wear
pantyhose so I'll really fit right in if I wear them." So I just put them
in the dresser drawer with my panties and kind of forgot about them.
Well, forgot about them at least till the following Saturday, when I was
getting dressed and I saw the pantyhose in my dresser drawer and I
started wondering what it would be like to actually put on a pair and how
it would feel to wear them - not that I was going to keep them on or
anything - just put them on and then take them off as sort of an
experiment, like. So I pulled out a pair and unwrapped them, and after a
couple of tries I found out how not to put them on - tearing the first
pair I tried to put on before I realized that I had to kind of roll or
scrunch them up or something like that and then unroll them as I slid
them up over my legs. When I finally got the second pair on and looked in
the mirror I really liked the way I looked. The pantyhose made my legs
look tanned, and they subtly shaped my legs and thighs and made them look
way better. Back when I had been running Cross Country in my Freshman
year, my legs and thighs had been in really good shape - lean and
muscular. But since then, even with the use of the treadmill, they'd
gradually lost their tone and just looked, well, soft - and the pantyhose
supported and shaped them and made them look much firmer.
And when I pulled on my jeans the pantyhose made my legs feel so smooth
and silky inside my jeans that I really liked the sensation. So I figured
that there wouldn't be any harm in just wearing them around the house
that day just to see how comfortable they would be so I wore them the
rest of Saturday and then when I got up on Sunday I pulled on a fresh
pair without really thinking about it, and the following Wednesday as I
was getting dressed for school, I thought, "Well, why not?" and put on a
pair and wore them to school. And I'm, like, walking down the corridor
with Jeff and enjoying the feeling of the pantyhose on my legs and all of
a sudden I started feeling, well, like kind of "sexy", and I reached over
and took Jeff's hand in mine and we walked to class while holding hands.
I guess Mom realized that I was wearing pantyhose most of the time when
she saw them showing up in the laundry almost every day so she bought me
several more pairs - most of them in a tan color (well, the package said
"nude", but they were really tan) except for one pair that was black and
another pair that was this "silvery" color. I saved the black ones for
when I was going out on a date with Jeff.
I got some good news when I went back to the hospital for my yearly
checkup today. The doctor told me that my PSA level was about as close to
zero as the test could measure so it looked like the cancer was
completely gone and while he would like to continue the hormone
treatments for another six months just to be on the safe side, that they
could be discontinued after that. Then I brought up another subject, "And
what about these", I asked, gesturing up at my girl boobs inside my bra,
"So they'll go away then?"
"Probably not", he said, "We could start you on a series of testosterone
treatments later on that would shrink them a little. But the only way to
completely eliminate them would be to have plastic surgery - a double
mastectomy. We can talk about that in six months when you finish the
current hormone treatments."
I tried to look really disappointed at what he'd just told me, but in
fact I was relieved. A year ago if he'd told me that my boobs would
disappear, I would have been as happy as all get out. But now? Well, I
guess that I'd come to accept them as a regular part of my body over the
past year. And I did like the sensations when I played with them, and the
way it felt when I put on a bra, and the way I looked when it was just
Mom and I around the house and I could put on my girl's clothing and
admire the way I looked and not have to hide my figure under baggy
clothing.
"You look happy", Mom said as we walked out to our car in the parking
lot, "So I guess the doctor gave you good news." "Good news?" I answered,
"Yeah, couldn't have been better."
[To Be Continued]
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