Once back in her room she found one of her older bras from back when she had C cups.
“Still has...” She thought, as she pulled off her shirt.
“So, letting the bottom two roam free is fine, but my upper set is considered indecent if not properly contained?”
“Jeez, it’s like my breasts are being segregated based on their position on my torso.”
She couldn't help but laugh at the thought.
“One last test,” She sighed as she hooked the bra behind her back.
Before long Fred would be home. She decided to welcome him with one of her shortest shirts. It was enough to cover her breasts, or was...Before the change. Now the bottom row would be fully exposed.
If he was oblivious to them, then she would stop worrying. It was “Normal” after all...
She adjusted her top and walked to the mirror. Like her sister, she left nothing to the imagination. She made sure her sweatpants were pulled up high enough to hide the hood of her pussy and went back to the kitchen.
As she entered the room, the cooler air gave her goose bumps. She could feel the four nipples on her chest harden, knowing that the bottom two high beams were lighting the way.
Her mom was still there, picking up food wrappers and tossing them in the garbage. Her sister had left, now back in the living room watching TV.
“That’s better,” Her mother said, glancing in her direction.
Jen, feeling strangely relieved asked, “When is Fred going to be home?”
“I really wish you’d call him dad...” Mom replied.
“He sent a text when he left work a little while ago. He should be here any minute now.”
Jen went back to the living room to wait with her sister...