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When I Was A Kid
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Transsexual Female / 19
My Tits
I was a bit overweight as a kid. So I had man boobs or more accurately boy boobs. Then when I got into my teenage years I got skinny, sort of. I wasn't overweight anymore but I also wasn't really skinny either to be honest. The thing was, despite no longer being fat, I kept my man boobs. A kid at school cruelly suggested I needed a bra. But the idea of having tits big enough to need a bra strangely turned me on. I went on the internet to check out how to measure bra size and determined I was an A cup so man boobs yes but big whoppers no. I began to develop a fixation on wanting big boobs. I know, strange for a guy. I also grew out my already longish hair and started to grow my nails out and when Mom took me shopping I would pick the most feminine boy's clothing I could find. Basically anything that was not sports oriented and had some pink in it. I ended up with a lot of pink clothes. Mom said nothing.
At some point I saw on the internet someone using breast pumps and nipple pumps. Now Mom buys a lot of junk on Amazon. About twenty things a week so she didn't notice that I piggy backed breast pumps and nipple pumps on her usual order. I was able to intercept the packages because I always got home from school before she got home from work. I couldn't wait to start using both. I heard mom pull up the driveway and quickly released the pumps and put them away. A couple of weeks I secretly ordered a couple of bras, one was pink the other was red. I kept them hidden as well.
I kept up the pumping and friends at school noticed I had boobs and not just man boobs. They made some jokes about it and suggested weight loss despite the fact that according to my dr I'm not overweight any more. What they didn't know was I secretly loved that they noticed and hoped that some girls would also notice. I developed a fantasy of wanting to be ridiculed for having tits and I wanted girls to do the ridiculing. It wasn't the girls in school that ended up ridiculing me.
A few weeks after I started to buy my secret stuff on Amazon Mom had me sit down in the living room for a serious talk. She asked me if there was anything I wanted to confess to her. I honestly thought I had done a good job keeping my secrets so I didn't suspect that she had discovered my secret so I pretended ignorance. She got up and left the room for a moment then returned with a sewing tape measure. She told me to stand up and she walked around behind me and measured my chest across my huge puffy swollen nipples and then under my tits. She pronounced that my size was a 34B. My face turned bright red and I felt it flush and I was so embarrassed. I was also incredibly turned on. My cock turned instant hard and I so wanted to continue the embarrassing interrogation. I just tingled everywhere due to the delicious humiliation. Mom asked if I was a girl. I shrugged my shoulders in embarrassment. Then she simply announced that she was taking me bra shopping but first we were going to the salon. We had a sort of mother daughter day. We got our hair and nails done. She took me to the make-up counter at a department store for make-up lessons. Then she bought me a make-up kit. She bought me some perfume to wear. Then it was time to buy bra, panties, a couple of dresses and skirts and tops and shoes and oh yes of course, a purse.
I was incredibly turned on seeing my feminine image in the mirror.
Two weeks later I was in a doctor's office being interrogated by a female doctor who specialized in M to F transgender children. I was 13 and was given a prescription but first Mom drove me 150 miles to a special clinic. She whispered to the receptionist something then she nodded and said she understood. The receptionist took me to a room and then a woman in a white lab coat handed me a jar and took me to a bathroom with a TV. She told me that if I felt like jerking off I should do it in the jar. I was now even more embarrassed. Like a typical 13 year old kid I pretended not to know what she was talking about. A moment later the TV turned itself on and a porn video came up and started playing but then it was like someone was changing channels and then it came to one that showed three teenage shemales fucking each other in the ass and mouth. I was so turned on that I couldn't help jerking off and decided since a receptacle was available I'd use it. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and a pleasant female voice asked if I was done making babies and she giggled. I told her I was done and and she came in and took my little cup of sperm, looked inside and then told me that was probably going to be the biggest cum load I would ever produce. It was about a teaspoon. When we left I asked Mom what that whole thing was about and she said it was in case she wanted to be a grandmother.
The next day I started my prescription. I felt really weird for the next few weeks and months and I also noticed that my pumping ( which I continued to try to keep a secret from Mom) continued to be more and more successful. Now Mom didn't make me go to school in girl's clothing and she didn't tell the school I was transgender. She simply gave me medicine to take every day and my self boob fetish just got strong and stronger and my tits grew and grew. I got a lot of ridicule from classmates both boys and girls and the occasional rude remark from faculty. I never did understand why but that always made me tingle and when a girl would berate me for having bigger tits than her grandmother I would shyly smile at her.
by the time I finished 8th grade I was wearing 36D bras. My hair had also grown out and was almost to my waist. My voice was higher pitched than it was when I was in 7th grade and while all the other boys my age had much bigger cocks than they had a year or two earlier, mine was actually a lot smaller, about the size it was when I was ten and it was more difficult to get hard unless I stood in the mirror and played with my huge big bouncy booby titties. Or, if a girl did a particularly brutal job berating or ridiculing me over them.
