Feeding time & things happen

“Perfect timing!” said one of the nannies walking up to Emma. “Billy is hungry.” Turning to John she continued. “Your little one is hungry too.”

Emma walked over to one of the several chairs in the room, unbuttoning her blouse on the way. Sitting herself down, she undid her front close bra, freeing her breasts. The nanny then handed Billy to her.

Seeing this unfold in front of him, John averted his eyes. Emma noticed this. “Nothing to be ashamed of Johnni, no men here to see anything,” she laughed.

As Emma started feeding her son, John reached for his bag, containing all the necessary supplies. Pulling a bottle out he sat in another chair as a different nanny handed over his daughter.

“Oh girl, you really should be feeding naturally,” Emma said. “It’s so much better for the child.”

“I can’t, I mean I don’t,” John stammered.

Looking at John’s chest, Emma smiled. “Sure you can! Your breast might be small, but they still work! And there’s no better bond with your baby.”

Making a mental note, Emma determined that she would speak to the other moms in the club about Johnni’s apparent embarrassment at breast feeding. Nothing like a little peer pressure to get someone to do what’s best.

Meanwhile, as Rose fiddled around with get her own child ready for them to leave, she kept thinking of ways to get John out of the rabbit hole he was headed for. Hearing what Emma said about breastfeeding, she thought she would be able to head this off. Approaching Emma she whispered, “Johnni doesn’t breastfeed because she can’t produce milk. But don’t let in that you know, ok?”

“Sure thing Rose, our secret,” Emma replied, knowing full well that the entire mom club would know by the end of the day. That was one of the reasons the mom club got started, mostly for support and feminine empowerment, but also so that more well off mothers could help the less fortunate ones. And Johnni sure fit into the second category! The women in the club would soon have Johnni sorted out.

Looking at John, Rose appraised his appearance. With his new nails, he looked more feminine than when he first walked in the salon. But sooner or later somebody was bound to notice that he wasn’t exactly dressed in women’s clothes. Looking through her bag, she found a spare tank top, long enough to cover any telltale signs.

Quickly slipping it into his bag, Rose waited patiently for them to finish feeding their babies. As luck would have it, Allison spit up all over John’s shirt. Thanking her luck, Rose immediately grabbed John’s bag and handed it to him while simultaneously taking Allison.

“Here’s your bag Johnni. I’m sure you’ve got a spare top in there. Why don’t you change?” Rose said, giving him a pleading look.

John took the offered bag, knowing for a fact they he didn’t have an extra shirt, and opened it. Fear quickly flashed in his eyes when he saw the pink garment in top. John looked questionably at Rose.

Emma, mistaking his look of confusion, said, “the bathroom is over there.”

Rose, who by this point had moved behind Emma, simply glared at John and silently mouthed “PUT. IT. ON.”

Having no real choice, John went into the bathroom to change. He had just removed his soiled shirt when his phone chimed. Reaching into his bag, he pulled his phone out. It was a text from Rose.

“Just put the top on and adjust yourself. You’ll know what I mean. You’re gonna have to play along until we figure a way out. For now, just be Johnni!”

John pulled the top over his head. A struggled to get it over his chest, but once he did, the top just seemed to hang off his frame. He felt a tight band around his chest, under his boobs, when he realized that the top had some kind of build in bra.

Looking in the mirror, he now knew what Rose meant when she said to adjust himself. He tugged, lifted and pulled his boobs into what he thought was the right position. He now had a clearly defined cleavage! The low cut on the top did nothing to hide his new found assets.