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Despite how embarrassing that first waxing had been, it also brought you to pay more attention to your body. You started dressing better, eating better, experimenting with makeup. Suddenly other people looked... sexy. Were you sexy? Could you be? The first time you tagged along to your mom’s yoga class you were unexpectedly distracted by all of the toned, glistening, abs and arms and shoulders and.... glutes. | Despite how embarrassing that first waxing had been, it also brought you to pay more attention to your body. You started dressing better, eating better, experimenting with makeup. Suddenly other people looked... sexy. Were you sexy? Could you be? The first time you tagged along to your mom’s yoga class you were unexpectedly distracted by all of the toned, glistening, abs and arms and shoulders and.... glutes. | ||
Laying in the sun, your eyes closed, your mind wandering, your body becomes increasingly hot. Not only your bare chest | Laying in the sun, your eyes closed, your mind wandering, your body becomes increasingly hot. Not only your bare chest but where your fingers are probing beneath the sheets. Unfortunately you’re prevented from doing anything about it as the sunlight meanders its way to your face. Its unyielding intensity is too distracting and forces you out of bed. | ||
You stand and stretch upwards with a weak moan. Flexing and stretching makes you realize how stiff your nipples are and prompts you to press your palms against your still developing chest. The focus you’ve given to shaping your figure has certainly paid off in most places. Yet, despite having turned 14 last month, you’re still waiting for your breasts to catch up with you. Granted you’re also shorter than you want to be, but you’d settle on being short if you could get boobs that take up more space than an A cup. Some cleavage might make you look less like a grade schooler. | You stand and stretch upwards with a weak moan. Flexing and stretching makes you realize how stiff your nipples are and prompts you to press your palms against your still developing chest. The focus you’ve given to shaping your figure has certainly paid off in most places. Yet, despite having turned 14 last month, you’re still waiting for your breasts to catch up with you. Granted you’re also shorter than you want to be, but you’d settle on being short if you could get boobs that take up more space than an A cup. Some cleavage might make you look less like a grade schooler. | ||
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Beams of light trickle in from the window, warming your skin. You bask in the soothing energy for a while, the morning sun slowly rousing you from a deep sleep. Despite the high temperatures lately, it’s hard to not invite the warmth bathing your upper body. The comforting embrace of the sunrise beaming onto your bare chest eventually reminds you of how little you’re wearing.
You used to sleep naked when you were younger. Specifically up until two years ago. That was when mom rudely pulled you out of bed one morning and noticed your wispy pubic hair coming in. She insisted you go with her to the salon to get it take care of. Having mom make such a big deal about your body was embarrassing enough, but getting a brazilian wax from a Brazilian girl with your mom ordering you about the whole time was so much worse. You were especially surprised by how your body reacted to another girl’s hands manipulating their way between your legs. Forcibly propped up on all fours in nothing but socks and a training bra (mom was convinced your shirt would get dirty) a complete stranger smeared thick gooey wax all over your privates in a humiliating and shameful display which left you confused and frustrated. You swore you would never let your mother take you anywhere ever again.
...until the hair grew back. It didn’t take long before you sheepishly asked mom to take you again.
But that was when you started wearing PJs to bed. Full tops and bottoms for a while. Sometimes a hand-me-down onesie from your sister. More recently t-shirts and panties. Last night you were hot enough - and naughty enough - to risk going topless.
Despite how embarrassing that first waxing had been, it also brought you to pay more attention to your body. You started dressing better, eating better, experimenting with makeup. Suddenly other people looked... sexy. Were you sexy? Could you be? The first time you tagged along to your mom’s yoga class you were unexpectedly distracted by all of the toned, glistening, abs and arms and shoulders and.... glutes.
Laying in the sun, your eyes closed, your mind wandering, your body becomes increasingly hot. Not only your bare chest but where your fingers are probing beneath the sheets. Unfortunately you’re prevented from doing anything about it as the sunlight meanders its way to your face. Its unyielding intensity is too distracting and forces you out of bed.
You stand and stretch upwards with a weak moan. Flexing and stretching makes you realize how stiff your nipples are and prompts you to press your palms against your still developing chest. The focus you’ve given to shaping your figure has certainly paid off in most places. Yet, despite having turned 14 last month, you’re still waiting for your breasts to catch up with you. Granted you’re also shorter than you want to be, but you’d settle on being short if you could get boobs that take up more space than an A cup. Some cleavage might make you look less like a grade schooler.
You grab your favorite kimono robe. Still feeling daring, you simply hold it in front of you and dart across the hall to the bathroom. You hop straight into the shower for a quick rinse, cool refreshing water an enjoyable contrast to the sun’s heat. The quick shower calms your mind somewhat, but rubbing your hands over your naked, toned body does little to soothe your aching nipples.
You finish up with your morning routine while staring at your body in the mirror. You skip some of the more finicky parts of your routine, since it isn’t a school day. Quickly brushing your hair back into a ponytail you lazily saunter back to your room in your robe.
Mom had mentioned that your brother might be stopping by today. You’ve missed him so much since he moved into his co-ed dorm a few years ago. The last time you visited him there you got so jealous of the way he looked at some of the girls on campus. You’re sure you now look just as good as any of them, if not better! You know your boobs are small, but you didn’t even have them when Zack first left. You also had braces and acne then so you’re not sure how he hasn’t noticed how good you look. You’re also not sure why it matters if your brother thinks you look good, but some part of you really, really wants him to.
Mom said you would get used to seeing him less often. Somehow you’ve only thought about him more and more.