I can remember 3 times but the first time was the hardest. It was back when i recently got Gyne. I was going to school and it was time for gymnastic. We had it 2 times a week. We had two locker-rooms and I started to notice that my classmates picked the one i wasnt in, exept for one, my closest "friend". I didnt realise it at first that they choosed the other room because of me. One day after the gymnastic i was walking into the lockerroom and at the sametime i was taking my clothes off my friend sat there with the clothes on and told me that he was going to shower in the other room? Oh my god, did you know how i felt like? It felt like i was carrying some kind of desease. My mind went crazy. Maybe they did make funny of me in the other room? offcourse they did!?
Why would they not want to be in the same room as you? That's just weird. Did they just seperate themselves from you for showering or did they do this all the time?
I don't know what to say to those of you who had people talking about your chest behind your backs. People always said stuff straight to my face. I'm sure they talked about me behind my back too...hell, people would talk about my chest when I was in the room and pretend like I wasn't there. I'm sure you guys are familiar with the old "talk about the person like they're not there, but make sure they hear it" routine.
I've had lots and lots of bad experiences involving my chest (two years ago I recorded all the ones I could remember), and another particularly bad incident went like this...
My school was very small, and there was only one major intersection in the school where the two main halls met. At the intersection there were a few benches as well as the water fountain. One day I was getting a drink of a water, and I heard this senior saying pretty loudly "Where's [user]? Where's [user]?". A friend of mine said, "He's over there." And the senior softly said, "No, my picture of [user]." I walked past the benches, and I could hear the senior talking to his girlfriend saying "Yeah, that guy used to have breasts."
From what I've pieced together this guy had a damn picture of me from back when I wasn't actively trying to hide my breasts (7th/8th grade). After I left the school the following year, I told my parents everything that had happened regarding my chest (my Mom had remarked "No ones ever made fun of your chest!" so I had to set the record straight). When she heard this story, she said that if she got the guy's name she'd try to press charges.
I can see that many of you guys also suffered the dreaded "tittie twister". People did that to me, too, but other guys would actually fondle my breasts and touch them like a female's. This one guy who hated me would come up to me and touch my chest like this (thank god nobody ever saw it).