hauntedliving

I had just started seventh grade and I looked like a long haired boy. All my friends were wearing bras and filling them up.  I had nothing to put in a bra.  Even though I had no figure at all I still begged Mama to buy me a bra.  Along with my school clothes Mama bought me two training bras.

The next year I begged Mama for a real bra.  Once again Mama came through for me.  She bought me two AA bras for school with my school clothes.  They sat over empty air like little white tents.  One of my friends and told me she stuffed her bra with tissue so I thought if she can do I can too.  I grabbed two handfuls of tissue and it in my cups.  I gazed at myself in the mirror and liked the difference the new bra made in my figure.

I grabbed my books and caught the bus for school.

Later on that day I went to the school store.  I stood in the long lines and waited my turn.  Finally it was my turn bet before I could tell Mrs. Jackson what I wanted she asked if I had a cold. Feeling confused I stammered “no, why?”  She nodded her head at my chest and said “well you’re carrying your tissues in your bra.”  During the day the tissue had rode up and was partly sticking out.  All the kids standing behind me were laughing. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.  I never stuffed my bra again. 

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