Like some girls; not all. My boobs went from grapes; to strawberries, lemons, and then flourished into oranges, finishing at the size of grapefruits. After awhile I grew unease playing tackle football with the guys, and so did they. It’s funny remembering how they became cautious as to where to place their hands when I ran the two toned nerf ball. It went from getting tackled, to being tapped on the shoulder or arm. They tried very hard not to place their hands there (LOL).
I was one of the fellows until FAT decided to attach itself to my chest. As time rolled by, I embraced the idea of becoming a young woman. After all, it is the beginning of a beautiful change in a female’s growth.
To be continued…
XO
-Dawn
There’s no great loss without some gain.