Ukyo didn't even have time to shower, just dress! She was late opening her restaurant as it was! She automatically picked up her breast binding from where she had left it and started to wrap herself.
The strip of cloth did sink into her tit flesh, but it did not, would not compress them. And what was more, she discovered how sensitive her tits were now! Her nipples were hardening on top of her puffing areolas. Did her areas surrounding her nipples puff out before? Wouldn't that make even wearing a top, uh, "bother" them? Especially a rough fabric like her okonomiyaki cook's uniform had.
Screw the binding! And screw-
*Sigh!* ' have to wear a top. And my uniform's my trademark. Customers' expect a see me in it." She lightly pushed up on her tits and watched them rise up to her collar bone and gently fall back. (It took a couple of more jiggles before they settled down.) "I wonder how these are going a affect business?"
The first try at pulling on a black t-shirt told her she wasn't going to be able to fit her new tits underneath any she had. She had to settle throwing on her uniform jacket and tying its cinch tight!
As she bounced her way down the stairs from her upstairs apartment, a couple of scenes from a movie she saw flashed through her mind. It was an American movie, a cartoon. The scenes starred a character called Jessica Rabbit. She had the strangest feeling (emotionally AND physically) that her new tits were moving like that animated woman's did: Going in the opposite direction as those in real life did.
"Ukyo-sama!" Konatsu greeted her. One practiced glance, and Ukyo knew her "waitress" had opened up the restaurant for her. The woman-man in the kimono froze when he couldn't help noticing her new chest.
But only for a moment. He quickly, self-consciously, turned his eyes away. And he seemed to determined to keep them away.
"Yeah. ' noticed. What do you think, Konatsu?"
He purposefully went about his duties, concentrating on only what was before him. After an awkward silence, he said, "I do not think about breasts."
"Yeah. I understand. You were raised by your wicked stepmother and her two daughters to think you were a girl. But you're a boy and can't have tits. Not real tits. Not without taking doses of hormones."
"I do not think about breasts, because my stepfamily ran the Red Hot Kunoichi Tea House. I have seen more breasts than I care to."
"Eww! At least you weren't related to those ugly broads."
And he meant it. Her "waitress" refused to get near her.
And that was a problem. What was going to happen when the customers came in? A waitress handed the orders to the cook and picked up them up to deliver.
Wait! In the back of her mind, Ukyo remembered a chapter in that book. It was how to make others comfortable being around large tits.
"Well, if I'm going a do it, I better do it now. The customers ought to be coming in soon.
"Oh, Konatsu, as your boss, I want you to look at me!"
Mon Aug 06 01:59:24 2018
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