High School Part 1 My Freshman Year
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(Alex puts on a sports bra, dresses as a girl for Halloween and notices
further changes in his chest.)
For Allison's birthday in late September, her folks took Allison, me and
eight of her other friends to a nearby amusement park for the day. It
was a lot of fun but by the end of the day I was major hurting. The
rollercoaster rides weren't so bad but in a couple of the rides where we
got bounced around more, my chest got bumped pretty hard a couple of
times. And then there was one ride, well, not a ride so much as a small
arena where we put on these huge soft boxing gloves - man, each of our
hands was like two feet in size - and we just ran around punching at
each other and my chest took a couple of good whacks. And later in the
afternoon we were playing a game of volleyball and one of the guys on
the other side of the net spiked the ball and I dove down to knock it
back up in the air so one of my teammates could spike it back over the
net.
Well, I did keep the ball from hitting the ground but then I landed face
down, hard on the ground and had the wind knocked out of me. So by the
end of the day my chest was, like, really sore and I just wanted to get
home and take a couple of Tylenol, and maybe a shower. When I did get
home around ten o'clock and went to the bathroom for the Tylenol and a
shower, I pulled off my shirt and saw that my chest, and especially my
cone-thingies were all red and swollen. It looked like they had swollen
to about twice their usual size from all of the abuse they had taken
that day. And when I walked or moved quickly, they bounced and jiggled
just a little and that was really painful. So I just pulled on my
pajamas, leaving the top off, and crawled into bed and slept on my back
with the covers pulled up only to my waist.
The next morning they weren't swollen nearly as much but they were still
very tender. Allison had invited me to come over to her house and help
her install the new iPod sound system that her folks had given her for
her birthday so we were up in her room doing that and she was trying to
be helpful when she tripped on one of the cables lying on the floor and
fell against me, hitting me squarely in the chest with one of the
speakers she was holding in her hands. I gasped and cried out from the
pain and my eyes teared up a little as I staggered back and sat down on
her bed with my arms folded across my chest to protect it from any
further damage. Allison saw how much pain I was in and came over and sat
beside me on the bed and put her arm around my shoulders and said,
"Alex, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. Here, can I do anything
to help you?"
I was trying to be brave. You know, like when Alan Ladd gets shot at the
end of "Shane" but he just acts like nothing happened as he rides off
into the sunset, bleeding - but of course I wasn't bleeding - at least I
hoped I wasn't, so I just said, "Uh, well, my chest has been, like,
really sore. And, uh, it wasn't your fault, um, and I'll be okay in a
couple of minutes."
But I guess that I didn't sound terribly convincing for Allison just
said, "Let me take a look at it. Maybe I could fix an ice pack for you,"
and she leaned forward and quickly unbuttoned the top several buttons on
my shirt and pulled it open to expose my chest. Oh crap! I quickly moved
my hands up and covered my cone-thingies. Allison just giggled a little
and said, "Oh, Alex, you think I haven't seen a boy's chest before?
Don't be so modest," and she reached over and pulled down my hands. Her
eyes widened as she saw my chest and after a moment or two she said,
"Uh, oh wow ..... I can see why ..... why they might be ..... be tender.
Like, what happened? Like, not what happened just now, but why did they
get so big? And do they hurt all the time?" and her voice kind of
trailed off.
"The doctor said it's something called gynecomastia, at least I think
that's what he called it - but he doesn't know what's causing it. And
Mom ..... and Mom doesn't want to take me to another doctor for more
tests," and my voice kind of trailed off and I fought to regain control
of myself so that I wouldn't burst out in tears. After a long pause I
continued, "And they don't hurt all the time, they just got hit a couple
of times yesterday and they already feel better than they did last
night. But whenever I move around and they jiggle it's really painful,"
and I just sat there in silence, not knowing what else to say.
Allison sat there with a look of concentration on her face for almost a
minute and then she smiled a little and said, "I think I've got
something that will help. Well, it won't make them any smaller, but it
will stop the bouncing," and with that she went over to her dresser and
rummaged around and finally turned around with some sort of tan thing in
her hands. As she came over to me and held it out to me I could see that
it was - IT WAS A BRA! "Man, I can't wear that," I protested, "It's a
bra. And guys don't wear bras. No way!"
Allison got this disgusted look on her face and said, "Shit. Don't be so
damn fucking stubborn. You guys are all alike - afraid that someone will
think you're not 'all guy.' And besides, it's not a real bra, it's a
sports bra that I wear whenever I'm going to be doing something really
active - like playing tennis. Here, put the stupid thing on," and she
thrust it into my hands.
So I'm thinking to myself, like, "Am I awake or is this some kind of
strange fucking dream," but I did as Allison had asked me, and, with her
help, struggled into the sports bra and got it adjusted on my chest.
Other than feeling really, really, really weird to have something
supporting my chest it didn't feel all that bad. And when I got up from
the bed and walked around I found that it really did stop the jiggling
and there was no discomfort at all. "Okay," I said, "I'll wear it, but
just till the tenderness goes away," and I wore it home. As I was
getting ready for bed that night I thought, "Well, why not leave it on
overnight? It does make things feel a lot better," and just before I
drifted off to sleep I realized that I'm wearing this sports bra - and
not just any sports bra, but one that had supported Allison's tits and
that got me so turned on that I had to jerk off.
