There has been some comments about that someone should write a story featuring vibrating bras. Well, here is a short, not very serious, one.

You might think that no boy would be interested in buying a vibrating bra for himself.

You’d be wrong.

I suffer from gynecomastia. I had big floppy things on my chest. You saw that thing on Ellen? It appeared that the vibrating bra thing were supposed to both make breast smaller and firmer. In comparison to what I had that would be a huge improvement.

Just for once the ad corresponded to reality. At least for me. My big floppy things grew smaller and firmer. Besides, I liked the feeling. Don’t tell anyone!

My best friend Ryan was fascinated by my new boobs. Not in THAT way perverts!

What fascinated him was that my breasts when stimulated by the vibrations started to oscillate audibly. Actually, they resonated VERY audibly. By changing posture I could change pitch and stop/start the sound. Quite a nice beat could be heard even in a large space like our assembly hall.

Both Ryan and I were budding musicians. Ryan was a competent drummer. The best in school so he was in the school orchestra. I was an extremely good flutist. Unfortunately only the third best in school so I wasn’t in the orchestra.

To make a long story short I found myself having my breasts thoroughly examined by our (male) music teacher. At the time we thought nothing about it. In hindsight …

Well, I finally made the school orchestra. I was a bit disappointed though. I mean, my breast clearly sounded off by being beaten so I really should have been in the percussion section with my best friend Ryan but our music teacher put me in the bras section.