I Need a Bra

Ugh, Jesus. I hate to admit it, but I really should have taken my sister’s advice and worn a bra. I thought not wearing one would save some of my masculine dignity, but I was apparently mistaken. Hard to keep a “masculine dignity” when every time I bend down these big tits threaten to fall out of my shirt. They jiggle constantly and everytime I look I see another guy stealing a glance. This sweater wasn’t the best choice either, since I keep needing to adjust the neckline so my nipples don’t pop out. I hate that I’m stuck in my sisters body, but I think as long as I am, it’s better to have to deal with a bra then every guy staring at my rack.


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