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.
This article appears in Oct 8-14, 2009.