"Why are be going in here?" Iasked."To get you a bra, silly," she laughed. When I startedto protest she stopped me by saying with a chuckle,"you've ga...ned some weight the last couple of yearsand your boobs are almost as big as mine! I thinkyou'd feel more comfortable in a bra." I didn't say athing, but I knew she was probably right.When we entered the shop a nice looking clerk aboutour age came up to meet us. "Can I help you ma'am,"she asked."Yes, I'm looking for a bra and maybe some nice. But she no longer had any Lolita quality about her and was instead a late-teen Wild Thing. Laura had never looked at her body carefully since Kendra was always around and Laura didn't want to seem like a child molester. But now there was no reason not to look directly at her, and Laura was stunned by Jane's fresh, almost perfect beauty.She was shorter, also darker, than her mother, but without working out or anything her body was perfectly proportioned. She had a miracle ass and perfectly. I knew you’d love the idea of being dressed up as a little sissy slut, with hormones padding your ass and making your little titties swell until you need a bra to stop them from jiggling when ever you move to do my bidding.’ He continued, totally ignoring my moans of protestation, probably interpreting them as moans of arousal as my damned penis continued to grow hard under his hand. My inadequate writhing, as I continued to try and break free, was probably also misinterpreted as my constant. Then I threw on a T-shirt of a band that me and Frankie really like with some jean high-waisted shorts and bolted out the door. The 45-minute car ride was awful. I sat there weighing the pros and cons of what I was about to do. What if this ruins everything? What if this ruins nothing at all? What if Cole finds out? What if it's kept a secret? What if Frankie wants more than this? What if I'm just a one night stand to him? I was there. I got out of the car and rang the doorbell. When he.