by Julie D Cole

As we drove back to Em’s apartment I tried to find out what she had purchased but all she would say was ‘later’. She seemed to have a slight smirk on her face all the way home and occasionally she would smile and shake her head. I tried guessing but she didn’t react. I wasn’t used to being spoiled and Em had said she thought we should experiment a bit.

I needed something because once again I looked down at the two mounds with the safety belt nestled between them. I looked as if I had a bust the same size as Em with the belt between them and I found myself comparing.

It did have an effect on me again and my nipples were tingling and in fact they were sticking out like coat pegs or Chapel Hat Pegs as some school friends had often remarked when leering over girls on a cold day on the sports field. I never expected that I might look the same and wondered if it was some sort of punishment. But I’d never leered or ogled the girls and I certainly never jeered at them. Maybe some of the guys deserved this retribution but surely not me?

I couldn’t help but touch them and as subtle as I tried to be I saw that Em was watching from the corner of her eye. She just stayed quiet.

Finally we arrived at the car park area and Em reached over to open the glove box gently touching me with her arm and apologising as I tried to breathe in and pull back. She smiled and said ‘Sorry Kim, but you do seem to be sticking out a bit. I’ll try to be more careful next time.’

‘Err, it’s OK I don’t know whats happening to me. I can’t seem to stop them and today they have been a little bit uncomfortable and slightly sore.’

‘Never mind I bought you a few things and also some creams to rub into them that will help a lot. I can swear by them since I used them myself when I went through puberty.’

I carried some of the bags as well as the kit that I’d been given as we headed for the reception to the apartment. I was taken aback a bit by a comment from the Porter ‘Hi girls. Had a good day shopping.’

‘I turned to answer but Em interrupted and said ‘Yeah we’re ready for a shower and a glass of something whilst we enjoy the evening sunshine on the balcony.’

‘Em I’m getting fed up of this. I gotta do something about these things. This is getting to be too frequent. Do you think I need to see a doctor or something? ’

She just laughed and said it was late puberty and I should let things take their course. She said that in fact I should be flattered and enjoy the complements and learn how to exploit the situation like women do and be girly if I wanted since I was a long way from home and she’d not say anything to anybody or make fun of me.

I found this confused me even more but Em just followed up by saying I was lucky not unlucky since many men now have soft features but never get chance to exploit them. She remarked that it wasn’t just my chest that was causing all the confusion and I should emphasise my feminine look and not try to hide it.

As we entered the apartment I stopped to look in the hall mirror. I guess my long hair and slight build were contributing and I suppose I did have a feminine, small and slightly turned up nose and dimpled cheeks with a soft jawline. No Desperate Dan or Bluto features and no beard growth like the guys at college. But then, as Em was suggesting this look was OK these days since the girls I had become friends with seemed to prefer their men like those in the many boy bands that were around rather than the bulky muscular types like Bec’s husband.

I guess I was lagging behind a bit so Em shouted from the lift doorway ‘Come on Kim. Stop preening and come and freshen up and we’ll chill out with a couple of gin and tonics and then open a bottle of wine with dinner.

I decided to freshen up with a shower since Em had some messages on the phone and some calls to make so I got out of the way for a while.

I stripped to my shorts whilst the water ran until it was warm. All of the bathroom supplies were scented that was natural I suppose and since I didn’t want to wet my hair I found a shower cap. It was flowered but since I was alone I figured it didn’t matter. I stepped into the shower and as I glanced towards the full mirror that dominated the shower room I thought I saw a woman looking at me. It was me!

I stared at my reflection that I rarely did at home since we had few mirrors and none this size. I looked at the smooth body in front of me as I dropped my shorts and at the small pert breasts that had sprouted from the puppy fat chest during recent months. Sure they probably were accentuated by the slim waist and thin arms that needed some attention at the gym. I had to try to eat more and hoped some weight training might help. But on the other hand I never saw a woman completely naked and posed a little bit as if the reflection was a real person. Should I just accept the situation as Em had suggested since I was a stranger in these parts and I was new at the leisure centre so maybe people would take me as they found me.

I was enjoying the opportunity to pout and pose and gradually I stepped forward to take a closer look at the bust that was so evident. With such mounds it seemed to be a girl staring back from the mirror. No body hair to speak of and even my eyebrows were only slight and my eyes were light green and one of my best features according to mum.

Was this really me? I stroked my nipples with the palm of my hands. Wow the sensation was wonderful. I stood sideways on to see how I looked and then turned and looked over my shoulder. I had a firm butt and I stroked it and wondered why it was so firm since I hardly did anything except walk and climb stairs so I was lucky I supposed. Some of the guys at college were real couch potatoes by comparison.
Then I took off the cap and tussled my hair hardly believing the reflection was me and starting to believe that maybe I ought to exploit the look a bit rather than fight it. After all I might end up as some hairy monster with a paunch and a double chin like my uncles. I shuddered since I didn’t want that at all.

What was happening to me? Whilst at times it was embarrassing I was fascinated. No wonder I was teased and bullied by some of the guys at college. I couldn’t help but shudder at the embarrassment I’d felt each time a few of them had decided to strip me naked whenever they met me in the changing rooms. They told me I was in the wrong dressing rooms and would toss me out or into the swimming pool. They even carried me to the centre of the large lawn outside the main entrance and often pushed me into the female dressing rooms if no tutors were around.

I suppose it made me reluctant to go to gym classes so then I hated anything to do with sport. I could tolerate the bullying but I could never undress in front of others yet here I was taking a job at a health club where it would be difficult to avoid undressing with others. . I decided I’d use the private cubicles and never strip naked whilst others were around. At least I was around adults so I hoped I’d overcome my shyness.

I thought it would be nice to chat more with Em and let her advise me since I was sure she’d not let me embarrass myself. As I stepped back into the shower and replaced the shower cap I knew why I was being mistaken for a girl. It didn’t feel so embarrassing to stand naked and admire my figure and I smiled because at first my natural reaction was to cover my chest and bend at the knees. I knew it was my fear of showing the bust. Ha Ha. Very girly. What a stupid thing to do. I was slim and looked OK and maybe lots of people would swop places. I blew a kiss at the girl in the mirror and then nearly jumped out of my skin as Em knocked on the door and shouted to hurry up and questioning what was taking so long.

I answered and was soon soaping myself and enjoying the warm water running over my new breasts that seemed to respond. I soaped them even more and stroked them. The soreness had disappeared for now.

I towelled myself dry and put on a dressing gown to go to my room to dress.

As I passed Em she remarked how nice I looked now that I was pink and fresh from the shower. She suggested that I join her for a drink before dressing since she had already prepared two gin and tonics and set out a dish of olives. So I just excused myself to get some fresh shorts at which she handed me a pack of ladies briefs that were marked as boy cut. ‘Here let’s throw your scruffy gear away and try these. Maybe you should invest in a better style of underwear if you are working at the leisure centre and using my laundry room.

Come on let’s sit out in the sunshine and have a chat for a while.

I took care to sit properly although the dressing gown was gaping open a bit exposing my legs. Worse than that I had to take care not to expose my breasts and tried to hold the gown as best I could. Em laughed and said I shouldn’t be shy and hoped I might find the courage to show how the briefs looked and particularly to let her examine my new bust to understand what was happening.

At first I didn’t answer and focused on the lives and the gin and tonic that soon disappeared and was replaced by a fresh one.

We chatted a bit about mum and then about my new job before I started to relax and pluck up the courage to stand in front of em and remove the gown.

‘Wow. Kim you look great. Those briefs are perfect and just look at your beautiful bust. Oh Kim let me help you please.’

To be continued……