However, when anyone touched my boobs it triggered strange feelings in my body and that is the only part that I loved. I strongly felt my big boobs was retarding my sports career. I went to my mother and complained about my breasts bouncing all the time and even more when playing games.
She thought about it and got me to strip my top and looking at my chest said I should start wearing a bra below my slip to support my breasts. She gave me one of her own (size 32C which I read on the label attached to it) to try. She taught me how to wear it and while the bra supported my breasts much more firmly in place it also made them project much more forward.
Well this was the best option I had at that time and so I eagerly accepted it. Now I felt much better and more confident while I played games because my breasts didn’t bounce as much as before. At the same time, it became even more easier for the boys to grab my breasts due to the projection made by the bra. In fact, from the day I started wearing the bra I felt a lot more eyes on me from men of all ages.
There was a guy in college in my same school campus, Hardeep who was very close to me living in the same colony who used to accompany me commuting to and fro from school. He was from a very rich family and was also my best friend and meant the entire world to me. There was nothing hidden between us as we have both grown up together since I was a toddler.
No one knew me as much as he did even more than my parents and he was 2yrs elder to me. He told me on day one when I wore my new bra to school that I was looking much better than before and after he touched and squeezed my breasts all over, said my chest was looking much bigger and how? I enjoyed his touching my breasts and said my mother gave me her bra to wear and it fit me good.
He seemed curious but didn’t talk anything more about it. Life went on few more months and even before I completed my first year wearing this bra I went back to my mother telling her that I was finding this bra extremely tight and painful. When she took a close look she saw red marks all around where the band of the bra sits and also my shoulders and said I immediately needed a bigger one.
She seemed very troubled at the speed at which my breasts were growing and decided we meet a doctor to see if there was anything wrong with me. Next day was a Saturday and both of us had half day so she decided to take me to a doctor in the afternoon after lunch and then shopping.
Being a small town it was impossible to find a gynecologist and all you could find was a general physician. We reached the clinic and both went inside to meet him. He was quite an elderly man in his 50s and mother explained to him her concerns.
Since this was a small place, he asked mom to step outside and wait till he did a through check-up on me. Mom stepped outside and he bolted his door and asked me to sit on his examination table. I was wearing my usual Punjabi kurta and salwar without the bra but with slip and panties.