When I was fifteen my then twelve year old brother somehow found out I hadn't started puberty yet and told all his friends. When they teased me and asked if it was true I, naturally, denied it, silently thanking God for my loose clothes and padded bra complete with tissues (despite being totally flat at the time I stuffed to a B cup).

I had largely forgotten about the incident by a month later and agreed to babysit my brother's sleepover while my parents went out to some work related thing. I was reading in my room, wondering at how quiet it was, when suddenly my brother and his six friends burst into my room. They held me down and someone began to unbutton my blouse. I got angry and told them to stop, then as they pulled open my blouse I began to beg them to let me go. Another pair of hands unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off, followed quickly by my socks. They paused then, clearly excited to be seeing me in my underwear, and I thought they were going to stop there. That was until they pulled me into a sitting position and my brother unhooked my bra as I began to cry and beg them to stop. My bra was pulled off and after their initial surprise the boys burst into laughter over my tissue stuffed bra and flat chest. All I could do was stare imploringly at my grinning little brother as my panties were removed and the secret of my hairless pussy exposed, to laughing and teasing from everyone. I'll always remember the gleeful look on my brother's face as he said 'told you she was still a little girl where it counts'.

I was let go after a while and more teasing but the humiliation didn't end there as it quickly got round the middle school and high school and I was teased (including many pantsings and stall invasions in the bathroom, to see if it was true) until I left school, even after I finally started puberty at seventeen.