This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme is ‘Breasts‘. Thanks as always to Miss Ang, the Sweltering Celt, for giving us the prompt and continuing our Microfantasy Monday fun.
I rolled over, onto my back and reached up to scratch my chest, then let my hand roam, feeling the soft hairs beginning to grow there. I reached a hand down between my legs and gave myself a good morning squeeze. I was about to drift back into sleep when I heard my Dad’s voice calling from outside my door.
“Time to get up, Sis, it’s a school day.”
With something like a physical jolt, my reality dropped back onto me, and I felt my chest again. Groaning with disappointment, the hand on my chest now felt the unmistakable swelling of my breasts. The hand between my legs was clutching my pussy. It had happened yet again, my prayers had gone unanswered and my dreams of waking up as a boy had once again dissolved into the morning light of my girl-bodied reality.
Years later, I would be happy that my youthful fantasy — that God would answer my prayers and let me wake up a boy — didn’t come true. These breasts, that I would have wished away, have produced healthy liquid fuel for my tiny baby daughter. My lovers have adored these breasts and showed me how much pleasure they can give to me and others. They aren’t too big, or too small, they’re just right.
And so am I.
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