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All my life, I’d thought of breasts as magical bags of fun-filled flesh. It had never dawned on me that they could function like two extra armpits. I switched to a spare tee in my car, but it fit me like a tent. Mostly, because my clothes were now sweaty in ways that were entirely new to me.

"Guess I better get this over with. Parking again, I got out and walked into the shopping mall that the gym was attached to. "Fuck," I said, looking up at the rearview mirror. The place was a little dimmer than the rest of the mall, and trendy, bass-heavy music was playing somewhere in the ceiling. But I'm building up to something.

I walked into the first women’s clothing store I found. A salesgirl marked me immediately and walked over, smiling. As obnoxious as it sounds, I couldn’t help but respect the subtle manipulation. I walked out of the gym feeling fresh and clean, mostly. Author's note: this chapter is less sexy than my usual work, sorry!

" I had planned to hairy lesbians tumblr leave the parking lot, getting about more important business, but instead I drove to a different part of the same lot. Can I help you with anything? "I’m new to… well, I’m new in town, and all my clothes are gone due to shenanigans. " "Shit, I hope so," I said, pushing australia women porn some hair back from my face.

" Cindy was remarkably understanding of the unusual situation and asked very few questions about how a year old woman could come to have no clothing and no idea what her own sizes were. We started with the basic measurements, confirming that I was just into the C-cup range and learning my sizes, then went from there.

"You’ve totally come to the right place…" "Shawna. I need, you know, woman clothing. " Cindy grinned, and I could swear I saw little dollar signs in her eyes. Of course, before I could try anything on, I needed proper underwear. " I finally gave in and let her pick out a few matching sets for me. I was adamant that nobody would be seeing my bra and panties anytime soon, but Cindy insisted.

And the panties that matched it hugged my hips like a second skin. " she said with a little more enthusiasm than I was prepared to deal with. I found the sports bra the most comfortable, but I had to admit the little red padded underwire deal seemed to have magical powers of cleavage-summoning.

" I looked in the mirror and smiled. "You’re about the same size as I am, and believe me my boyfriend goes nuts for the lift-and-squish look. She was right; I looked hot. Hell, I’d earned a little fun time, right? " I’m not proud of how long I spent in that store. "Gorgeous," Cindy said, poking her head into the changeroom.

Do you know your measurements? I ditched my initial plan of "just get some jeans and shirts that fit". It wasn’t even the commission anymore for Cindy; I became her life-sized Barbie doll, and she seemed to delight in dressing me up for all sorts of different times and places.

"You never know," she said, "when some handsome man - or pretty girl if that’s your scene - might happen along to sweep you off your feet. "We could get you a full makeover. Workout gear that was sexier than it had any business being, casual shirts and cut-offs, business-appropriate suits with ass-hugging skirts… I even let her talk me into a bikini, for some reason.

" She shrugged and handed me a card. When we were done, it was almost lunchtime and I had enough bags that I needed someone else to help carry them to my car. She’d talked me into a little lip gloss and sold me a couple brushes for my hair, but I wasn’t quite ready to paint my face up. "Are you sure you won’t let my stylist friend at you? "but I really do have to get some things done.

"Call me if you change your mind. "I just might," I said, looking down at my jeans in disappointment. "And I think I’ll take that messenger bag after all. You seem like you’d be fun in the clubs, and I’d love to see what the boys think of you! " I had lunch at the food court.

It was a tight fit; women’s clothing, while fun and flattering, is terribly lacking in the pocket-space department. Or if you want to hit the town. " I smirked, slipping the card into the pocket of my new jeans. "Okay, Cindy," I said, turning to admire my profile, "let’s see what else your boyfriend goes nuts for.

I had to bite my cheek to keep from reacting, especially when I noticed how much extra food he’d piled onto my plate. I immediately resolved to wear low necklines to mall chinese places more often. The effects on people around me were surprising. I didn’t even notice it at first, but the kid at the register kept glancing down and up, unable to keep from looking at my body.

Some were intrigued; others looked envious. It felt great being looked at and desired by so many people. Some teenage boys whispered to each other nearby, but turned and walked away quickly when they saw I’d noticed them. There was a group of fat women giving me death-glares while I enjoyed my heaping plate of greasy food.

I was wearing my jeans, a v-neck shirt that matched my eyes, and a pair of shoes that had no business being so cute and so comfortable at the same time. I shoved the feeling back down into the feminine part of my mind that I was trying to keep High Definition Porn Photo locked up and left the mall without finishing my food. But I was getting distracted.

He was a trust-fund heir, and he’d always been into the "strange and unusual. There were lots of eyes following me as I sat down and ate, too. This was getting entirely too real for me. We’d gone to the same schools, dated some of the same girls, frequented the same bars.

" His response came right away. Remember that girl I bagged at the office party? " "Not really sure where to start. " "Nope but her gypsy grandma cursed me. " I figured one of his best friends growing girlparts would rank up there somewhere, so I sat in my car and sent him a message from my phone. But you won’t recognize me.

" I ignored his responses and the subsequent ringing of his call, starting up the car and driving out of the lot. I caught myself smiling at the attention. She come back to work? I already knew the door code, so I rode the elevator up and knocked on the door. Tommy Elliott had been my friend since we were kids.

Tommy seemed confused but happy to see me. Tommy’s condo apartment was across town, but I got there in record time. " He closed the door and followed to where I had sat on his couch. " I sighed, then typed a response. Should you loved this post and also you wish to be given details with regards to australia women porn kindly go to the web-site. "What can I do for-" "Shut up, Tommy, it’s me," I said, pushing past him into the apartment. "When we were twelve, you got your dick stuck in a soda bottle.

