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Chapter six: My first bra
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she picked one out
At 10:20, I insisted on putting my shirt back on before looking at the
selections so she left ahead of me to check on other customers.
I was out just there a few seconds when I saw it. I ran right over to a
rack of bras in bright pink. Most girls go for the new fads of dress or
the music of the day but I loved the color.
"Let's start you with white." she exclaimed. I looked sad. She said I
would feel like boys are staring at me if I wore a fancy one. "You will
get used to them soon enough." "For the party we can get you one that is
worthy of a future movie star." I said okay hesitantly.
She walked me around to the side. I saw there were many racks of
different styles and colors. I knew that bras came in different styles,
but I had no idea there were quite so many.
We stopped at the mostly colorless Junior Bazaar rack and she picked out
a white plain one. I looked disappointed until she said she had a similar
one but in black and maybe next year I will have grown up enough to get
one. Again I smiled and she smiled back.
Now if the girls ask you if the pretty one is your first bra then you can
say you have being wearing one for a while before you bought it. She took
one of them off the rack then had me go change into them to see how they
fit.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how much I love my bra
At 10:30 am, I stared at it as it left a lasting impression on me as if
that single garment acknowledged the loss of my childhood. It gratefully
reminded me who I was and who I had become.
It was ever so very pretty even though it was white. I wanted so bad to
hold it in my hand and feel the sensation of the touch of the elastic
against my fingers. I should have become embarrassed when she noticed me
looking at it and admiring it too much. She handed it out to me. I
thanked her and reached up and hugged her as a thank you gesture. Then I
smiled to her as I reached for it.
It was so clean and new and more over it felt fantastic to me, it was
like I had gone to heaven. I was so relieved because I've wanted one for
ages. I was learning to love how girl's clothes felt. I began to caress
it my fingertips. I noticed she liked that.
It felt amazing in my hands! It felt just SO RIGHT for me, I couldn't
explain it, but I knew I had to have it. My fingers closed around it and
I brought it to my face. It felt and smelled exactly the same as I had
imagined it.
I couldn't take my eyes off it. "I can guess by your reaction that you
have been looking forward to this. No wonder since it is the most
momentous day in a girl's life before she gets married. After you get
accustomed to wearing your bra, you'll want to wear one all the time."
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she explained how to put it on
At 10:35 am, I was so freaking scared. She giggled and said here come
with me. Again she takes me into the change-room and starts undoing the
top buttons. She was such a professional I didn't hesitate to let her.
One by one it is like she is pulling off my layers of fake and becoming
the true me. When she is down to the last three buttons she lets me take
over. While I undo these last buttons she takes the bra off the hanger
and opens the back. Then she helps me out of my blouse.
Then as I am standing there what feels totally naked she shows me new
girlish things that I will have to master before I can satisfy to my new
pseudo mother that I can competently be feminine enough to survive alone.
I am so happy she is taking the extra effort because my own mother would
be appalled at what I am about to learn.
First she shows me the hook at the back with several eyes. She explains
that putting the hooks in differently can adjust the size as needed. She
adds that one or the other back straps can get twisted and then shows me
on the bra. She explains that then my bra will be vulnerable to onlookers
who can see that I have on a bra and that I am a novice who gets it
twisted.
Then she puts on a pretend bra showing me how a lady slides her bra onto
over her shoulders, leans forward into it to allow her breasts to
properly settle into her bra cups, then reaches behind and hooks her bra
up. She does it a second time while explaining each step. Next I have to
put on a pretend bra twice until she is satisfied.
She says the straps will seem to dig in for the next couple of weeks but
they don't actually and I bet after a while they won't bother you at all.
I already knew they weren't going to bother me at all even if they did
dig in.
Then she assists as I really put it on. I was so embarrassed that I
wanted her to wait outside for me to try it on especially when I leaned
forward and allowed my non-existent breasts to find their proper spot in
my bra cups. It is so dreamy that I almost faint from pure pleasure. It
was definitely a much different feeling from anything I had worn before.
She was right to stay because I needed a lot of help. She has to guide my
hands so they find the hooks then bring them together to find each other.
She says most beginners usually clip it on backwards then spin it around
and put their hands through but that makes it hard to tell what they are
training to do.
