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Anonymous
Looking down at my own female body covered with a thin cloth T-shirt, I was speechless. I almost freaked out. My nipples poked through the T-shirt. This was unacceptable to me; I might as well be naked. No, some people may think it's much more indecent than naked. But I don't have any bras
However, an idea hit me. Then I opened a drawer that I rarely used. Yes! My girlfriend, whom I loved with all my heart, had been keeping her underwear there. I had the heart to search there for it. Some moments later I found out a pretty little bra. "
" Must I wear it? Really? Does it have enough room for mine? It was rude of me to say that, but can I put it on? I gave up and tried to take my T-shirt off, but found it difficult to do that because it caught my breasts, which I thought were considerably big. The pink color of the bra, together with its soft decoration, was showing me its womanliness more than enough. I asked myself whether wearing it would mean my surrender and admitting to the event happening to me. My heart did not even beat fast. However, I came to realize very well that it might mean going over some uncertain line to put a bra on my ample breasts while I still thought I was a man. I dared to attach it to my body. "........" The sensual feeling of its fitness stunned me to death. The sense of being pressed made me perceive that sense organs exist all over the unfamiliar swellings. After all and somehow I felt it very comfortable. I had difficulty in hooking up the bra at the rear by myself. Many times I tried to put it on in vain or out of shape. One time I even attempted to pass my head and shoulders through the bra after connecting its hook and key, having to give up due to largeness of the breasts. Phew
At long last I won the struggle with it and fell prone to my bed. My body crushed my breasts. Oops!
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