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My name was Julio, and I don't really know when it all began. I remember one
time I was a little boy I had a dream that I'd turned into a girl somehow.
In the dream I wore a pink dress and shoes and white stockings, and my hair
was long and curly. I remember going to the bathroom and for the first time
peeing sitting down. When I was a bit older, at twelve, I remember one time
during gym class. A friend of mine was sitting next to me, and for some
reason my eyes wondered to his legs, he was wearing shorts. His legs caught
my attention, they were already covered in peach fuzz, they weren't
massively muscular but they were no longer a boy's legs but those of a teen.
It was hard to look away.
When I started puberty, my body didn't change all that much. I was pretty
smooth and had absolutely no hair on my chest, I was thin and not very
muscular. My legs had little hair, and what hair they did have stayed close
to my skin. To be honest, the worst part for me was my penis size, which was
the smallest of those I'd seen among kids my age.
When I became a teen, I started getting erotic dreams. I remember one in
which four men were holding me up in the air, one per limb, while a fifth
rammed his huge cock into my ass. Another time, I dreamed that I was in
school but wearing the girls' uniform (in my country schoolchildren wear
uniforms) and a boy approached me and asked me to be his girlfriend. Without
waiting for my answer, he kissed me on the mouth and I didn't resist, he put
his hands on my behind and fondled it, then unbuttoned my skirt and pulled
down my panties, exposing my teenage girl's crotch...
I used to tell myself they were just silly dreams, that they didn't mean a
thing, that surely all boys had dreams like that but just didn't talk about
it. However, one day something happened that I couldn't just dismiss as a
silly dream: I'd twisted my ankle so in gym class I just sat and watched the
other boys play soccer. There were two teams, one with shirts and a
shirtless one, and most players were wearing shorts. I began noticing their
torsos, their hairy legs... I was able to hide my tiny erection, but it was
hard to deny even to myself that I liked men.
The first time I noticed anything more regarding my body I had just turned
sixteen and was in high school, it was s few weeks before summer break. One
time as I was getting dressed after showering, I noticed my nipples seemed a
little bigger than they'd always been. I thought maybe I was imagining it
and didn't think more about it, but on the next few days I noticed my
nipples were definitely swollen, I thought it might be an allergy or
something like that.
During the next few days their growth continued; soon I had to admit to
myself I was growing breasts. I searched online and discovered it was called
gynecomastia, that it can be solved by surgery, etc. I don't know why I
didn't tell anyone, didn't go to the doctor, nothing. Maybe I was ashamed, I
didn't want to admit it to anyone, I don't know. The fact is all I did was
wear loose shirts and, later, bandage my chest.
A few days before school was out, my parents told me they'd arranged for me
to spend the summer away with some cousins on the farm. My dad said the
fresh air, playing sports in the countryside, would do me good, all that.
Deep down I knew that it was to see if life in the country made me more of a
man. It was during those last few days in the city that I should've gone see
a doctor, but I didn't.
I was warmly welcomed at the farm, the problem was what my cousins liked to
do for fun: playing soccer, which because of the heat they did shirtless,
and swimming in the river. Obviously I didn't want my breast growth
discovered, so I made excuses and stayed in the house. One of my aunts had
had a baby a couple of months before, so it was the perfect match for her: I
took care of the baby while the others were away, she taught me how to feed
it with a bottle and everything, and so I stayed part of the day at the
house with the baby while the others, including the baby's Mom, went out to
play soccer, swim, etc.
Binding your breasts isn't very comfortable, and I didn't dare not do it
when there was someone else in the house. So when it was just the baby and
me, between the heat and the discomfort of binding, I just took off the
binding and my shirt. Released from their binding, my breasts were now large
enough to need a bra. Despite spending so much time indoors, I didn't mind
my routine, taking my shirt off in front of others just wasn't an option and
this way I had time to watch TV or do whatever I wanted.
I don't know why I did it. One day, while watching a soap opera while naked
from the waist up, the baby started crying. As I'd already given him the
bottle, I thought of giving him a pacifier. I could have done so. But I saw
or I thought I saw the baby staring at my breasts. Well, I carried him and
thought some actual nipples would be better than a pacifier and, long story
short, I offered him my breasts. It was a weird, uncomfortable sensation,
but I liked it.
From then on, I often offered him my breasts. In a matter of days, they grew
even bigger; I couldn't believe nobody noticed it, despite the binding, but
nobody said anything.
One day, I felt my breasts had grown noticeably during the night, and I
waited anxiously for everyone to leave, so I could unbind them and go bare-
chested. That day, when the baby sucked on my breast, I noticed something
strange. I pulled him away and saw what I suspected: milk on his lips. I
went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror: there was a drop of milk on
the nipple the baby had suckled. Not only had I grown breasts, I'd nursed a
baby, and it was due to lactation that my breasts had swollen the night
before.
From that day on, I never gave the baby the bottle again, and I breastfed
him when we were alone. Soon it wasn't just my breasts, I noticed my voice
becoming higher-pitched, and by the fit of my clothes I knew my buttocks
were becoming rounder. Maybe I was paranoid, but sometimes I thought my
facial features were becoming more delicate, my hands more feminine, without
being able to spot an obvious difference
Some days later, I was breastfeeding the baby as was now routine, when I
looked up and saw my aunt looking at me in silence. She was barefoot, no
doubt so I wouldn't hear her footsteps as she approached; I don't know if
she'd come back hours early so surrepticiously that I didn't hear her come
in or if she simply had stayed behind discreetly.
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