"Listen, miss, I don’t know you. I couldn’t blame him; it’s not every day a cute, sporty chick with nice tits knocks on your door at random. I’ll explain when there. I’d angela white galleries like to know you, but I don’t know you. I had to help you ice the glass so you could get it out.

I’ll just give you a minute. "Well hello there," he said, pouring on his usual charm. " Tommy’s eyes widened. " Shawn sat down in the armchair opposite me. "How the hell would you know-" "Because I’m Shawn," I said, tossing my wallet on the table with my I. " "Shit man… you’re hot! "Shit man, I’m sorry. " I explained to Tommy the situation as I knew it, with a few details left out: I fucked the temp, her family was pissed off, gypsy curse no more penis.

And homegrown pron my face is up here. " "Your tits," he explained. I mean, you’re my bro… but you’ve got that body now. " I grumbled, crossing my arms. " "Fuck no," I said, glaring at him. To his credit, he managed to keep his eyes mostly on my face while I spoke.

It’s just, you know, distracting. Hell, we went to the beach last weekend. " "Yeah well last weekend I had awesome pecs and you weren’t staring like you wanted to lick ice cream off ‘em. Besides, I don’t have any ice cream. You’re exaggerating. I’m just curious is all. Can we move on, please?

It’s not like I’ve never seen you topless. I mean, damn, they did a nice job. C’mon, lose the bra. " Tommy waved his hand. Just check the hall of records downtown on Monday. They’ll have some sorta trail. "I’d like to see them. But I’m certainly not satisfied with that little tease. "Damn, you’ve got skin like a teenager. " "Yeah, it’s a new body," I explained.

" I snapped my fingers a few times. "Alright, fine," I said, pulling up the front of my shirt to reveal my bra. "It’s been a while since I felt up a virgin, and never one who was all grown up. Taxes, carny fees, whatever. " "Dude, this whole situation is weird. " His hands were moving as he spoke, and before I knew what was going on he’d pushed my bra up with my shirt and was squeezing my breasts with both hands.

"God, Shawn, look at these things. "It’s not gay… Shawna. "No sun, no wrinkles or laugh-lines, no scars. " I yelped in surprise and batted his hands away. " He leaned closer and ran a hand up my leg. You can’t say you aren’t enjoying being touched. Part of me enjoyed the attention, the validation.

I let out a little sigh. "I’m not gonna gay out with you. "Fuck, Tom, quit it," I said. " He got up and moved over to sit next to me. His mouth pressed over mine, cutting off my protests. Then his hand was between my legs and he was grabbing my chest with the other one. It was such a bizarre feeling. And under that, the part of me that I wasn’t listening to wasn’t excited or angry.

My mind was pissed off at my friend for not taking my problem seriously and for trying this creepy shit with me. I was pulled in too many directions at once. My body was excited, moaning and kissing him back, wanting to give in and let myself be touched.

" His hand slid higher on my inner thigh, and part of my mind told me to relax and let him touch me. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. " His hand, still between my legs, pushed up against the warmth there and I realized he was right; my traitorous body was rapidly soaking my cute new panties.

Tommy took the opportunity to lean down on top of me, pressing his mouth over mine once more. "I’m sorry, it’s just you look so sweet, and I can tell you’re into it. He had me halfway pushed over, so I ended up on my back on the couch. "Holy shit Tommy, what the fuck! I shoved him back once again and rolled out from under him, landing on the floor in a graceless heap and scrambling to my feet.

I know you’re wet right now. After a moment, I realized it was his dick; he’d moved my hand onto his crotch and was rubbing himself on my palm. I had to go, to get out. "Wait baby, come back," Tommy called. I bolted for the door. I gasped softly at the jolt of sensation from the pressure. "Fuck you, Tom," I yelled, slamming his door behind myself and dashing for the stairs.

It was eleven floors down, and I ran the whole way, certain he would be right behind me. It hadn’t been raining before, but it apparently was the day that everything went as horribly as possible, so pretty quickly I was soaked through. My eyes stung with tears and I couldn’t remember where my car was, so I ran down the sidewalk away from Tommy’s building wiping my face with both hands.

The only sounds I could hear were my own frantic steps and the pounding of my heart in my ears, but I didn’t dare look back. Still, it surprised me when I ran into a firm wall in the middle of the sidewalk. Are you alright, miss? I had pulled my shirt down at some point, but my bra was still practically up around my neck, and the cold water made the shirt cling miserably to me.

It surprised me more when the wall put its hands on my shoulders. "What are you doing here? " "Just walking home from the store," he said, nodding toward the pavement. " I knew that voice. He felt heavy and hot and there was something rubbing against my hand. I followed his gaze to a small grocery bag and discarded umbrella. I hit the bottom door at full speed and flew out into the rain.

" I chuckled between sobs, somehow. My body tensed and I looked up - way up - into the familiar concerned eyes of the Viking. "Hey, I know you," he said. With the big bench press? He’d think I was crazy! "Because from where I’m standing it looks pretty simple. " I looked up at him again. "Look, it’s not like that.

He looked honestly concerned, but I didn’t feel like I could tell him anything. I was just at a friend’s apartment, and things got… weird. "Whoa, hey, careful there! " "I mean, I’m not some kind of… you know, street girl. " He reached over and touched the bra strap that was hanging out of my top, and I realized that both cups were showing where they’d been pushed up over my chest.

" "Well what are you doing out here crying in the rain? "Hey, hey, I’m sorry," he said softly. "I didn’t mean to make it worse. "God dammit…" Chris stepped in again, wrapping his arms around me. "It’s… complicated," I finally said. Come on, let’s get you out porn of the girls the rain and you can dry off, then I’ll take you home.

Maybe someone with a badge and a gun? "Do I need to have someone come round and talk to your ‘friend’? I just have to find…" I coughed, and suddenly I was crying again.