gayannabeth

  References to sex, nudity, dysphoria induced by a euphoria boner

  [colpse]

  I have been told that I can be very absent minded and forgetful. Case in point: I still have yet to buy myself a bra. I could’ve gotten myself one on Sunday before csses, but instead I pyed video games all day. One game in particur, which meant that instead of being “probably a good idea”, getting myself a bra was now “definitely a necessity”. That is, they were big enough that my t-shirt wasn’t exactly baggy anymore, and my nipples had spontaneously developed a tendency to make their presence very obvious, particurly whenever a pretty girl like Liv, Hazel, or – yes – Rachel was around. Wonder what that’s all about…

  Anyway, Liv made me promise to meet her at the William Small Centre after csses — after mine, that is. She didn’t have any csses on Monday afternoons. I, however, did. She said she was going to take me bra shopping.

  After sitting through an hour-long calculus lecture by a professor with an accent I couldn’t understand and illegible handwriting, I stopped by the bathroom to pee.

  Specifically, I went into the guys’ bathroom, which, of course, just led to yet another awkward encounter with a confused looking guy.

  “Uh, this is the men’s bathroom.”

  I gave him a bnk stare before it finally clicked in my head. “Oh! Fuck, right. Sorry. I just keep forgetting to use the other one now.” I bolted out of there as soon as I finished washing my hands, my face red.

  I found Liv waiting for me at the Timmy’s just inside, half eaten donut in hand, staring intently at her phone screen.

  “Hey,” I said, sitting across from her. Goddmnit, nipples, now is not the time to get excited! Even if Liv is super duper pretty in her tomboyish way, and I definitely wouldn’t mind it if she pushed me up against-

  Fucking hell brain! There is such a thing as ‘too horny’ you know. I didn’t even know it was even possible to be this horny!

  I waited for Liv to finish her donut – she offered me a bite, but I declined. Once she was finished, she led me to the parking garage, where her car was parked.

  Now, I was expecting her to drive a pickup truck. Not entirely sure why, it just seemed to fit her vibe or something. Instead, she soon had me sitting in the passenger seat of a tiny hybrid Prius with a “Trans Rights!” bumper sticker and a bunch of soft drink cans cluttering the back seat.

  “Sorry about the mess,” Liv said as she backed out of the parking spot.

  I snorted. “You should see the overflowing recycling bin in my bedroom. Haven’t emptied that thing in weeks.”

  “Are you going to tonight?” Liv asked.

  I shrugged. “Probably not. I can be very forgetful.”

  “Have you tried setting a reminder on your phone for it?”

  I snorted. “You sound like my mom. Yes, I have tried, it usually works for a couple weeks and then I start getting in the habit of just dismissing it and not actually doing what I’m supposed to.”

  Liv nodded. “Yeah, sounds about right. I keep meaning to grab a bag and clean up back there, but…” she trailed off, making a shrugging gesture.

  “So where we headed?” I asked.

  “Jane and Finch,” Liv replied. “Wanna put on some music?”

  “Whatcha got?”

  We stopped at a crosswalk and Liv unlocked and handed me her phone with her music pyer open. “Choose whatever you like.”

  “Do you know your size?”

  “Um… no,” I replied.

  Liv nodded. “Thought not. Let’s go ask to borrow a tape measure.”

  She took my hand and led me over to the fitting rooms near the back of the store.

  “Heyyyy,” she said to the bored looking worker. “So, my friend here needs to check her bra size. Can we possibly borrow a tape measure?”

  “Sure,” the employee said, handing over a rolled up measuring tape. “Here you go.”

  Liv grabbed it and handed it to me. “Thanks!”

  “How do I…” I gestured at my tits, “measure?”

  “Well, I can do it for you, but it’s probably better that I just tell you.” She smirked at me. “Unless you’re ok with me touching your tits?”

  I blushed. “Yeah, I bet you’d love to touch them, huh?”

  Liv blushed too. “I mean… I’m not gonna deny that.” She cleared her throat. “You should probably do it yourself, though.”

  “Yeah,” I replied. “Probably should.”

  “Ok,” Liv said. “Ok. So you just… Well, you should probably do it in one of the change rooms here. You’re gonna need to take your shirt off for it. You’ll be taking two measurements. You need to wrap the tape around yourself, and one measurement is just under your boobs. The other over your nips. Think you can handle that?”

  I nodded, still blushing. “Yeah, I can definitely deal with that.”

  I took the nearest empty change room, making sure the door was closed behind me. I definitely did not want to be fshing anyone… except maybe Liv.

  Holy shit, brain, calm the fuck down!

  I pulled my t-shirt over my head, discarding it on the bench in front of the mirror.

  It was a bit difficult avoiding my reflection. This, of course, meant I was immediately distracted by it. I don’t think I’d ever been so fascinated by my own reflection before in my life. I only half-remembered what I looked like. I had a general idea, yes, but I didn’t actively drink in every little detail about my appearance. Has my nose always looked this cute? Or was this something that had changed over the past week and a half? I definitely hadn’t always had such a prominent pair of pillowy puppies adorning my chest, that was for damn sure. I pushed myself up on the tips of my toes, then dropped down, watching my jugs jiggle.

