There is a boy who has boobs! - Part 2

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That Friday was another interesting day at the mall. Susan and I spent most of the time looking in the shops. Em had told me I needed a dress or two of my own and she was not prepared to lend me any hosiery! This time it was I who had to go to the bathroom. When I got in there I was alone but soon a very creepy guy came in and started talking to me. I didn’t like him at all. Why did he have to use the urinal next to mine when there were many other urinals there?

And why did he keep looking at me? That way he missed the urinal for a while. I tell you that this time I was happy a security guard came in. This guard was really nice. He asked me if I’d mind having another chat with the chief of security. She had been rather nice the last time so I didn’t mind. As things turned out I got a special pass to the staff restroom. I felt very special. I liked that lady. The nice guard somehow always appeared to be near us after that. All in all, quite a good day. I got two very cute dresses so I wouldn’t have to borrow Em’s.

I also got a skirt, a pair of shoes with a low heels, some pantyhose and, since the nice lady who had helped me with the bras suggested it, I also got a garter belt and stockings. Well, Mom always told me about “learning experiences”.

I usually spent the weekends on “dates” with Susan or Gary. We really didn’t do that much. We certainly didn’t do anything my sister would do. We mostly hung out and had fun. Gary’s friends had been a bit upset when they learned about the “Booby trap” and then it just became a joke and they became my friends as well. Just imagine a lowly middle school kid with HIGH school friends!

A couple of weeks later Susan was alone in the mall since I had another “date” with Gary. The nice guard was a bit surprised to find her with her friends and not be on a Friday. He asked her where her boyfriend was. Susan later told me he had looked quite funny when she told him that her boyfriend was having a date with his boyfriend.

Actually, that was my last “date” with Gary because next week there was a big sibling fight about who had asked me out on Friday. Actually, the problem was that Susan had grown jealous that her brother dated the same guy as she. After that Gary and I remained just friends and Susan and I started spending less time with each other.

By that time I was no longer the only one in my class with breasts. The next one the Booby fairy, sorry Mom, the Breast fairy visited was Susan. This made Elizabeth even more furious. She started a rumor that my breasts were contagious. All too many kids believed her. This meant that the boys in my class kept a distance to me, except Harold, and the girls kept hanging around me. Now that I think about it, maybe Elizabeth was right. By the end of the year, the girls hanging around me had all grown breasts and none of the boys that avoided me had done that. The only problem is that I can’t explain Elizabeth who finally got her breast even though she avoided me and Harold who kept hanging out with me but never got any breasts of his own.

In the meantime, I had started to expose the school to some “learning experiences”. The fact that I used a one-piece swimming suit when swimming was only natural given my breasts. Well, I did wear that cute bikini once, and only once. Some boys thought it was funny to untie my top. When I started to wear a leotard in PE Coach just smiled a bit and shook his head. Well, it did have a very fetching pattern apart from helping to hold my breast in place

The first time I wore a skirt to school I was sent to the Principal. I was sent back just as quickly. The Principal and I were old friends. I had helped him with minor matters several times. Remember, I LIKE helping people. The first time I wore pantyhose the same thing. Not that I wore girly clothes all the time. Only now and then to lighten up the school days, for me as well as for the teachers and rest of the students.

The third time I was sent to the principal was more embarrassing.

- John, why do you keep wearing girls’ clothes despite being a boy? Why do you have to disrupt school all the time? You used to be such a helpful little boy.

- Oh, Sir. It’s all a “learning experience”. And I DO help people by doing this. Especially you, Sir.

- How do you help by disturbing the school?

- I broaden the mind of people. I teach them to think outside their normal ways of thinking. And no offense Sir, but it’s particularly important for you.

- Right, now you’ve made me curious. Tell me, why do I need my mind broadened?

- Some day, not today and probably not this semester, but someday there will be a terrified, troubled, confused kid sitting where I’m sitting. Hopefully with their supporting parents, but unfortunately that is not a given. That kid will tell you that he or she is not the girl or boy you thought. That mind and body don’t fit. After suffering through my antics you will take it all in stride.

And the kids in school will say “Have you seen that weird boy with a skirt” and someone else will say “Oh you mean Lucrezia? She isn’t weird. She’s boring. You weren’t here when John the Booby Trap was here. HE was weird”.

- So you’ve heard your nickname?

- Of course! I like it even if Mom says it’s impolite to call breasts boobs.

- Thank you for that lesson. I mean, all of it, not just the last part. Now back to the real reason you’re here. First a question: Do you consider yourself to be a gentleman?

- I try to be, Sir.

- Would a gentleman wear such a short skirt that the garters holding up his stockings can be seen?

