Katherine's Prom

Kathrine studied her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a blue, ball gown with matching gloves and heels. her hair was up and back, accenting her bare, well defined shoulders. Her makeup was already pristine, completing the picture of a very beautiful girl.

She had a problem though: she had bought this dress for prom before trying it on, and now, ten minutes before her boy friend was supposed to pick her up in five minutes. See, Kathrine had a secret. It had started years ago, when she was sixteen. While the girls around her were blossoming into women, she was left behind, at least in some regards. She was short, still had baby fat on her face (and some other places). But, most noticeably she hadn't "developed" up top much. She was extremely self conscious about it. The breaking point though was her lastbirthday. She had decided to have a pool party, inviting about thirty friends over, besides her parent's friends and other adults.

Kathrine wanted to impress her boyfriend, so she wore a much more revealing bikini then normal. it was a skimpy two piece that tied in the back on the top and the sides on the bottom. she felt a little self conscious in it, but also sexy and liberated.

Kathrine's boyfriend's name was Dan. He felt uncomfortable at the party, surrounded by adults he didn't know and Kathrine's girl friends. He had smuggled in a flask and been discretely drinking the whole party. By this point he was pretty drunk. He saw Kathrine standing, her back to him, talking to one of her friends. Dan was leering at her ass when an idea occurred to him. It was a stupid idea, but the in him convinced him otherwise. He came up behind Kathrine silently and pulled the string around her shoulders, undoing it. Kathrine felt something and started to turn. Dan, seeing that he was pretty much caught, decided to go for it entirely. He pulled at the knot around Kathrine's neck, freeing her top entirely. As Kathrine turned if fell to the ground, exposing her breasts. She stood in shock, not believing what had happened. She looked up at Dan, who was staring down at her bare chest with a huge grin. She looked around, and saw that the party was silent, no one was moving. Then, at the exact same moment, everyone started laughing. The whole party burst out in a mocking chorus, pointing, jeering and laughing. Kathrine cupped her chest with both hands and screamed, then bolted, pushing through the party into her room where she lay on her bed crying. She could still see the laughing faces.

After that Kathrine changed. She broke up with Dan quickly. He was ashamed of his behavior, and losing his girlfriend over it. But also, when he thought back to his topless girlfriend, her mortified face, how fully exposed she looked, he couldn't help but be happy with his choice.

Kathrine also spent a lot of time thinking about it. It replayed in her head like a bad dream she couldn't shake. Her self esteem never fully recovered. She never let another boy get as close as Dan. She dressed more conservatively. Eventually she started wearing padded tops. Adding more and more as time went on. one day her mother noticed the change.

"i guess you were a late bloomer Kathrine, but I'm glad you finally filled out." If anything, statements like that only made her problem worse. Also, she had dug herself in a whole, she couldn't wear other people's clothes, couldn't change in front of anyone, even her parents. she couldn't wear anything with low cut collars or that showed cleavage Her closest friend knew, and mocked her for it, but she couldn't stop without everyone noticing. Now, at age 19 she had gone from an A to a D. She had hand altered bras that were almost entirely layers of cloth.

But, the dress she had bought didn't allow for a bra. And now, her knew boyfriend Jake was waiting for her downstairs. looked in the mirror, biting her lower lip out of frustration. She had bought it under her pretense size, the top hung out, expecting to be filled. looking down she could see her chest, her erect nipples.

She ran into the bathroom and started ripping off lairs of toilet paper. she filled the gap between her dress and her body, compacting it into the right shape. She examined her work in the mirror: she looked about right. The only problem was the tissue plainly showed. Carefully Kathrine ripped the top of her dress, then broke the elastic. pulling it over her padding she tied it securely in a bow. she hated ripping such a nice dress, but could fix it easily later. Hurriedly she rushed downstairs.

Jake was waiting in her living room, awkwardly conversing with her parents. He stood as she came down the stairs. He admired her figure as she walked.

"sorry about the wait" she said nervously.

"it was worth it" he said honestly.

After a rushed goodbye to her parents they went out to his car. They arrived at the prom a short drive later. It was a typical high school dance, lights, bad music, cheesy decorations. Most people didn't care though, as they danced and talk happily. Kathrine loved to dance. After a few songs her boyfriend went to talk to his friends, she kept happily bobbing in the crowd.

Dan watched from across the room. His new girlfriend was talking to him, but he had been distracted since Kathrine had entered. He stared at her body, specifically her chest. He'd give anything to see her new, almost oversized chest. He couldn't believe he'd been dumped before she ballooned up.

As he watched he noticed something. the tiny bow had come undone, her dress slowly slacked. Dan sat up intently. Was it possible? was he going to get to see her exposed again? Kathrine danced on unaware.With the ripped elastic the dress was giving way to gravity. Now the dress was down about an inch: the tan lines where her bra started were peaking over the edge. Then, in one instant, the dress slid down to the ground. The crowd stopped, a hush filled the room, Kathrine, mid twirl stopped on a dime. She felt the cool air over her body and at first thought it was another one of her paranoia attacks. It couldn't have really happened. No way. Then she looked down.

Her bare breasts hung alert, slightly curved up. The dress lay in a pile under her. All she was wearing was a blue thong, showing every inch of her pale, heart shaped butt. on her dress a pile of toilet paper lay coiled. From the sweat on her body from dancing, some of it stuck to the bottom of her tits, hanging off them, just to emphasize the fact that she stuffed her shirt.

For the second time in her life she had that moment that felt like an eternity. She stood, mouth agape, with hundreds of people staring back. Then everything registered at once. She threw her hands over her chest and screamed. The entire crowd burst into laughter, pointing and screaming. People started pulling out Camera phones and snapping shots. Kathrine, bug eyed, red faced and knock kneed panicked. Instead of picking up her dress and putting it back on she just bolted. Pushing through the crowd, eyes watering, she heard people's snide remarks from every direction

"i knew they were fake"

"little mosquito bites!"

"baby's got back"

"but that's all she's got!"

Kathrine ran towards the bathroom, shoving through the crowd.. The two strands of toilet paper still hung from her chest, flailing behind her like streamers. A hand swatted her ass as she ran by. She looked back to it had been Dan. Everyone was greeted with a parting shot of her butt, barely covered by one thing string, shaking madly, adorned with a red hand print.

Kathrine slammed the door behind her. outside she could hear a chant starting "tiny tits! tiny tits!" seeped through the walls. Kathrine ran to the corner and sat hugging her legs, eyes full of tears. Her worse fear had just happened and she knew it wasn't even over: how was she going to get home?