Milky Beginning

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Milky BeginningX-post (greatperssonhooray)Growing Pains I: The Milky BeginningSometimes I pulled my sweater tight against my chest. In the mirror, I could see the faintest outline of what one might perceive to be breasts. They were practically non-existent, and were the type of thing one might observe only under the proper circumstances. You had to know what you were looking for to find them. To me, this was a tragedy. I was flat.Flat-chested and a High School senior, about to graduate. It was humiliating to have such a boyish frame, with no breasts to speak of. Every day, I watched the other girls walk by, turning heads as they went. If anything, I turned heads away. Nobody wanted to see something so sad, a young woman with a flat chest.I had hoped that I was a late bloomer and would soon develop, but puberty had left me in the dust. It had become painfully clear to me that this would be the way I would remain for the rest of my days. Flat and completely uninteresting to the opposite sex. So many painful nights were spent in tears, wondering why I had been cursed with such a chest.On this particular night, I was sitting in my bed, studying for illegal bahis a test that I would be taking the following week. A history test, it would prove a breeze as history was one of my favorite subjects. Still, I was determined to not leave anything to chance and give myself the best shot possible. So I studied, reviewing all of this content I had already memorized. Outside, the wind blew the branches of neighboring trees up against the side of the house, producing an annoying and somewhat frightening scratching noise every minute or so.I was frightened whenever I was alone. I lived by myself, in my father’s house, but he himself lived far away and worked to support me. He was distant, and I rarely had contact with him. If anything, he was more of a benefactor supporting the charity of me rather than a father. I wondered why he remained away, but never worked up the courage to ask him. I hadn’t seen him in about a year but he kept the allowance checks coming, twice a month, and kept on top of rent and utilities. My mother had disappeared when I was an infant, and I had no memory of her. Due to this, I led a lonely home life, and had suffered illegal bahis siteleri from a lonely c***dhood.My personality was an independent one, and I had matured very quickly, taking on many adult responsibilities before my peers. I managed the house and property, cleaning it and taking care of the landscaping. Most my age would have been jealous of me having a house of my own to host parties, but I was not the partying type. I was proud of myself for being independent, but I did struggle with the loneliness. Nobody to come home to, and no real friends to speak of really wore on my conscience.Still, I didn’t let it get to me. I still had my fun. I watched movies and television, I played videogames, I rode my bike, I read books and wrote stories, I worked my garden, I masturbated. Goodness, did I masturbate. Ever since the discovery I had found myself drawn to it as an immensely pleasurable pastime (or time waster)? I had no toys, but I found my fingers talented enough to always finish myself off. Whenever I had free time, my mind tended to drift towards naughty thoughts about boys and girls.Tonight, I had my studying to focus on. canlı bahis siteleri I pored over the exciting details others might find boring for hours. At my side I had a cup of hot chocolate I had made for myself. It was a cold winter night and while the house was heated, I was still snuggled up under a pile of blankets. I had them just up to my stomach as my chest was feeling awful warm today. This I attributed to the spicy food I had eaten earlier. Sometimes I got mild heartburn from it and this could be related to that.After another hour I had grown too tired to continue. My head hit the bed somewhere around 11:30 PM and I dozed off into dreamland. Unfortunately, my slumber would not be a restful one, as I woke a few hours later with an intense burning pain spread across my chest. I flicked the bedside lamp on and glanced at the clock. 3:30 AM. Two hours before I usually woke up before school. I was frustrated at this loss of sleep but I had larger problems at hand.I rolled out of bed and stood up slowly. My chest ached. My non-existent breasts felt hot enough to cut through butter and I would not have been surprised to see them glowing red. I hurried to the bathroom, my chest stinging each time an arm rubbed up against the side of my chest. My hand reached for the switch, and the room was illuminated. I looked into the mirror and realized I was drenched in sweat. My pale white skin w

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