  Fortunately, I didn’t entirely forget why I was here. I picked the tape measure back up, wrapping it loosely around my torso under my boobs, before pulling it tight. “Thirty-three,” I muttered to myself. I shifted the tape measure up and over my breasts, making sure not to pull it too tight. I didn’t want to go squishing my titties, that would probably hurt. “Thirty-six,” I muttered. “Ok…”

  I pulled my t-shirt back on, then left the stall.

  “Thirty-three and thirty-six.” I said to Liv, who looked up from her phone.

  “I’m sorry, what?” She gnced down at my chest. “Girl… you have fucking c-cups.”

  I frowned. “Um… is that big?”

  “You’re bigger than me!”

  “Oh,” I said. “So… what’s my size then?”

  “Thirty-four C. Band sizes only come in even numbers.”

  “Ok,” I said. “Um, what’s your size, then?”

  Liv smirked. “Thirty-six B. You’re lucky you’re a cute girl, Lilly. I’d sp any guy who asked me that.”

  “Right…” I ughed nervously, now a bit worried about how Liv would react if she found out I was only pretending to be a trans girl.

  “Alright,” Liv said. “Now we just get you some bras. Do you think you’re gonna be growing any more?”

  “Ummm… I think so,” I said.

  “Alright, we’ll just get you some sports bras then. They’re a bit cheaper. Any colour preference?” She led me away from the change rooms after returning the tape measure and over to the section of the store with women’s underwear. I should probably grab some panties or something too… probably.

  “Um, any colour is fine,” I said.

  “Gotcha,” Liv said. She scooped up a three-pack of sports bras from the shelf in white, blue and pink. “This work?”

  I bit my lip, looking at the pink bra. Such a girly colour… which meant that it was perfect! After all, I needed to be a bit more convincing as a girl. “That works,” I said. “Uh, I may also need…” I blushed. “Um, I need panties too.”

  “Alright,” Liv said.

  After I grabbed a couple of six-packs of panties, we went to checkout. I suppressed my grimace at the price. Why on earth were bras so fucking expensive? It’s just fabric!

  Apparently Liv still noticed my annoyance at the price. “Yeah,” she said. “And those are sports bras too. Other types are even more expensive.”

  I didn’t even try to suppress my grimace at that. “That’s fucking nuts.”

  Liv ughed and nodded. “Oh yeah.”

  Once out of the store, I started searching for the nearest bathroom. “I should probably change into one of my new bras.” I reasoned.

  Once again, my absent minded ass almost went into the guys’ bathroom. Fortunately Liv was with me and directed me towards the adjacent girls’ bathroom, ughing while I flushed in embarrassment.

  I locked myself in one of the stalls. I took off my t-shirt and hung it on the convenient hook on the inside of the door. I ripped open the package of my bras, pulling them out.

  Eenie, meenie, minie, moe…

  I ended up selecting the pink one. I pulled it over my head, and then dealt with trying to fit it over my boobs. They weren’t humongous honkeroos, but I definitely wasn’t ft chested, and I’d never done this before. Finally, I managed to get it to look right.

  This felt… weirdly nice? It was a bit weird, but a feeling of etion started filling me up. I had no idea why just wearing a hot pink sports bra was making me feel this way. Or how on earth it could possibly be making me, of all things, horny. My dick had suddenly decided to make itself known, growing hard in response to my excitement. As soon as I noticed that, I grimaced. Was that all this was? Some sort of fetish? I felt gross. I hastily put my t-shirt back on. I sat down on the toilet, breathing heavily.

  There had to be a simpler expnation for this. Breasts were erogenous zones, right? And… and… the bra was really soft… so… my dick had just responded to me feeling something soft on my boobs, right? That’s all. I wasn’t fetishising being a girl or whatever, my body was just responding normally to a new sensation on one of my erogenous zones. That’s it. That’s it.

  I took a deep breath and stood, leaving the stall and bathroom. Liv was waiting for me outside, leaning on the wall, looking at something on her phone. She looked up and spotted me.

  “Feel better, Lilly?” she asked.

  I nodded, trying my best to hide the panic I’d just been feeling. “Yeah, it’s nice. Thanks for taking me here. I probably would’ve continued putting this off for weeks, knowing me.”

  Liv snorted. “Mood. Hazel had to drag me to buy girl clothes after I’d already been on HRT for like two months. Now that was embarrassing.”

  I grinned. “Oh, are you pnning on making me get a new wardrobe too?”

  Liv shrugged. “Only if you wanna. Although, I can’t say Hazel won’t wanna drag you to the mall after tomorrow’s meeting. You are still gonna be there, right?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Can’t wait.” And I was being completely honest, too. I had really enjoyed hanging out with Liv. She was pretty cool, and I really wanted to spend more time around her.

  The fact that I also really wanted her to fuck me in the coke-can infested back seat of her car was completely irrelevant to that.

  Ok, only a little relevant.

  …

  Maybe a lot relevant?

  gayannabeth