I meekly stood there in the pink bra, unable to make a decision on what to do. My sisters spoke to the clerk and bought a variety of bras in different colors and patterns. I objected of course, but my sisters would have none of it. They bought them all and we headed home. The rest of the day was my sisters making me try on all the clothes the new me owned. Tight jeans, short skirts, flowing dresses, I apparently had it all. Finally the day was through, my sisters set me free and I snapped the bra off and put on some pajamas.
The next morning I was to start school in seventh grade despite the fact I had already done it. I fought as much as I could but Amanda used whatever her magic was and I got dressed. My body chose a powder blue bra under a cute t-shirt and skirt combination. As my sisters explained, it was to look nice on the first day. I was treated like any other girl, which pissed me off. However, whenever I tried to speak my mind or explain myself, I felt it. For some reason breathing slightly heavier to talk made me feel it. It sat there on my chest holding me down. I'd try to speak my mind but then I'd feel it, and immediately become embarrassed and quiet down. I couldn't be myself because it was there, pinning me in a corner and reminding me of what had happened.
A month passed, and I finally felt normal enough to speak my mind. I was going to assert myself, take back some of my personality and thoughts. But by that time, I had become known as the meek and shy girl in school. To them I was cute, I was shy, pretty even. Everyone was being so kind and sensitive to me I backed off, feeling ungrateful. The next day my bra felt tight, and I noticed my chest had grown. Back to the mall, another size up.
It's been almost six years since then now. Both Amanda and Jessica are out on their own, and I'm a senior in high school...again. The alarm buzzes as I slam it with my hand. I groan and sit up in bed, feeling the massive weights of those things there on my chest. I climb out of bed and go through the routine I forced myself to become used to. After a long shower and hair straightening, I went to get dressed. I went to my dresser and into the underwear drawer. Of course, there they were. Colorful ones, frilly ones, sports ones, strapless ones. Why did I own so many of these again? I pulled a soft pink plain one. I always felt the need to have one like this around. I slung my arms through, pulled it up, and clasped it in the back. The "other" twins lifted and separated, as I tugged and adjusted the shoulder straps. I looked down, unable to see past my chest. Sorry girls, I can't let you out. It's just the way. Things had gotten weird so fast I didn't notice them all at once. Then I noticed the time and had to hurry to get to school.
Oh, I'm a D by the way....just barely.
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