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The First Bra
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The first bra....I have breasts!!!!
I can remember the first time I was told that I would
need to go with my step-mother to the store and shop
for my first bra. I remember that summer my little
buds of breasts began to take their shape. I thought
what is the big deal, after all I have not changed all
that much. School started and all of us girls were in
gym together. Giggles could be heard all over, we were
discovering that we were growing up.
One day while in PE we were dressing for gym and I saw
my friend looking at me and she said oh girl you need
a bra. I looked down and saw that I had some slight
swelling around those things they called nipples. I
could not believe that I was going to have to wear one
of those things. I also knew that the boys judged the
girls by if they wore a bra or not. I remember my
daddy teasing me about needing a bra and my step-mother
telling him not to tease me. I guess I was about 10 or
eleven at the time. I was also learning about the other
things 'women' went through as they grow up.
That night while alone in the bathroom I looked in the
mirror and admired the slight swelling I saw. I took my
hand and rubbed the area, gosh that feels pretty good.
I wondered just how big I would be. Would the boys see
that I was growing up into a woman. Better yet would
daddy notice that I was becoming a woman? He is the
most important person in my life then and now. I saw
the way he would look at me when I was dressed up!! I
so wanted to please him anyway I could.
I wondered if I would ever fill up one of those big bras
that my mom wore! Gosh to have something that big to
touch and play with. I remember seeing that woman nurse
her baby and wondered if I would ever have a baby at my
breast. The sucking of my nipples, just how do they do
that? I thought maybe I could have someone do that and
I could see what it would feel like. I also was thinking
about the fact that milk would be in my breast, how would
it get there and why? Off to the store we went, I tried
on several styles and the lady at the counter said, honey
you need a little more than a training bra. I was so
proud to know I had breasts. That I finally was going to
be a woman.
I got into the tub and soaped up to clean, I just could not
take my hands off my breasts. I loved the feeling of having
them touched. I wanted daddy to touch me. Please daddy
come in here and see your little girls tits. I played with
my new found breasts quite often then and still do, gosh
they are not too bad. Still love the feel of someones hands
touching my breasts. Yes Daddy stills notices I have
large breasts. If only he would let me show him, just what
he helped make I think he would be proud.88
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