Dear diary, Let me tell you about her story
At 10:45 am, she tells me that when she was learning her sister told her
a trick about boys. I didn't want to hear about boys but I was in such a
heightened state after the best moment ever that I was able to pretend I
was apathetic instead of disgusted. "Oh?" I replied.
She takes a sidebar thought, "She is young and hasn't become fascinated
with boys yet." However she decides that since I am buying a bra then I
am taking my first steps. "Yes, she will discover them soon enough," she
answers her thoughts to herself. She does choose to leave out the section
her sister told her why the hook was the boy and the eye was the girl.
She says that she pretended they were lovers and she must guide their
lips to kiss. She said she imagined if she kissed nicely with a boy that
she liked then he would become her real boyfriend. "I practiced all
weekend and then when I went to school Monday I find out that he moved
away. I didn't practice after that but by then I didn't need it."
She was a good story teller and I didn't want to upset her. "You must
have been sad." I said pretending to understand. She replied, "Actually I
was more like mad. It was partly because he never told me he was moving
but mostly because I got jealous that he told another girl."
Again I chose not to tell her that I only like girls. It's already bad
enough that I like girl clothes. If she found out I like girls too and
daydream about kissing them then she might be ashamed to even have known
me. I just smile while try to look sympathetic.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she adjusts it
At 10:50 am, back to business, she then showed me how to check to see if
I got anything twisted and then to adjust its straps even though to me it
fit perfect. But she is an expert who still needs to adjust it even
better. She then told me to be careful and not to ever adjust it while
boys are looking.
Next she had me take it off and put it on five more times. My arms were
not used to going all the way behind my back so I had some trouble on all
but the last one. She said I will be used to it like other girls in no
time. She must have been a good teacher because I still put my bra on the
exact same way today.
I was so exhausted that I just slid down on the floor and then started
crying again. She sympathetically asked "What is wrong Honey?" I sobbed
back, "I didn't think anything could be this 'dream come true' perfect.
You are such a wonderful person which makes me so ashamed that I wasn't
nicer to you." She responded, "You are such a pretty girl when you don't
cry. It is silly to be upset about something such a long time ago."
She was bubbling with excitement as she pulled me up, "You need to see
for yourself the pretty girl in this mirror." She said, "There, see how
much you look like a grownup girl now". And a moment later I was staring
at this vaguely familiar little girl with tears streaming down her
cheeks. I was totally drifting into a trance. I was really way out of my
mind with pleasure now and that's the way it should be.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she brought in the panties
At 11:00 am, she gets me the matching panties and I ask if I can put them
on alone. I say I am not used to ladies or anyone seeing me in just
panties. She then handed me a pair of matching panties and told me to put
them on.
She then went out of the room and knocked before bringing more. I already
had my tights back on and was doing up my jeans zipper. So I welcome her,
"It was very nice of you to go to all this trouble especially since these
ones fit very nice." She humbly replied, "Not at all." Her answer
confirmed that she was definitely making sure to be as professional as
possible.
I started putting my shirt back on and she said it wasn't necessary here.
I somehow got the perfect thought and said it was too cold with just a
bra. She giggled, "OK Penny, I know how you feel." She meant that she
realizes that I am way too shy to just wear a bra even in her sanctuary.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she had me walk around the store
At 11:10, I peeked out of the change room door, saw it was clear and
dashed for the triple sided mirror. I was about to head back to take it
off when the lady suggested that I try wearing it around the store where
there are no boys. I would agree as long as no one could see it under my
shirt.
I say, "I would die of embarrassment if my brothers caught me in a bra."
She replies, "In our community there are no boys." I imagined it might be
filling a blouse out and felling so wonderful around my shoulders and
back. It had been only three minutes and I was already addicted to bras.
She consulted with me and despite my objections decided that I'd love to
wear it home.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she rung it up and now I own it
At 11:25 am, I had taken five times the money so I could buy several but
again they were more costly than I guessed. My eyes got so huge that I
wanted everything. However I did not bring enough money for everything I
wanted as I was expecting to just buy a few and leave.
