I was self-conscious of my boobs for the whole day. I mean, it's hard not to think about something like that. Especially when you've never had them before, and you never expected to have them.
I think I fell four times that day, all of them because of my boobs. Once was because of the change in my balance. A second was because I looked down at my cleavage and just stared at it. The third was when I caught Bobbi staring. The strangest, though, was the last. Bobbie had skated up behind me and grabbed my boobs from behind. I freaked out, jumped a little, and landed on top of her.
It felt really good, though. After that, all I wanted was for her to touch them again, and I had trouble resisting the urge to touch them myself. I was so hyper-aware of them that it almost seemed like seemed to be taking advantage of any possible excuse to brush up against them.
