Itty bitty titty committee (part one)

By the time I began seventh grade, I knew something was amiss. While other girls were sprouting perky little booblets, my own chest remained flat as the plains. My nipples were constantly sore, yet nothing grew beneath them. Oh, the cruelty of puberty.


Naturally, the more developed girls in my class received a lot of attention. I, myself, couldn't tear my eyes off Lisa, who bore the most beautiful 12-year-old set I could have imagined. It was time to give myself what Mother Nature had forgotten; it was time to stuff.


I didn't go overboard, of course - it had to be believable. Each morning, I'd insert two cotton squares in each "cup" of my training bra, in a Star of David-like shape. This way, my chest would have just a hint of those coveted bumps.


By eighth grade, I had discovered padded bras; sophomore year of high school, more realistic-feeling water bras. My itty bitty breasts were a secret to all except the few who made it past my bra. I always had an excuse why I couldn't go to the beach and even wore a bra to bed at sleepovers.


Sure, I was ashamed of my false advertising, but thought a "C" cup fit my figure better than my almost "B's." Were I a size two, I could pull off having mosquito bite-boobies, but as a four or six, it just looks disproportionate... or so I thought 'til I was about twenty.


Tune in next time, when I lose the bra, get my nipples pierced  & start dating small-breasted women.


HAPPY COMING OUT WEEK!


For more, check out Miss Ginger's blog at GingerMillay.com & Twitter @MyGingersnaps.

As a child, I spent many afternoons with Playboy magazines I found in my parents' bathroom. I would hide one in my waistband, climb a tree, and find a comfortable spot to sit and flip through the pages. I didn't read the articles, but rather stared at the big-breasted women coyly looking back at me.

I was thrilled at the prospect of growing up to look like these women. As they were the only naked ladies I'd ever seen, it only made sense that all women had these magnificent boobies. I eagerly awaited the day my own chest would blossom. 15 years later, I'm still waiting.

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