Even though I was a guy, the day I started growing breasts was a pretty normal day. I didn't have any strange sensation or weird itches or anything like that. I did have a dream which felt quite vivid overnight but which left me when I woke.
I walked into bathroom, trying to pull some of the seemingly-fantastic detail out of the haze of my thoughts, and slipped off my shirt.
Cracking my neck a few times, I glanced in the mirror. The area around my nipples was pressed out a little bit. Nothing too serious but, considering I was used to heavy-lifting at work and my muscles had adapted to that, it did surprise me.
I thought that perhaps I was eating a bit too much and something like a junior version of my Uncle Brad's 'moobs' were starting to show. And I didn't think any more of it at the time except to remind myself to eat a little less and exercise more.
The rest of that week was loaded with veggies and sit-ups. My best friend Adam came over a few times and chee
I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything.
The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore.
I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me.
Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?"
I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?"
Allison gave me a once over and a weird