In that same vein, 😘 maybe if I wore bras and bustiers like Xena Warrior Princess and her band. Instead, I felt vulnerable and alone.
Developing breasts set me apart from the boys, but I was not one of the girls. I felt peer pressure, but could not identify a peer group I fit into. Adults seemed more likely to exacerbate the situation.
Until puberty I felt and was treated like all the other boys. I never gave it a thought. When I started growing breasts when the girls in my class did, I did not even realize until the teasing.
You could see that the girls were very aware of how they were developing. After some time, after hearing so much teasing, forced to put on my “titty shows” in PE, made to let boys grope me, not surprisingly, I, too, belatedly became very focused on my breasts, how they were growing, changing, their pointy shape, how they tented out my tops, my puffy nipples poking out, my areolae expanding, my nipples getting thicker, longer even, especially when pulled, saluted by cold air or touching.
I became accustomed to the movement on my chest, was always aware I was constantly jiggling whenever I did anything. I learned that my breasts and nipples were quite tender. If I did vigorous activity, like running or jumping my breast tissue could feel sore later. Similarly, I found my nipples were often chapped, and the chafing particularly bad if I did a lot of physical activity. I came to realize this was from my nipples rubbing inside my tops as my breasts constantly jiggled. I even had private dark humor about the silver lining of the PE teachers always putting me on the skins team to help save me from chafed nipples.
