1. The Hardship of a Large Chest


    Date: 6/20/2016, Categories: Fiction, Non-Erotic, School, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: Lucia Rubidium, Rating: 21.1, Source: sexstories.com

    across my chest that says “get at me”? Tears blur my vision. I try to sniff them back, but they just stream out, scorching their way down my cheeks. ~~ “What’s wrong, sweetie?” How am I going to tell my geography teacher? “Um…” “It’s okay. Here, let’s go out in the hall.” She walks me out and shuts the classroom door. I sincerely pray that none of the other kids noticed. I’d look like even more of a freak. “Some kids...well, lots of kids--” I bury my face in my hands, taking a deep sigh. My stomach is painfully weighed down, like someone’s dumping toxic waste in it. This hurts like hell . God, save me. “They treat me differently because of my…” Do I have to say it? “My chest.” She shakes her head. “Aw, Abigail. I’m sorry to hear that.” “Thanks.” Not only are Dylan and Meghan and Kaitlyn and the rest of the squad on my side, but now also Mrs. Richter. I manage to smile, even though it’s just a faint bit. “But dear, there’s something you must understand.” She sets her arm on my shoulder and looks into my eyes. “When you don’t present yourself respectably, you can’t expect everyone to treat you with respect.” What? “You just need to cover yourself up a bit more modestly. That’s all, sweetie! Would you like to go to the office to change your shirt?” Though I could never work up the courage to say this, why can’t those nasty boys get sent to the office instead? “No, thanks. I’m fine.” “All righty then.” Mrs. Richter opens the door again, and it’s time for class. Once I’m back in ...
    my desk, the girl next to me taps my shoulder. “Mind if I borrow a pencil?” I turn to her. “Oh hey, we’re wearing the same shirt!” “Yeah.” She giggles into her hand. Her laugh is such a sweet sound to hear. This isn’t really such a bad place sometimes. But wait. If she has the same shirt, why am I--and only I--dressed wrong? Oh. Right. “So yeah, can I have a pencil?” She turns to inspect my face more closely. “Are you okay?” No words. Just a moment of tough silence. “Yeah.” ~~ Ah, how nice to be home. Today was kind of rough, so instead of starting my homework, I decided to relax out on the balcony for a moment. The gentle breeze is so soothing, and the sprawling Vegas Valley view is breathtakingly incredible. There’s endless cookie-cutter neighborhoods with lush trees. Looking even further--as much as I hate being born this way, I'm glad I was blessed with sharp vision--is the Vegas Strip. It’s just like the movies. Huge skyscrapers, unbelievable traffic, and tons of billboards. They’re kind of gross, though, with all those Photoshopped booby bikini ladies. Other than porn videos and those billboard boobs, those nasty boys clearly haven’t seen many large chests in their lives. So I seem like I’m one of those ladies just because of how I was born. With all those newly-flooding hormones, it must be tough trying to see me as anyone else. Maybe there’s a solution, though. I whip my phone out and Google “harassment because of large chest,” and throughout countless news articles ...
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