Sitting in the backseat next to Sally, liking the way the dress, underwear and pantyhose feel against your body, wondering if this train of thought - to like the way your clothes feel next to your skin - is rather feminine, you listen as Sally asked you something and then, without pause, you answer the question...even though you thought it was rather girly.
An odd sensation you can quite put your finger on flashed across your chest, but so engrossed in a conversation about which boy was the cutest at school, you hardly noticed the feeling.
When you finally arrive at the restaurant, you exit the car, still chatting away with your sister, the topic having switched at some point to movies. It was then that you start to notice the sensation in your chest as it started to really grow. Bothered only a little bit, you push any thoughts on it aside as you and your sister follow your parents inside.
Sitting down, you're given a menu, but you can hardly concentrate on what was printed before you as you're finally able to lay a finger on the odd sensation.
A sore and rather tender feeling, building and building, you wonder, "What is wrong with me," and when the waiter comes to take your order, you are only to glad because afterward, you excuse yourself and head for the bathroom - which caused a minour debate as to whether you should enter the women's toilet or the men's.
In the end, figuring to go with how you are dressed, you select the women's lavatory and inside, you breath a sigh of relief to see that nobody else is inside.
Walking up to the mirror, you peer into the reflective depths, staring at your chest. A flash of particular soreness and you turn sideways. Still unable to determine if what you think is happening, you turn away from the mirror, choose a stall and enter.
Inside, you engage the lock and hanging your stole on the back of the door, you reach back and with some difficulty, you manage to unzip the dress partially.
Brushing against you extremely sore and tender chest, you push the dress part-way off, exposing your torso from about the abdomen up. Looking down, you gasp as another flash of soreness ripples through your chest and then - to your utter amazement - your nipples, areolas and part of your chest 'pops' forward.
A thought - "I've got breast buds," - flashed across your mind, but it is quickly driven out of your head as the soreness and tenderness increased exponentially.
Gritting your teeth, trying desperately not to gasp out or make any noise that would call attention to yourself, you watch as your breasts slowly push out to a AA cup size and then to a cup size A.Gingerly touching the new development, you pull your hand away as soon as you realise not only how sore and tender they are, but also how sensitive they are.
"Is this sort of development normal," you wonder to yourself as you pull your dress back up, no longer liking how it felt touching your skin as it came in contact with your rather sore and tender breasts.
Zipping yourself back up, wondering if Sally ever felt this way as her breasts developed, you take your stole off the back of the door and exiting, you move to the sink to wash your hands, all the while peering into the mirror, trying to come to terms with the fact that not only do you have breasts, but that you'll more then likely have to wear a bra.
Drying your hands, you take one final look into the mirror, still unable to get over the fact that the dress has now filled out in the chest area and that you have a cleavage, you exit the bathroom, figuring that your breasts have stopped growing, just shy of a B cup.
"Though they still are rather sore and tender," you think as you sit down, noting that your salad has arrived while you where away.
Tucking in, you immediately engage in conversation with Sally about clothes and each others current activities, unaware that your body was still changing as your weight dropped and you started to develop what would one day be an hourglass figure.