Stay at school, but go somewhere quieter

"I don't feel like heading out anywhere, but maybe finding someplace away from everyone?"you suggested. James agreed, and the two of you quickly grabbed some food and headed away from the cafeteria. You knew a way onto the roof, where no one ever really went. The two of you had slipped away to goof off up there more than a few times in the past.

Once up there, sitting against the lip that surrounded the roof, you ate in relative silence, commenting to each other occasionally about small things. It was ab it awkward, and you had to wonder if it was because you were a girl now, or if it was that he also saw you with your pants down.

The silence was broken when your phone buzzed. Unlocking it, you saw a message from your mom.

Mom: Just got a call from the school, heard about clothing issue. Getting you appropriate clothes this afternoon. Can use some of Ellie's old stuff too

Mom: Will pick you up.

You sighed, putting the phone away. "Shit, someone from the school called my mom and told her what happened. Now I'm gonna be **** to wear girl clothes."

"Well, it probably makes sense, right?" James asked. "Hard for that to happen again if your clothes fit."

"Yeah, but then I have to parade around in girl clothes..." you mumbled. "Bad enough I have these things stuck to my chest, I don't wanna do anything extra to show them off." For emphasis, you grabbed your breasts through your sweatshirt. You could see James' eyes bulge out a bit as you did. "What?"

"Nothing," he said, his face turning a bit red. "I just... you know, I didn't know how big they were..."

You glanced down, seeing the way you were holding your chest. It was clear that they were big now that you were holding the fabric closer to them. You let go, allowing your sweatshirt to go back to normal and the two of you slipped back into silence.

For a moment, at least. Until James spoke up again. "Could I-" He stopped himself, his face still red.

"Could you what?" you asked, quickly. He turned more red.

"I was just gonna ask if I could, you know... feel them?"

"Seriously?" you asked, staring daggers at him.

"What? Like you wouldn't ask the same thing if I was the one who changed?"

That was... Okay, you had to admit to yourself that was probably fair. You could definitely see yourself asking for a squeeze if the situation was reversed. But, still, you didn't want to let him feel your chest. You both lapsed into the uncomfortable silence again, which left you wondering if... maybe it would help? If you gave him a feel and he got over it? That made sense, right?