Miss Grant led Mikey through the school, walking for several minutes before stopping. He was distracted by his new boobies bouncing, up and down, up and down, and the odd tingly feelings he was getting from the tips of them rubbing against his shirt.
Some people gaped openly at him, especially the male teachers, heightening the disconcerting feeling that he was on display. One older boy bumped past him, rubbing his hand against one of Mikey's boobies as he passed, which felt strangely pleasant and made the tip of it push more against his shirt. Nothing could really distract him from the constant bouncing, but the powerful feelings from the boy touching him there came close.
The teacher stopped in front of a door, opening it and motioning for Mikey to go in. The inside looked like a bathroom, but a lot cleaner than the ones the boys used, and there were no urinals. "This is the women's bathroom, honey. Boys aren't allowed to come in, and neither are students, but I think we can make an exception this once."
Mikey just looked around, suddenly scared of someone peeking in, and waited for Miss Grant to tell him what to do. "Take your shirt off. Don't worry about me seeing you, you don't have anything I don't have!" She smiled down at him, removing her top and beginning to unhook her lacy pink bra. "I don't have an extra bra for you, but you can use mine for now, since we're the same size."
He took off his shirt with some difficulty, gaping in a mirror at his new boobies hanging off his chest, large and round with pink tips, perfectly identical to Miss Grant's. The skin even changed; the boobies had her milky white skin, attached to his skin which was a little darker from playing outside all the time. She handed him her bra, which he held as if it had bugs crawling all over it, completely confused.
"Just put it on, honey. Don't tell me you don't know how to." He stared up at her incredulously, wondering why she thought he'd had big boobies for more than the past ten minutes. "I don't know how to, Miss Grant. I didn't want these boobies and I haven't had them for very long." She looked down at him with a sad expression. "Nobody wants them that big, and they're called breasts, honey. I don't care what the other kids call them. But not knowing how to put a bra on... I've seen you around school, you haven't just gotten them. Does your mommy put it on for you?"
Mikey sighed, staring up at her, trying to ignore the hanging weight of his new boo...breasts. "I don't like my breasts, Miss Grant. Can you put it on for me?" The teacher nodded, smiling, and leaned down to put it on him. "Let me know when it's tight enough, okay sweetie?"
He stood stock still as she clasped it and tightened it around him, providing much-needed relief as his large boobies... breasts, he reminded himself... were lifted and supported by the bra. "That's tight enough, Miss Grant!" She strapped it a bit tighter still, and he privately reveled in the feeling of the silk and lace against the tips. "Are my boobies hurt? They have bumps on the ends and it feels weird!"
"Those are nipples, honey, and they're part of your BREASTS." She emphasized the last word to remind him. "You haven't played with them yet, have you?" Looking at him with a look of concern, she picked up her top and put it back on, nipples visible through the fabric, but not obviously. He shook his head violently, feeling them quiver along with the motion, but not quite shake.
Mikey put his shirt back on, more easily since his boobies... breasts... were restrained and slightly less protruding, but still completely obvious. They walked out of the bathroom together, heading back to class.
