I ignored it until I couldn’t anymore, and by then the Doctor knew what it was in an instant. I had developed just like a woman, two beautiful and bountiful orbs that actually required a bra because they were so big.
I had to keep it secret. My roommate couldn’t know.
If he did Alan would tease and tell everyone. My secret would be out and my college experience would be ruined forever. I couldn’t let him know, but I had to be an idiot and forget to lock the door.
He’s seen them. He knows what they are. And he wants to see them again.
Why do I want to show him?
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“Can I confess something,” he said to me, his voice going low as he ducked in close.
“Sure,” I replied, my breath coming a bit ragged as I noticed all of a sudden how tipsy I was getting.
“Your breasts,” he said softly, his hand touching my knee as he leaned in to me, “They’re really nice.”
I swallowed hard, not knowing why this was affecting me quite as much as it was. I was straight and I’d always been straight but Alan was something else and this was something else. This was hitting me harder than anything had ever hit me before.
“Thanks,” I said, not knowing quite why I’d thanked him for a compliment on something that I didn’t even want in the first place. My heart was pounding as I was desperately trying to understand the torrent of confusion in my body and trying to figure out where this was all going.
“Can I see them again,” he asked, so innocent and eager that it was difficult to say no, “Please.”
“Okay,” I said shivering a bit, I reached for the buttons on my shirt as his eyes darted from my hands to my eyes again. He was so close to me now, I could practically feel the heat radiating from off of his body.
Why was I doing this for him? Why was I going to show him my breasts? Why did I want him to look at me so badly?
The last button was undone and I held the fabric of my plaid shirt for just a moment before pulling it apart. I blushed as I slipped it off of my shoulders and slipped it down, giving him an up and close view of my bra clad breasts.
“Please,” he begged, “The bra.”
Reaching behind me with fingers that worked with sureness and familiarity I unclipped the bra and felt the relief on my skin. It was so tight on me now and it held me too much. I needed this relief more than he needed the view, or at least that’s what I told myself as I kept my eyes shut I let my bra slip into my lap.
I knew that I was blushing and I couldn’t do anything about it. I could feel his eyes on me but I couldn’t bring myself to open his eyes. I couldn’t bring it in me to watch him stare at me.
Until he finally whispered, “Beautiful,” and I felt relief wash over me.