A perfect fit. After all the nervousness, the discomfort, the general sensation that I'm not meant for this body and clothing, those words calmed my mind and filled with me with elation.
"Really?" I asked the clerk, and she nodded.
"It's a bit surprising," she said. "Most girls your age aren't this big yet, but you got lucky."
I heard Amanda and Jessica giggle again, but that didn't bother me. The clerk's comment made me blush, and against my better judgment and sense of male identity, I felt honored to be an early bloomer. The bra tingled a bit, but it fit just right and already provided a sense of support. I looked to the clerk and smiled.
"Could you get a few more bras this size? With some designs on them, really cute stuff, you know?"
"All right, all right! Nice to see you're excited," the clerk said and walked back out.
While she was gone, I posed in the mirror and looked at the pink bra. I stood tall at various angles, jutting my chest out and giggling to myself. This felt better than I ever expected to be, both because my body naturally welcomed the extra support and because wearing a bra for the first time, and knowing just a day ago I'd been a guy with no need to wear such clothing, held a taboo, almost erotic appeal to it. Not many other guys, I'm sure, ever had a store clerk measure them for what bra to wear.
The clerk eventually came back with a pile of bras for me to try before leaving me to my own devices. I worked out how to put each of them on from having seen the clerk work the straps, and soon I got to posing again, seeing how I looked in a cheetah bra, a Hello Kitty bra, a polka-dotted bra, and so on. Eventually, Jessica and Amanda had to walk in and force me to pick a few to buy out of the whole lot. I think I bought about four or five bras total.
"You're already learning the importance of a bra, I see," Amanda said with a smirk. "That's my girl! Soon we'll be shopping for even more stuff, I'm sure!"
I looked away to hide my smile from her. Despite the fun I had bra shopping, my mind still fought against this sudden change. For goodness sake, just a day ago I had been a guy, with my own group of friends, hobbies, and expectations. One more week and I'd have been in my senior year of high school. Now I'm back in middle school and the opposite gender. That means making new friends and forgetting about my old ones, forgetting about my girlfriend Mary, and adjusting to being called Rachel. Sure, life as a middle school girl held some exotic charm, but knowing all that I'd lose...
"So what do you want to do now, sport?" Jessica said with a nudge, interrupting my thought process.
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