(Originally on writing.com)
I remembered that my bra had been irritating me that day. So much so that I used the token and swapped my breasts onto my little brother. I didn’t know the swaps made with the token could not be reversed. The only good thing about it was I was no bigger than a B-cup. Still… watching a 6-year old’s t-shirt fill out with a pair of teenage boobs was a bizarre sight. Damn that day!!
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Back to the present:
I was sat on the end of my bed busily texting on my phone, agreeing to meet my friends for a trip to the mall. I was all dressed ready to go, wearing my favorite ‘distressed’ denim skirt, flats, and a denim jacket, while underneath the jacket I had on a plain white t-shirt… flat against my chest. There was no need to wear a bra anymore, since all I had were underdeveloped boy’s nipples.
I was so glad none of my friends, or anyone else for that matter, noticed anything out of the ordinary. It still really didn’t make me feel any better though.
With the text message sent, I slipped my phone in my jacket pocket and quickly ran downstairs, passing Joseph in the living room as he watched his cartoons… and trying no to notice the way his new breasts pushed out his pyjama top. “That is so fucked up!” I repeated, as I had often ever since the ‘incident’ with the token.
“I’m going out mom, be back later okay.” I said, disappearing out the door and heading to the bus stop, where I had arranged to meet my three friends, Abbey, Georgia and Chloe. I once more felt the odd one out when I saw the low-cut tops they were all wearing. They certainly wanted to turn some boys’ heads. Still, at least none of them made fun of me for being flat-chested.
“Ready to go?” I asked them, just as the bus rounded the corner.
“You bet GF!” Georgia smiled, then we all piled on the bus and made our way to the mall a couple of miles away.
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Wed Aug 16 10:23:17 2017