Chapter 2

The next morning would confront me with a new, unique set of problems. I mean there wasn't much in my wardrobe that would even fit me anymore thanks to the added bulk on my chest. Don't get me wrong, I'd never complain, but replacing a lot of my clothes was going to be expensive and I couldn't really do it at 6:30 in the morning. I really didn't want to wear sweatshirt to school, even if it would fit the best so I tried to squeeze myself into one of my old tank tops. I found that if I did my belly button would be exposed. I knew that I couldn't get thrown out of school since the dean was so enamored with my breasts, but I really didn't need another verbal railing from one of my female teachers for being a "floozy" or some other outmoded slanderous term for a loose woman.

I did find a cute striped short-sleeved shirt that covered me enough. It was stretched tight across my bust and I left the buttons on the top of the shirt undone so I wouldn't accidentally lose them. Besides, from where I was standing, it gave me a nice confidence boost to be able to look down and see the fleshy valley of my tits after spending so many agonizing years being just another flat-chested girl with a pretty face.

Of course, I didn't have any bras that could possibly fit me now so I put on some panties and some jeans to complete the look. In the mirror I swear I still looked a little tom-boyish. I would definitely have to go shopping after school and pick up some things more suitable to a busty vixen like I definitely was.

My mother looked at me with peculiar eyes as I ate my bowl of cereal. I think she was definitely a little surprised to see her daughter so well filled out today. She must have thought she was seeing things so the only things we talked about were the mundane everyday details of High School life; homework, social things, and the weather.

I arrived at school at about 7:30 with plenty of time to get to my first class, but I kind of wanted to go by the cafeteria where everyone hangs out before class to see how people reacted to me now. I bet I wouldn't be so easily ignored.

I didn't even get to the caf before I received some catcalls and overheard some guys whispering with others saying how hot I was. All this attention could definitely go to a girl's head. It made me walk proudly, my chest thrust out to the world. I guess I'd never liked when girls had done that before, but now I definitely could understand why a girl would do something like that. If you've got it, flaunt it right?

When I got to the cafeteria my friends were amazed. Most of them just sat in awe. I could feel the whole table staring at my breasts and undressing me with their eyes.

"Sarah! What happened to you?" Bianca screamed.

I giggled at her. "I don't know, they just grew I guess."

"Are you sure you didn't get surgery? They don't seem real, I mean... how could they?" Bianca replied. The others there becoming amused spectators. I swear the guys at the table never broke their glance away from my tits.

"Of course they're real!" I spouted but I quickly ran out of things to say. I mean how could I prove it except pull up my shirt right there in the middle of the cafeteria for half of the school to see? I was really trapped in a corner.

"Sure they are, Sarah," she finished pointedly. I think she was obviously jealous. I really didn't know what to do then so I ran. How could Bianca, my friend for so long be so mean to me?

I was almost in tears when I got to my first class. The boys around me could tell that I was upset about something and when I looked up from my hands I had three guys I really didn't know giving me their full attention.

"Hey, what's the matter?" one of them said while leaning over my desk.

"Yeah, a pretty girl like you shouldn't have anything to cry about," another one continued. I really had no clue who these guys were, but they were really cute and they were giving me all of the attention!

'Screw Bianca, if she wants to be a bitch about this! I've got all of this attention, ' I thought. 'Who needs stuck up little breasted back-stabbing friends when I've got these three cuties right here?' I composed myself and smiled at them. "Thanks. Its nothing really, I just had a little big of an argument with a friend of mine."

"Well you shouldn't worry your pretty little head over it. I'm sure you've got a lot going for you. Smart, pretty, funny," one of them said. Of course the whole time his eyes never left my breasts. From where he was standing he could definitely see down my shirt too, but for some reason I didn't recoil. I was actually enjoying the attention even if they were only interested in my breasts.

I didn't have too long to relish all of the boy's attention; the bell rung then and they looked conflicted as they sunk back to their seats. I noticed that their attention never really left my chest and they weren't the only ones paying attention to me. Pretty much everybody, even our teacher, Mr. Roth was having a hard time concentrating on math. I spent most of the hour relishing their gaze. The bell seemed to ring earlier than usual and it was time for gym with Mr. Humberg.

I entered the locker-room and I moved over to where I usually change. It occurred to me I would have to undress in front of all of these girls. I mean usually that wasn't a big deal. I rarely wore a bra when I was flat-chested but now I was probably the most buxom girl in school and I wasn't wearing a bra. It's nothing they hadn't seen before I told myself and undressed like normal but this time really was different. I could feel their gaze and when I turned to see who was looking at me I saw many faces, not just one. Most of the girls looked kind of mad or resentful but there were definitely a few of the girls there who had longing eyes.

I was stunned. That really was the first time my life was touched personally with a lesbian experience. Those girls wanted me! I have to admit it was a little strange and a little arousing too but I still hastened my dressing.

Eventually everyone migrated up to the gym and Mr. Humberg when through his normal shpeal making athleticism seem more important that it really was. Ultimately, we all ended up running around in circles. That's all we were doing today, running I mean. This was also a new experience and another definite attention getter. Until now I was definitely happy with how big my breasts were but not I was running without a bra and it was pretty damn painful. My breasts were pretty firm, like any 17 year olds ought to be, but now with their size they just flopped everywhere uncontrollably and you can bet anything that every last boy in the class watched with fascination and bulges in their pants. The only thing I could do was bear it too. Eventually the class would end.

And eventually it did, but not for what seemed like an eternity. I would have to buy a bra or two tonight. I never wanted to suffer that kind of punishment again. Dressing again was much like it was the first time. Not so many girls sneered at me, but the two girls who had stared at my naked tits before still did. I guess I kind of smiled at them and then blushed with embarrassment after.

Mr. Humberg went on with his post-run speech and as usual this continued well into the passing period but I didn't feel as frustrated as I usual do. Sure Ken and Katie still made it after class, but I could tell she was having some trouble keeping his undivided attention. The thoughts that perhaps I'd actually win my beautiful husband yet has me smiling wide as I rushed to my next class. I was so happy he'd finally noticed me!

Science was much the same as Math had been. Even Ms. Friedheim was as distracted as Mr. Roth had been. She also didn't keep any of the guys attention. It was amazing.

Lunch I knew wouldn't be quite as easy. An awkward silence came over the whole table obviously largely because of what had happened this morning. I couldn't really tell if Bianca was still jealous or if she was ashamed of herself. The guys at the table kept me busy with conversation. Suddenly they wanted to know everything about me and everything about me was absolutely fascinating! Katie was mad about something I could tell, and I could guess what it was. At least, Jessie and Hillary didn't seem too upset.

I survived study hall, History, and English. Each one had been a gawk-fest and I'd enjoyed every second of it. French was nearly over now and I knew I would have a chance to go get some damn clothes that actually fit and showed up to my great body. My tom-boy days of slumming it were over!

After watching with great anticipation the time left in class tick town to zero, the bell rang and I shot out to my car. I knew exactly where I wanted to go first. About twenty minutes later there I was standing before Victoria Secret and ready to buy something to hold my breasts in place. I never had really bothered with fancy bras before, but these definitely deserved some pampering. I strolled dreamily through the islands of silk and lace. My fingers glide over the soft material as I passed when suddenly I realized I had no real idea what I was looking for. I mean I knew I needed a bra but I had no way of knowing just how huge they'd become.