When I was getting dressed the next morning, my chest was feeling a lot
better but I had noticed how the sports bra had kind of flattened out my
cone-thingies and made them much less noticeable. There were a couple of
shirts that I hadn't been able to wear before because they were a little
on the tight side. But now with the sports bra I could wear them and no
one knew that anything had happened to my chest - well, except for Mom
and the doctor, and Allison of course. So I kept the sports bra on all
that day, and that night, and the following day, and for the next week
as a matter of fact.
Allison and I were talking on our cells to each other about that time
and Allison asked me, "So, did the you-know-what solve the problem."
"Oh, uh, yeah, they don't hurt any more now."
"So, you just wore it for a day or so?"
"Uh, no, I'm wearing it now. Why, you want it back?"
"No I don't want it back. You think I'd ever wear it again after some
sweaty boy had worn it? So, why you wearing it now?"
"Well, umm, it makes them look smaller. And, uh, I was wondering .....
ah ..... wondering whether you could buy me a couple more?"
There was a moment of silence and then Allison asked, "Yeah, I guess I
could get you some more. Like, how many you want? And what colors?"
Colors? I hadn't even thought about whether they came in different
colors so I just replied, "Well, like, maybe two or three. And colors?
Uh, like skin color?"
"Ok. I'll pick them up after school tomorrow. You can come over to my
house around supper time and pick them up." And that was the end of that
conversation. Except that the next day when I went over to Allison's and
picked up the shopping bag and got home and opened it up, I found four
tan sports bras. But I also found one bright pink one with little white
hearts embroidered on it and a note attached to it that read, "I think
you'd look really cute in this one." Allison sure has a funny sense of
humor at times!
Before I was in high school, Halloween was a chance for me to hang out
with the other guys and put on just enough of a costume so that we could
say that we were dressing up - a couple of years several of us wore our
Little League uniforms, or we'd dress like pirates in some old grungy
clothes, or whatever - and start making the rounds as early as our
parents would let us - and keep going till the houses ran out of candy
and turned off their outside lights - to see how much candy we could
collect. And then we'd gather at someone's house and spread all our
candy out on the floor and trade candy back and forth and get a sugar
high. But this year Allison suggested that it might be fun if just she
and I went around. "Uh, okay," I said, "But I'm not sure what I want to
dress up as."
"Oh, don't worry about that. Just come over to my house after school and
I'll think of something for us." So I get over to her house and ask her
what we're going to do for costumes and she replies, "Oh, I thought it
would be fun if I went as you and you went as me."
"You mean you want me to dress like a girl?"
"Yeah, and I'll dress like a guy. Come on, take your clothes off and
we'll switch," and with that she begins to strip. Man, I was like,
feeling really embarrassed to take off all my clothes in front of her,
and at the same time getting really turned on at the idea of seeing her
naked. So I finally got my clothes off, and I'm trying to turn away from
her so she can't see my erection, when she tosses me her panties and bra
and says, "Okay, start with these." Well, the panties didn't fit me all
that well but at least they covered me up "down there" and the bra fit
surprisingly well and I'm beginning to get even more turned on by the
idea of putting on Allison's clothes, and I'm watching her struggle into
my briefs and I could see how tightly stretched they were over her rear
end, and, well, all of a sudden I couldn't stop myself and I came and
ejaculated into her panties. So I'm standing there, really embarrassed
and blushing, and Allison turns around and looks at me, and then drops
her gaze to the wet spot on the front of the panties that I'm wearing,
and says, "Oh, don't worry. That'll wash out."
So we finished dressing and I had to admit that with no makeup, and her
hair pulled back and tucked under a baseball cap, and wearing my clothes
that she did look pretty much like a guy after all. But she looked at me
and then said, "Uh, something's wrong. You, uh, just don't look
'right.'" But after a few seconds she smiles and says, "But I can fix
that," and she has me come over and sit down at her makeup table and she
pulls out these little tweezers and plucks my eyebrows, and then she
puts some makeup on me, like eyeshadow and some lip gloss, and then
fluffs out my hair, and finally says, "There, doesn't that look better?"
I looked in the mirror and man, did I look like a girl. And not just any
girl but a really pretty one.
And I saw that because I was wearing her regular bra instead of my
sports bra it really looked like I had a nice set of breasts on me, and
I'm thinking, "Wow, do I look pretty," and then I remembered that I was
a guy, not a girl, and guys aren't supposed to look "pretty," but it was
only for one night so I guessed that I could live with it. Allison and I
went out and we started going from house to house, collecting our candy,
and I was beginning to enjoy walking along in her clothes and I even
tried to swing my hips a little as I had seen the other girls do and
when we met some friends and got to talking I tried to keep my voice a
little higher - like a girl's voice, you know? At one point Wes came
over to me and put his arm around me and whispered in my ear, "You look
really pretty tonight Alex. Want to go out on a date sometime?"
"Screw you, Andrews," I shot back. But then I winked at him. And then
Allison and I went off by ourselves and just had a really, really great
Halloween!
