Dirty Little Secrets 3

Welcome back to my blog, Dirty Little Secrets 3. This story is about how I got into trouble as a preteen for….. well just listen to the story. I was in the seventh grade, the first time I noticed that I didn’t have any boobs. Why did I care? Because all my friends had them and my mom didn’t bless me with any. At the time I was friends with this really pretty Puerto Rican girl named Shauna. She became my bestie the first day of school in sixth grade. Now Shauna had really full breasts and I was envious. So when Shauna and I got into a fight (another story for another time), I started a rumor about her stuffing her bra.

Now, the ironic part of this story is that I was the one actually stuffing my bra. Nobody at school knew, but let me explain how I did it and how my mom found out. First of all I had no idea what bra size I even wore but I think it was equivalent to a negative -A. I was skinny and awkward, plus I had no idea how to dress my body. Clearly I was a hot mess. I wore 2 bras 3 sizes bigger and stuffed them with tissue. Then I put a sports bra over those to make them appear realistic? Idk, because they were stiff as fuck and I don’t even remember if anyone noticed that my boobs grew over night.

Fast forward to 8th grade, still stuffing my bra. My mom and I were in the Payless shoe store and I was trying on shoes. I remember this day like it was yesterday. I wore a really cute tight fitted V neck sweater, with some dark jeans and boots, I think. My fake titties are on full display and I think I’m all that. Anyway, as I’m bent down trying on my shoes, I don’t even realize that my mom can see clear into the top of my shirt. She reached over and snatched the balls of tissue out of my shirt and threw them on the floor. It happened so fast I couldn’t even blink. It was like she ripped my chest off, literally.

I looked around but didn’t see anyone else in the isle to witness this embarrassment. However, Payless did have those mirrors on the ceiling and it made the moment even more horrifying. My mom cussed me out too. But all I can remember from that is how small my boobs got and how I would have to do a better job hiding my fake boobs.

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