I pretended that I knew what I was doing and propped my wallet on the
counter. Seconds later my heart is screaming, "I own my own bra. I
actually own my own bra." From that point on I had to accept I am more
girl than boy. I was a grown up girl for all intents and purposes.
Let me tell you how she offered lunch
At 11:30 am, she said "I won't need to wrap it because of course you are
going to wear it home." I said that I didn't think that was a good idea.
She said that if I wore it around the store until noon then she would
take me for lunch. Then after lunch I can decide to wear it home or not.
I don't know who was more excited about the dressing up, the lady or me,
but we sure had a wonderful time. And now she invited me to be a girl
while we went for lunch while she helped me get used to my new life.
It was spontaneously generous of her so I thanked her. I actually meant I
thanked her for making me into a girl but I didn't want to embarrass her
so this way I let her pretend the thank you was for lunch.
Let me tell you how I shopped until lunch
At 11:35 am, she said let's look for your party bra and is there anything
else you would like to look at today?
After about a quarter hour, I had tried on and bought a lacy pink padded
bra for the party and two pair of tights to return to Brenda. It was a
day of girly shopping and I loved every second of it especially since I
spent most of it wearing my own bra.
It seemed I handled everything in the junior bazaar section of the store
and now have a few sets to relish in. I would have bought them all but
then my parents would ask me where all my money went.
There were a few moments before lunch so I had a chance to get caught up
with my diary while waiting. She saw me writing and meant to ask why but
there was never the right moment because she did not want to disturb my
focus.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how we went for lunch
At 12:00 noon, we go to the Sears restaurant on the second floor. She had
to hold my hand on the escalator because I was so nervous. I was not near
as embarrassed as I would have been without her.
I did look good and should be proud of my bravery to go out dressed as I
was. Once past the embarrassment, I can remember that I was not prepared
for the thrill of wearing such feminine of girls' clothes.
In a short time we were seated and ordered salads. I felt more grown up
having a salad instead of the burger that Penny's roommate would have
liked. She saw that I followed her lead with the salad and figured that I
would have never ordered one for myself so she added a plate of fries
that we could share.
She started the conversation with "I hope you enjoy yourself at the
party." I replied, "I will for sure now; thanks ever so much." It was
really nice to have her support on the loveliest and most adventurous day
of my life.
Penny and I were going to have to spend more days like this. I really
didn't want her to take the back seat, so I decided that the plan now
would be that I will stay wearing my bra. Penny is going to take the bus
back and walk through my neighborhood until she gets into our bedroom.
Dear diary, Let me tell you how she gives me advice
A 12:05 pm, I'm sort of nervous so I start talking. "A few of my
classmates have started to wear bras in our last year but my chest is
still totally flat." I continue, "I was picked on at home before but now
it will be so much worse. I am not really a cry-baby but even my younger
brother gets to boss me."
I carry on saying, "My bratty brothers are going to grab the back of my
brand new bra and snap it. They will get such a trill to bug me so they
will keep doing it." She says, "A bra is so grown up, and now maybe they
will treat you better." I say, "I'm just the runt brother."
I was starting to get upset so she asked, "They should treat you better
because you are a real girl now. You just have to force them to think of
you as a girl by wearing your bra every day." I say, "I suppose you are
right."
Then I say, "I wish I could act more girly and not have anyone notice so
they won't tease me. But it would be nice to have a friend instead of
brothers. They can insult me until I curl up and die but I still love
them."
She says, "Boys just don't know how to act properly around girls. I was
also picked on a little but I still went on." I ask, "Does this happen to
everybody?" She replies, "Every one of the girls she knows got teased."
I did feel better, but not entirely. "I have to go ahead; I can't go
back; I have nothing to go back to. I want to be like my big brothers but
I want to be me too. I have to make my own way or stop trying."
Our food comes and she says, "Good for you Honey. It is still OK to be a
tomboy now and then, but don't worry if you get too busy. Being a woman
takes a lot of time." I simply reply, "I'll take your word for it.", as I
eat all the fries without realizing it.
I reply, "I didn't have time then to indulge in my emerging girlhood or
womanhood actually." She says, "You know I don't think you can help
loving to do this." Who'd thought that this would be so much fun for a
boy?
I excused myself to go use the washroom and she said it was near the
door.
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