The Bra

    “The bra is a uniquely feminine garment,” I say, holding up a slightly padded A-cup white bra.  “Luckily, you have pretty budding little sissy breasts. Have you ever worn a bra before,”  I ask.  “No, Mrs. Loving,” she admits.  I look her in the eyes, and start to unbutton my blouse.  “I’m going to demonstrate some techniques for you,” I say, smiling.  She looks anxious, eyeing my chest, as I unveil my lacy white bra, cupping my small breasts.  “Let me put the bra on you first and then I’ll show you how to adjust it to fit your sissy tits.”  She cooperates, letting me slip the bra over her breasts and hook it in the back. I adjusted the bra straps to fit just right. “Ladies, and sissies need to adjust their undergarments to fit just right, “ I add.  “Now I’ll show you how to give yourself some cleavage,” I say, further unbuttoning my blouse and leaning forward at the waist.  As I do so, I pull up gently on my breasts to give myself a little cleavage.  Monika watches attentively.  “Now let’s see if we can adjust your little titties,” I say, helping Monika to lean forward and pull up on her tiny breasts.  “Well, we’ve got a little cleavage there.  Your breasts may get bigger in time. You look pretty in your bra, how do you feel?” “I feel like I’m starting to look like a girl,” she admits. “That’s a good start,” I say, encouraging her.

Monika’s Breasts

    I pull her back to a standing position and have a look at her. I stroke her chest, feeling her little breasts.  “How long have you had these little breasts?”  She says that they started awhile ago when her Mamma started to give her special “vitamins.”  I smile knowingly and begin stroking her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.  She sighs and smiles.  “Girls nipples are more sensitive,” I say, beginning to pull her shirt up .  She stretches her arms up and wiggles her body seductively as I undress her. “Ah yes, she will do quite well with all this,” I think.  
    “OK, I want you to turn around very slowly.  She instinctively puts her hands up to cover her breasts.  “Don’t cover your breasts.  Look at me,” I say, smiling.  She looks up shyly, letting her arms drop to her sides.  I immediately notice the piercings on her nipples.  “Does your mother know about these?”  “No, Mrs. Loving,” she answers guiltily.  “Well, that will be our little secret, “ I smile, as I fondle her little breasts and gently squeeze and tug on her nipples. “Such nice, natural little breasts!” I praise. “You should be proud of them.”