As I was getting dressed the next morning I was thinking about how it
had been fun to dress up in Allison's clothes yesterday but it was going
to feel good just getting back to normal and dressing like a guy again.
Then I noticed the thinned and arched eyebrows that Allison had given me
yesterday and I got to thinking that maybe they did look better now than
the big, thick eyebrows that I had had only a day before, and I thought
that I might keep them looking like this instead of letting them grow
back.
Close to the end of my Freshman year I had to ask Allison for some help.
The subject was really embarrassing for me and I had put off asking her
for awhile but eventually I had to bring it up.
"Uh, Allison, can you, uh, like, can you help me?"
"Help you? Help you how?"
"Well, uh, like I need to buy some new clothes and, uh, I'm not sure of
the size."
"Okay, what clothes in particular."
So now I'm really blushing as I gestured at my upper chest.
"Shirts, you want me to help you buy shirts?" she asked.
"Uh, no, I need help buying these," and I pulled off my shirt, revealing
the sports bra that I was wearing. Allison looked and then stepped back
and took a longer look, her eyes opening wide in amazement. My sports
bra was stretched to the limit, barely able to contain the two large
swellings on my chest, and small rolls of soft white flesh bulged out
above and below it. I reached up and pulled the sports bra off over my
head, fully revealing my chest. What had been two cone-thingies last
fall had now turned into two rounded swellings, topped off by my two
large pink aureolas. Allison just stared at them for almost a minute and
then came up to me and reached out her hands and gently touched them,
and then cupped them in her hands to feel their weight. My embarrassment
over having to expose myself to her was rapidly replaced by a growing
excitement as she moved her hands over my chest. Finally she said, "So,
are they going to keep getting bigger?"
"Oh man, I hope not but I don't know," I said with a look of fear on my
face, "But Mom won't take me to the doctor and the sports bras that you
got for me are way too small now and I can't go into a store and buy any
larger ones for myself. Will you help me, please?"
"Well, I'll see," she replied, "let me get some measurements. But they
may be beyond the size where a sports bra will work anymore," and she
left the room and returned with a tape measure and measured my chest in
several spots. After she finished, she said that she'd stop by the mall
after school the next day and I should give her an hour or so before I
came over to her house. So after that we just listened to music for
awhile and I went home. My sports bra had been so tight and
uncomfortable that I just left it off till the next morning and as I
walked home I could feel the swellings on my chest jiggle a little and
rub against the inside of my shirt and while that felt kind of strange,
it also felt, well, kind of good and my nipples got hard and I could see
them poking through my shirt a little. "Man, I gotta figure out what's
happening to my body," I thought.
I was kind of apprehensive the next afternoon when I went over to
Allison's house - it was kind of like going to the dentist - you don't
know whether your checkup will be okay or whether he'll find a cavity
and you'll need a filling. When we got up to Allison's room she handed
me a bag and said, "These are the largest ones I could find. Try one on
and see how it fits." So I took one out and was fumbling around with it,
trying to figure out how to adjust it, and Allison gets this disgusted
look on her face and says, "I don't know why everyone thinks guys are so
good with mechanical things. I think you're clueless. Here, let me do
it," and she comes over and takes off my shirt and the tight sports bra
that I was wearing.
She looked at the swellings for a couple of seconds and muttered,
"cute," or something like that and then stepped around behind me and
reached around and placed the cups of the larger sports bra over my
swellings and put her hands inside the cups and properly positioned the
swellings in the cups and then made a couple of adjustments in the back
and adjusted the straps over my shoulders and then led me over to the
mirror. "Actually, that doesn't look too bad," she said, "I was afraid
that it was going to be too small." And I'm looking in the mirror and,
yeah, the new sports bra did cover me up but the swellings did still
look pretty big and I guess Allison must have seen the look on my face
for she said, "Gee Alex, like, don't thank me or anything. That's the
best I can do. If you don't like the way it looks, take it off," even
though she must have known that I wouldn't do that.
"Yeah, well, thanks," I said, "it's just that, well, they still look
kinda big."
"Well, that's because they are kinda big," Allison said, but then she
continued, "But I also think they're kinda cute on you," and she steps
over and rubs the cups of my sports bra a little and winks at me and
gives me a quick kiss, and I'm, like, blushing and beginning to get an
erection.
I was getting pretty embarrassed about the whole thing - like the size
of my chest, and Allison putting the sports bra on me, and the way it
looked on me, and her kissing me, and me getting an erection in front of
her so I just stammered, "Yeah, uh, well, it does help a lot, and um,
thanks a lot for, uh, like, helping me, and, uh, I think, uh, I think I
got to go home and do some, uh, some homework," and blushing like mad I
headed out the door and down the stairs.
"Uh, Alex," Allison called out, "like, you forgot something," and she
tossed the bag with the other sports bras down the stairs to me, and I'm
blushing even more as I ran out the front door and I could hear her
giggling behind me. When I got home and unwrapped the other sports bras,
most of them were okay - like, in a tan or grey color - but there was
one that was black and had "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me
because I have big tits" written across the front in pink lettering.
Really funny, Allison.
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