After Debra rang me up I took a tiny pink bag containing my new bra outside of the store where Chelsea was waiting for me.
“How’d it go?” She asked.
“Fine, can we go now?” I responded, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.
“You don’t even have it on?”
“No, I didn’t feel like it.”
“Okay fine, you don’t have to wear it, but I bought you an outfit I thought you’d look great in!” She smiled, handing me a shopping bag.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Just give it a shot.”
I rolled my eyes and went back into the bra shop to change. My sister had bought me high cut jean shorts that rose almost all the way up my leg and a red halter. Honestly, getting the halter on was almost as difficult getting that bra on just a few moments ago. She also bought me a pair of panties, and luckily it wasn’t a thong like last time. Once I had everything on I pulled my socks and sneakers back on and went out to model for Chelsea.
“You look great! Do you like it?” She asked excitedly.
“Yeah I guess. These shorts ride up a bit.” I said, trying to stop my shorts from traveling up my ass.
“You’ll get used to it. Besides, it looks cute, trust me.”
The two of us got in her car and headed for a diner where we were supposed to meet our Dad and brothers for lunch. I was nervous walking into the restaurant because I hadn’t worn anything so feminine as the halter since second puberty hit me. I could feel my boobs jiggle slightly with each step, but it still wasn’t as distracting as if I was wearing the bra.
Chelsea and I found our brothers and father at a table but before I could even sit down my dad had a problem.
“What’s this?” He asked, gesturing to my outfit.
“Dad, I believe that is my former brother finally accepting his feminine side.” My awful older brother Barry chimed in snidely.
“Don’t be a dick.” I sneered at him.
“At least I have one.” He snickered, taking a bite of his burger.
“We need to talk.” My father said sternly. He led me across the restaurant and started talking to me in a hushed tone.
“Did you get a brassiere?” He asked.
“Yeah, its in the car.”
“Well bring it in a put it on.”
“Dad, you don’t understand how uncomfortable that thing is! Its like having a torture device strapped to your chest!”
“I don’t care, Bed. We’re in public and you’re dressed like a slut.” He said, turning on his heel and walking back to the table. My heart skipped a beat when he said that and I got really angry.
“What? I look fine, I’m just wearing a shirt!” I said, stopping to argue.
“He’s got a point dad.” Barry chimed in on his way to the mens room. “But a bra would hide those pokies.” he said pointing to my chest, where my nipples were for some reason hard and poking through.