Date: 6 years 7 months 28 days since Day Y
SNAP
‘Not again!’ Alex threw the useless thing against the wall. Alex hates her body. She hated her massive breasts.
Sure it was originally fun. Back in highschool junior year when Day Y happened Alex was a guy, and he got the biggest breasts in his entire school, she was given two E cups out of nowhere, everyone wanted to touch them and know how she felt. It was great, she was popular and enjoyed every minute of it. But that was Highschool, now she had finished college had a job and her breasts never stopped enlarging. That was K cup bra she just broke, she figured it would tie her over another year at least, but even K was too small now. She wasn’t getting reduction surgery, she loved her chest even if it gave her back problems. Alex let out a sigh. There was no choice. She was forced to go bra shopping without a bra. AGAIN.
Alex did her best to squeeze into her oversized pants. She was always a cubby guy before Day Y, but since becoming a woman EVERYTHING to small. She wasn’t fat, and she would punch you in the face if you said otherwise. It’s just even after 6 years clothes hadn’t caught up to the new body types.
She put on her oversized white shirt and set off in her car to get a new bra.
...
“Need any help mama?” Sara asked.
Sara was one of the few friends Alex had made after Day Y who stuck with her. In contrast to Alex’s “wide” look Sara was nearly pencil thin with short black hair and square glasses on her nose. She had adapted very well to the change. Like Alex, Sara was once a man, but after Day Y you couldn’t even tell. Some women still were boys clothes, but Sara’s wardrobe was all female. Today She wore a black blazer with red inside, buttoned on the third one down to show off her blue silk bra, and a black skirt barley passing her hips. Her eye for style was so good she even opened up her own store for women like Alex who didn’t know were to look and were to afraid to ask original girls. Original girls still shopped at Sara’s store. It’s easy to find lay out was something everyone loved.
‘I need a new bra.’ You say without embarrassment to Sara. This wasn’t the first time this had happened to you and the more you played coy the more Sara would guess the problem.
“Again? Every year with you. You should feel lucky.” Sara hoisted up her chest “mine always stay sat D’s no matter what I do.”
You nod your head. D was some of the smallest breast after Day Y. There were still some C’s but they usually hide it. Alex knew it was rough, but wouldn’t call herself lucky.
“Let’s get you measured then.” Sara said walking away from the counter, her heals clanging on the floor. Alex never got use to heals, but Sara seamed to never take them off.
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In the changing room Alex was once again topless with Sara towering over her with a tape measure. It was like this every year eventually. “Okay.” Said Sara rapping the tape around her. “Your new size iiiiiiiss” Sara made a mock drumb role noise. “MM.”
You almost fell forward but Sara stops you
‘M! But after K comes L!’ You stammer. ‘Every year I go up one cup size. Now I jumped TWO! Do they even make M?’
“Yes.” Said Sara calmingly. “I just need to order it. It will be here in two weeks. Can you survive that long?”
Alex nods ‘Yea. I’ve gone long without one’ you confess.
You put your white shirt on. MM. Previously you went up one cup size a year. Annoying but still manageable. But two in one year! You lift up your MM breasts taking the weight off your acing back. Good thing they make M size. But how much longer till your off the charts? Maybe you really were getting fat?