Show them off

Samantha eyes you “Well we shouldn’t just stand here!”

“You expect me to go out with these?” You say, cupping your new breasts

“I have to do it every day. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Yeah, but I’m... a guy.”

“C’mon. You’ve got to experience it once.” With that, you concede. After all, it is just once, and you want to see what it is all about. You toss your shirt back on begin to head through the door. “No no no, you’re not going out like that. You’re indecent!”

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, noticing your erect nipples peeking through your shirt.

“Here, take this,” she hands you the bra she was wearing, “I don’t need it anymore”

“You want me to...”

“Just put it on and stop complaining.” You once again take off your shirt, this time slipping your arms through her bra straps, placing the cups against your boobs.

“A little help?” She walks over to you and hooks in the strap.

“You need to learn how to do that yourself,” Samantha chuckles. Once again, you slip on your t-shirt and begin out the door. “Wait...” she pauses, “that shirt won’t do.”

“What do you mean?”

“We need something that compliments your new... assets.” You follow her out the door and through the hall, all the while making sure to cautiously avoid your family. You arrive in your room and Samantha immediately starts rummaging through your wardrobe. After a minute of searching she pulls something out. A V-neck t-shirt that was at least a size or two too small that you don’t even remember the last time you wore. “Perfect.” She smiles. She tosses it over to you and you begin to put it on. When you pull the t-shirt over your chest you see why she wants you to wear it. Below you is a decent but not overly-gratuitous amount of cleavage. As you look in the mirror you see that the shirt shows the form of your boobs, as opposed to your last one which just hung. “Almost...” your girlfriend comments, walking behind you. You feel a tug on your shirt and see that it was now skin tight, and revealed a sliver of your belly. Your girlfriend had tied a knot in the back to make it tighter, and with that she is finished with your makeover.

“Wow.” You say, unenthusiastically, “I can’t wait to go out dressed like a teenage girl from the waist up.”

Ignoring your (lack of) enthusiasm your girlfriend says, “I can’t wait either, this’ll be so fun. Where do we go first?”