Swallow some of your pride and finish packing your things

You look for the most unsuspecting bra you can find, which is hard since your sister have always been one of those mean girls kind of types. The black one without lacing or other such girly stuff seems to be the perfect choice. You take of your shirt and grab the female piece of underclothing. Now to put it on...

The thing confuses you a little bit. You are somewhat of an expert on taking them off, not necessarily putting them on. You recall the last time you had sex for guidance. It was this bookish-looking brunette, but boy did she hide some nice ass under all tha... FOCUS LUCAS!

Your slender arms go through the straps. You feel around your back. Where is that small plastic belt thingy? You find it and a click signals that you've sucessfully hooked it together. You gently stuff your swollen breasts into the padding. It feels so weird to have them pressed together like that. It also feels they're a bit small for you. Zoe had the biggest boobs in the family. You're not too sure how to feel taking her place at the podium.

You put your jersey back on before you can go over it too much. There's some black sweatpants your sister absolutely hated using. They're the only thing that will fit around your hips properly though. It takes even more effort to put on socks. It's simply impossible to reach down past your bump. You squeak and feel, what you think it is, another kick.

Rolling around your new center of gravity you push yourself up, grab your bag and makes your way downstairs. Going down is equally taxing to you as going up, especially when you're carrying a bag full of clothes.

You're sitting on the kitchen to wind down a bit. You seize this moment to write down a note explaining to your parents that you and Zoe are fine, and, that you'll both be back soon. You hope to yourself that's true.

With that you open the door to the outside and leave your home behind.