Pin Cushion

When I was in 6th grade I started to get boobs. I do not remember being all that conscious of them, at least not enough to cover them up. They were just big enough to poke through my t-shirts but not big enough to really qualify as "Breasts!" so I didn't give them much thought. I figured that if I needed a bra, my mom would buy one for me and then I would know that I needed one.

My BFF across the street had an older brother. One day as I happily skipped up their driveway to see if D could play he stopped me before I reached the door. He walked up close to me and poked at my boobs with his index finger and said,

"They're like little pins sticking out!"

I pulled away and ran into the house feeling my face flush. I pretended like it never happened. 

About a week later I went into my room and saw a bra on my bed. I hastily put it on and ran out the door to avoid seeing anyone. I walked down the street, aware of this weird tight feeling around my chest. 

'People will notice this big strap across my back.' I thought

Before I knew it I felt a hand grab the back of my bra and pull it back and "SNAP!"

It was my next door neighbor, the kid who ran around with mirrors on his shoes.

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