The next morning, Jody was very relieved to have reduced to an A cup, and seemed almost perky. The changes in his body had lightly modified his normal mannerisms, and he couldn't help but move and act in an increasingly feminine manner. I had never been as turned on with Jody as I had been since I made him a shemale, and I was feeling guilty for that. But he seemed happier, as well.
"Jody, I don't have any more satin camisoles. Want to try a more normal tank-top?" I handed him a normal cotton tank top, in my size. He tried it on, and really should have been wearing a bra with it. I offered him a bra, but he wouldn't take it.
"I'll deal with it," he told me. I could tell he didn't like the chafing, and that night, I brought him back up to a B-cup.
I started him on a sports bra when he asked me for one the next day, and he seemed much more comfortable. "I like the way I don't bounce around so much," Jody told me after he'd had it on for an hour.
That night, I expanded his boobs out to a C-cup. I pinched his nipples and tugged on his nipple rings just enough to leave makde him think it was normal irritation, and that he was having a reaction. I was trying to make him think he was getting allergies. I loaned him another sports bra to wear that day, which he wore under his polo shirt.
When he was a D-cup the next morning, I suggested that the sheets were too rough, and that he'd need to wear something soft when he slept.