- Oh!

Yes, I was really embarrassed. The skirt was shorter than I thought when I bought it. I hadn’t noticed until I was on the school bus.

- Please Sir, would it be within the bounds of your vast generosity to allow me to obtain the use of one of the school loaner skirts?

- Most certainly young master Marlowe. The aforementioned skirt awaits you yonder with the secretary.

I liked the Principal. He was fun. He was one reason why I was sorry to leave Middle school.

High school wasn’t as bad as I had expected. I had a ready-made reputation as a Booby trap. Almost half the kids in my class came from my old middle school. Then there was Harold. He had followed my career in middle school. He told me that I made school so much more fun and interesting. We remained friends until he left for college. While many other boys asked me out, and sometimes I accepted, Harold was never one of them. And then there were Gary and his friends.

He was a senior at the time. He never asked me out again but he made it very clear to everyone that he cared for me.

I had great fun in High School. Susan and I remained friends and sometimes dated. I insisted to wear pants every second time. We never did anything Em would do until Junior year and I’m not sure we broke the rule even then since Em isn’t into girls. Mutual fondling of our breasts was nice. REALLY nice.

College was another great time. Yes, I was still known as the Booby trap. However, since I went to one of those liberal colleges where everyone is so anxious to be so tolerant no one dared to do anything else but be nice to me no matter how much I tried to provoke them. It was so frustrating and boring. I had to go to Florida on Spring break with Harold to get some fun.

I still don’t know if Harold or I was proudest when I won third place in a wet t-shirt contest! I still believe I’d have done better if I had shaved my face before the contest. Or it could have been because I never grew beyond a B cup but I’d dare any girl to show me perter, firmer, and better-formed breasts (implants don’t count!). Actually, I did dare a few girls during Spring break. I wonder why the girls in Florida got so angry at me when seeing my breasts when the girls in New Orleans at Mardi Gras just showered me with beads?

Well, the years passed. I graduated. I got an interesting job. I married Susan. We settled down in Suburbia. We had a daughter. And then we had a son.

I kept a close eye on our son so I noticed when he started scratching his chest. I had already warned my breast specialist that this could very well happen so I didn’t have any problem getting Peter into evaluation. She was thrilled to have a second male patient. As expected these doctors came to the same conclusion as the ones all those years ago.

They had absolutely no idea. Hormones were within normal parameters. They had not been able to find anything wrong with Peter. I couldn’t help but laugh when the doctor in charge told me

- John, you have a perfectly healthy son with a pair of extremely well-shaped firm breasts that any little girl would die for.

Almost word for word what they had said all those years ago. I even felt resentment that they addressed me and not Peter.

Things got a bit tense at home. Lauren didn’t take well the fact that her little brother got breasts before her. Since Susan took her to a spa to soothe her feeling it fell on me to get my son his first bra. Actually, I rather looked forward to it. Peter? He couldn’t have been more eager to get his first bra. We headed to a J.C. Penney. Isn’t there where every parent takes their son to get his first bra?

We were as fortunate as I and my mother had been and we found a very nice and helpful shop assistant.

- So it’s time for your first bra. How exciting. So let’s leave daddy out here while I measure you. What is your name miss?

- I’m not a miss! My name is Peter and I’m a BOY! And I want dad to be with us!

The shop assistant’s chock was quickly brought under control and replaced by a very nice smile.

- Certainly, dad can come if you want to. So you want a bra?

- YES, I have breasts. Nice breasts. Just look. I’m the first in my class to have them.

By now Peter had become quite excited and he had been quick to discard his shirt.

- Very nice indeed. Very well formed. Most girls would envy you.

Let’s measure you first.

A small A cup.

Do you have any special wishes about what kind of bra you want?

- I want a bra just like dad’s!

- A bra just like dad?

- Well, miss I think he means something like this

And I proceeded to sort of flash her my breasts. Or more exactly I opened my shirt to show her my rather elaborate purple bra. Very functional though. Always functional above all!

- Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t think that we have a bra like that in his size.

- Peter, I think you should look for something plainer for your first bra. You know, function above all.

You want your breasts to feel comfortable. You don’t know yet but a well-fitted bra with good support is important. And you don’t really like purple, do you?

As I mentioned Peter had started to get rather excited. When excited he tended to raise his voice and speak in a rather shrill and penetrating voice. All this led to some great fun for me and some embarrassment for the unfortunate shop assistant.

- Bright red! I want a bright red bra to show everyone that I’m the first boy in class to have breasts. The first of ALL in my class to have breasts. JUST LIKE DAD!

No one in the store could have avoided hearing that. That’s my boy!

The End..