Now had I been particularly fat I suppose they would not have looked so out of place but on a guy who was more or less slender, they didn't look like they belonged at all. And speaking of the rest of my body, I had other curves boys don't have. My hips had begun to flair out and my waist was a bit skinny too. Boys jeans didn't fit me at all and so Mom started to give me girl's jeans to wear along with girl's tops.
When I showed up for my first day of high school and tried to report to boys gym class I was kicked out of the locker room. A few minutes later the school nurse came by to take me to the clinic for a chat. She told me that she had no idea how my records got mixed up but girls could not take gym with boys or go into the boy's locker room. I told her that I WAS a boy and was willing to prove it. Well that got her curious so she had my pull down my girl's jeans and pull aside the pink satin panties Mom had bought me and sure enough, despite it's diminutive size, I had a cock and balls. So she made some phone calls and found that I actually could take gym class with the boys. She apologized for the confusion and the boy's gym teacher then apologized. Neither of them knew about my prescriptions. I didn't even know about my prescriptions. I was told they were vitamins. I had no idea Mom had put me on hormones and I just never made the connection. I had already been growing tits and pumping them for no other reason than that being ridiculed for having big girly tits was a turn on.
Gym glass was a rather erotic experience. I had by far the tiniest little clit dick. The boys didn't say much to me other than ridiculing my tits, particularly my huge puffy nipples. The gym teachers tried their best to ignore my body. When I took a shower with the boys they all gawked and said comments like they wished their girlfriend had a rack like mine. None said anything about my diminutive genitals. But one took me aside and said I was pretty and asked for a blow job. I had never thought about that before but the idea of his penis in my mouth suddenly turned me on. The idea of a girl watching me suck his cock turned me on even more.
Later that first day I sucked a cock for the first time ever and liked it.
By the time I was fifteen and in the tenth grade I was wearing 46G bras was only five feet tall and only weighed 92 pounds. Only a few fat girls had bigger tits than mine. I had also acquired the nickname "Tits." Every time a girl called me tits I almost came in my pink satin panties. Speaking of which I only wore dresses or skirts and blouses to school by this point and my penis was shrunk so small I had penis envy around baby boys. I was literally about an inch long when hard which wasn't often. I had the voice of a preteen girl, my pigtails were down to my knees and the mere thought of being gangbanged by the entire boy's gym class would have me shaking with arousal. As a junior the following year I acquired additional nicknames. Whoppers and melons were the two most common though "heshe" and "sissy faggot" were also popular names of ridicule.
At some point I saw on the internet someone using breast pumps and nipple pumps. Now Mom buys a lot of junk on Amazon. About twenty things a week so she didn't notice that I piggy backed breast pumps and nipple pumps on her usual order. I was able to intercept the packages because I always got home from school before she got home from work. I couldn't wait to start using both. I heard mom pull up the driveway and quickly released the pumps and put them away. A couple of weeks I secretly ordered a couple of bras, one was pink the other was red. I kept them hidden as well.
I kept up the pumping and friends at school noticed I had boobs and not just man boobs. They made some jokes about it and suggested weight loss despite the fact that according to my dr I'm not overweight any more. What they didn't know was I secretly loved that they noticed and hoped that some girls would also notice. I developed a fantasy of wanting to be ridiculed for having tits and I wanted girls to do the ridiculing. It wasn't the girls in school that ended up ridiculing me.
A few weeks after I started to buy my secret stuff on Amazon Mom had me sit down in the living room for a serious talk. She asked me if there was anything I wanted to confess to her. I honestly thought I had done a good job keeping my secrets so I didn't suspect that she had discovered my secret so I pretended ignorance. She got up and left the room for a moment then returned with a sewing tape measure. She told me to stand up and she walked around behind me and measured my chest across my huge puffy swollen nipples and then under my tits. She pronounced that my size was a 34B. My face turned bright red and I felt it flush and I was so embarrassed. I was also incredibly turned on. My cock turned instant hard and I so wanted to continue the embarrassing interrogation. I just tingled everywhere due to the delicious humiliation. Mom asked if I was a girl. I shrugged my shoulders in embarrassment. Then she simply announced that she was taking me bra shopping but first we were going to the salon. We had a sort of mother daughter day. We got our hair and nails done. She took me to the make-up counter at a department store for make-up lessons. Then she bought me a make-up kit. She bought me some perfume to wear. Then it was time to buy bra, panties, a couple of dresses and skirts and tops and shoes and oh yes of course, a purse.
