Forget the bra

There's just no way you can wear this bra. The way its' straps dig into your back and shoulders as it strains to contain your massive breasts is far too uncomfortable for you to bear. Pulling the shirt back off, you fumble with the clasp on the back again, sighing in relief as it finally pops open, releasing you from its' torment.

Putting it back in your mom's dresser, you grab your shirt and pull it on again. After you get it on, you look down, and immediately notice how tight it is on you. The fit is almost skintight, a consequence of Gwen's smaller rack, and your nipples form two very prominent bumps against the material. Furthermore, they sway and jiggle as you move, their movements providing a tantalizing image in your mind. you remind yourself yet again that you're a guy, stuck in a girl's body, and start to figure out what you're going to do with the rest of your day.