Arron and boobs

Arron found himself in the bedroom with Sarah after Hannah, Gerald, and their two sons had gone home for lunch while awaiting Gerald's brother Ryan to come down. It still bothered him a bit that there was the assumption he was a she, that there was no opportunities for him to correct the misconception in any way, and that the longer the charade was kept up, the more difficult it would be to put an end to it without experiencing more and more drama. Were things so bad that he was willing to put up with being a woman in public for the sake of having companionship and friendship?

The bigger problem at the moment? Sarah wanted to give him boobs.

Yes, his daughter needed to get her priorities straight. Instead of trying to figure out how to help her father become, well, her father, though...bless her heart, her head was definitely not where it needed to be.

"Sarah..." he began but she didn't mind him a bit and immediately began by having him strip off the sweater he was wearing. Within moments, she had managed to pull out the box containing Erin's stuff and after rummaging around, pulled out one of her stretchy bras. "What?"

"Put this on," she answered without looking backwards and began to rummage through his box of scrapped clothes for some form of padding. "You might as well, there's no escaping this."

"B-But..."

Sarah looked back over her shoulder at him. "Look, I know how stupid this all seems...but they think you're my mom, you're a woman, and now you are going out on a day where it's bright, rather warm, and you can't go looking like a flat-chested lunk. Do you WANT them to think you're a man in drag?"

Arron rolled his eyes at that. "Yes, as opposed to dressing in drag?"

"A famous person said that we're all born naked, the rest is drag."

He wondered what she was watching for a few moments but then, figuring that the bullet was already fired, begrudgingly slipped on the bra and as he clasped it shut in back, noticed she was watching him and rather impressed at how well he managed to get it on. "Dad..."

"Yes, yes, I wore a bra once or twice, okay? Your mom had some kinky-ass ideas for costumes before you came along."

Sarah laughed and said nothing as she balled the socks she pulled into something resembling a pear and then proceeded to stuff the cups. After a few moments and prodding, the two of them then turned and placed a knit top on. Arron couldn't help but notice the way it tented out from his chest, at how natural and normal it appeared from the outside, and when he looked in the mirror, all he could see was a rather well endowed woman looking back at him. "Um...how big are these?"

Sarah shook her head. "Not 1 minute and you're already wondering what size you are. You know how big mom was, this is one of hers." Erin was top heavy but, as he looked on, he could've sworn that he was somehow bigger...