I was incredibly turned on seeing my feminine image in the mirror.
Two weeks later I was in a doctor's office being interrogated by a female doctor who specialized in M to F transgender children. I was 13 and was given a prescription but first Mom drove me 150 miles to a special clinic. She whispered to the receptionist something then she nodded and said she understood. The receptionist took me to a room and then a woman in a white lab coat handed me a jar and took me to a bathroom with a TV. She told me that if I felt like jerking off I should do it in the jar. I was now even more embarrassed. Like a typical 13 year old kid I pretended not to know what she was talking about. A moment later the TV turned itself on and a porn video came up and started playing but then it was like someone was changing channels and then it came to one that showed three teenage shemales fucking each other in the ass and mouth. I was so turned on that I couldn't help jerking off and decided since a receptacle was available I'd use it. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and a pleasant female voice asked if I was done making babies and she giggled. I told her I was done and and she came in and took my little cup of sperm, looked inside and then told me that was probably going to be the biggest cum load I would ever produce. It was about a teaspoon. When we left I asked Mom what that whole thing was about and she said it was in case she wanted to be a grandmother.
The next day I started my prescription. I felt really weird for the next few weeks and months and I also noticed that my pumping ( which I continued to try to keep a secret from Mom) continued to be more and more successful. Now Mom didn't make me go to school in girl's clothing and she didn't tell the school I was transgender. She simply gave me medicine to take every day and my self boob fetish just got strong and stronger and my tits grew and grew. I got a lot of ridicule from classmates both boys and girls and the occasional rude remark from faculty. I never did understand why but that always made me tingle and when a girl would berate me for having bigger tits than her grandmother I would shyly smile at her.
by the time I finished 8th grade I was wearing 36D bras. My hair had also grown out and was almost to my waist. My voice was higher pitched than it was when I was in 7th grade and while all the other boys my age had much bigger cocks than they had a year or two earlier, mine was actually a lot smaller, about the size it was when I was ten and it was more difficult to get hard unless I stood in the mirror and played with my huge big bouncy booby titties. Or, if a girl did a particularly brutal job berating or ridiculing me over them.
Now had I been particularly fat I suppose they would not have looked so out of place but on a guy who was more or less slender, they didn't look like they belonged at all. And speaking of the rest of my body, I had other curves boys don't have. My hips had begun to flair out and my waist was a bit skinny too. Boys jeans didn't fit me at all and so Mom started to give me girl's jeans to wear along with girl's tops.
When I showed up for my first day of high school and tried to report to boys gym class I was kicked out of the locker room. A few minutes later the school nurse came by to take me to the clinic for a chat. She told me that she had no idea how my records got mixed up but girls could not take gym with boys or go into the boy's locker room. I told her that I WAS a boy and was willing to prove it. Well that got her curious so she had my pull down my girl's jeans and pull aside the pink satin panties Mom had bought me and sure enough, despite it's diminutive size, I had a cock and balls. So she made some phone calls and found that I actually could take gym class with the boys. She apologized for the confusion and the boy's gym teacher then apologized. Neither of them knew about my prescriptions. I didn't even know about my prescriptions. I was told they were vitamins. I had no idea Mom had put me on hormones and I just never made the connection. I had already been growing tits and pumping them for no other reason than that being ridiculed for having big girly tits was a turn on.
Gym glass was a rather erotic experience. I had by far the tiniest little clit dick. The boys didn't say much to me other than ridiculing my tits, particularly my huge puffy nipples. The gym teachers tried their best to ignore my body. When I took a shower with the boys they all gawked and said comments like they wished their girlfriend had a rack like mine. None said anything about my diminutive genitals. But one took me aside and said I was pretty and asked for a blow job. I had never thought about that before but the idea of his penis in my mouth suddenly turned me on. The idea of a girl watching me suck his cock turned me on even more.
Later that first day I sucked a cock for the first time ever and liked it.
By the time I was fifteen and in the tenth grade I was wearing 46G bras was only five feet tall and only weighed 92 pounds. Only a few fat girls had bigger tits than mine. I had also acquired the nickname "Tits." Every time a girl called me tits I almost came in my pink satin panties. Speaking of which I only wore dresses or skirts and blouses to school by this point and my penis was shrunk so small I had penis envy around baby boys. I was literally about an inch long when hard which wasn't often. I had the voice of a preteen girl, my pigtails were down to my knees and the mere thought of being gangbanged by the entire boy's gym class would have me shaking with arousal. As a junior the following year I acquired additional nicknames. Whoppers and melons were the two most common though "heshe" and "sissy faggot" were also popular names of ridicule.
