Mom pulled my shirt up and placed one falsie in. After studying it for a minute, she pulled it out and stuffed in a few more cotton balls.
Then she worked on making the second the same size as the first.
Once she had them finished, she placed them in my bra.
“I don’t know if I would say you’re lucky or if you missed out, but you get to start out with a B cup,”
She stated stepping back to look at her work.
“Straighten your back, stand proud,”
I did as she asked.
“Becky can you come here?” Mom called.
Becky stopped at the door, “What?”
“Stand next to your brother; I need to see if I got the size right.”
“Cute,” Becky said, thinking ‘I needed to get a photo of my little sissy brother.’
Mom reached under my shirt and pulled down on the bra.
“Your breasts are too high,” she told me while adjusting the shoulder straps.
I blushed.
Next door in trailer eleven, Vanessa happened to glance out the side window.
She was shocked by what she saw.
Bobby her neighbor and best friend, was wearing a bra, and Mrs. Strikler was adjusting the straps.
“What the…” Vanessa muttered.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Kiss asked.
“It’s Bobby. You’re not going to believe me, but he is wearing a bra.”
Mrs. Kiss walked over to the window, “So she did it.”
“Did what?” asked Vanessa.
“Becky needed a dress form for the prom dress she is sewing.
Linda tried to borrow a form, without any luck. So she talked about having Bobby act as the form.”
“You’re kidding, why?” Vanessa made the statement like poor Bobby.
“Bobby’s thirteenth birthday is in a couple weeks.
She is trying to save money to buy him that gaming station he wants.”
“Oh,” Vanessa found seeing Bobby wearing a bra intriguing.
“You should go over there and give him some words of encouragement.”
“We have a quiz in Spanish tomorrow; I could go over to study.”
“That is a good idea, but what ever you do, don’t giggle or laugh at him.”
“Mom! I wouldn’t do that. He’s my best friend.”
“I know, it’s just the slightest bit of teasing could ruin everything.”
Vanessa grabbed her books and headed over to Bobby’s trailer.
Mom pulled my T-shirt down into place.
She fussed with the breasts, squeezing them together, and then pushing on them.
It was an odd having my mother shape my breasts.
“There, what do you think?” Mom asked.
“They look natural on him,” Becky said.
I could feel that I was getting aroused, “Mom I can’t do this.”
“What?”
“I can’t,”
Mom cut me off by putting her hand in front of my face,
“Bobby I am getting tired of your constant whining.”
I saw Becky smile.
“Sorry,” I told Mom.
“I think he needs a thinner waist, I’m not fat,” Becky stated.
Mom defended me, “Bobby is not fat.”
I thought myself to be nothing but skin and bones,
how Becky could suggest I’m fat was unbelievable. Mom measured us, at Becky urging.
Becky had a thinner waist. I could not believe she was two inches smaller.
I felt fat.
“Suck it in tubby,” Becky patted my stomach.
“Mom!”
“Becky, you could be nicer, he is doing you a favor,” Mom reminded her.
“Sorry.”
I froze with fear hearing a knock at the front door.
It was then that I realized the curtains were open. Anybody walking by could spy me.
My fear grew thinking about all the people who could have seen me.
How many kids in school would know that I liked to wear my sister’s panties and bra?
“Can you get that?” Mom asked Becky.
“Mom!” I protested, “Don’t let her let anybody in.”
“Hi,” I heard Becky.
“Hi Becky, is Bobby here?” It was Vanessa.
Becky had heard Bobby’s protest, but the situation was too perfect.
“Come in,” Becky said stepping back, so Vanessa could see her new little sissy play friend.
“Bobby Vanessa is here.”
I whispered to Mom, “I can’t go out there. Can you get rid of her?”