The High VIrgin Part One

I had always been the girl that no one wanted to date. I mean a girl knows where she stands. I never knew how to act around guys, what to say, and never had the confidence to do much. I wasn’t skinny, actually I was heavier than I wanted to be, but I wasn’t born with the body to be small. It seems that life just pushed me in that direction as well. When I did finally start losing weight, partly by starving myself, mother nature played an evil trick and made my chest grow to compensate. Even when I lost weight, it looked like I was still big because my chest made finding clothes nearly impossible. When I got into high school, my identity to other people was pretty much established. I wasn’t pretty and not a cheerleader, definitely not the popular type, and since I was in band, I was almost invisible to the entire student body. I did have some admirers, but they were few and far between and mostly band geeks and other social rejects. That all changed with one shopping trip with my Aunt Kate.

Aunt Kate looked more like me than I looked like my mom. I had wide hips and a big ass (jeans were impossible). Mom was skinny and like a stick. She was flat as a board, and my chest was enormous, grew so fast and so big that I had stretch marks. She could buy clothes off the rack; I had to purchase bras from specialty stories that offered mid alphabet cups that promised to hold one hundred pounds.

Kate offered to take me shopping to get me out of my funk. It was life changing in more than one way. She insisted on driving to a specialty stores and buying me new bras. “A woman has to feel sexy even if no one sees em…” is what she kept saying. They not only had my size, but had them in lacy fabrics that were beautiful. Even more, when I tried them on, a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders, literally. I’m not sure how often you have been shopping for bras, but spotting a 34H on the rack is impossible, and here they not only had a selection, but ones that made me feel sexy. The underwire actually touched my skin. We bought jeans and dresses, blouses that were cut for my size and skirts. She bought me shoes and even took me accessory shopping. I was in heaven. When I got home, I laid everything out on my bed and decided that on Monday, I was going to become a different person.

I chose the sexiest bra and panty combination I had bought: Black lace with a black thong and a black A-line dress that bunched just under my chest with a V-shaped neck line that provided more than enough cleavage and barely covered my bra straps. I definitely showed more skin than I ever had before, and probably looked more like I was going out to a club than I was first period.

I wasn’t prepared for the first day of my life.

When I walked into first period, my teacher asked me if I was a new student. The guy that sat next to me, a football player, clearly saw me for the first time in his life, telling me more than once that “god damn those tits are huge.” In the hall someone grabbed my ass, and I saw more than one head turn to look at me. I was in pure heaven.

It might seem strange to some people, but the attention was amazing. It might have been bad in some people’s eyes, but when you have lived a life of invisibility, any attention is wonderful.