"I wish she could fill out that dress without needing the corsets and stuff she is wearing, and I wish she would feel comfortable with her body. Such a nice girl deserves that."
Justin almost stumbled as he reached the street. In his hurry he failed to notice that he no longer felt constrained by the corset or padding that his mother had forced him to wear.
Justin arrived with less than a minute to spare.
"Girls over here." Mrs. Robertson, the director of the reenactment called out.
As much as Justin hated the idea, he had come to accept that for this event, he went with the girls. His hopes of being able to spent time getting to know the other girls better had not worked out like he had hoped. Most of the other girls were older than he was and all those close to his age had steady boyfriends.
Once Justin and the other girls formed up, Mrs. Robertson inspected each one of them to make sure that their costumes were correct and everyone was ready.
"Your mother and you did a great job, Justin." She whispered as she checked him out. "Your breasts look very 'real'."
That was not something that any young man wishes to hear and Justin blushed bright red once more. Still he must be getting used to the comments as he didn't feel as much shame. He didn't want to admit that he actually felt a bit of pride.
Justin's mother arrived shortly before the reenactment started and she let Justin know that their car had been towed to the shop. "It should be ready tomorrow."
Before anything else could go wrong in Justin's live, the reenactment started. Justin's role was a small one, but, like most of the reenactors, he spent a lot of time 'on stage'. The half-hour long reenactment went off with only the most minor of problems, none the audience noticed.
When it was finally over and Justin figured that he had seen the last of his embarrassment, his mother let him know that they would be catching a ride home with Fred Thompson and his father.
Fred was an older boy in Justin's class. He was taller and all-around more 'manly' than was Justin. Still Fred was mostly a nice guy who had treated Justin nicely during the practices for the reenactment. In fact, Justin's only complaint about how Fred had treated him, was that Fred had treated Justin just like he would treat a girl, without seeming to tease Justin about his part in the reenactment.
Fred let Justin get into the back seat of the Thompson's massive SUV first. With the middle seat filled with all sorts of stuff, Justin struggled to get into the back seat, his long skirts seeming to get caught on several things.
Still, Justin finally managed to slide his skirts beneath him as he sat down. Fred plopped down next to him.
"You did a really good job on your costume." Fred said, his eyes tending to dip toward Justin's breasts. "You look and sounded just like a girl."
'Great.' Justin wondered, 'How do I respond to that?'
"Remember, this is just padding." Justin said as he placed his hand on his breast.
Luckily, just then Fred's father had called out to Fred and he had looked away from Justin. He didn't see the scared expression on Justin's face as his hand touched his breasts rather than the padding. It was all Justin could do not to tear off the bodice of his gown to look to see if what he felt was real.
"Are you feeling okay, Justin?" Fred asked. "You are looking a bit green around the gills."
"Delayed reaction to being on stage." Justin said. "I'll be okay in a bit."
"Okay." Fred said. "Better buckle up." He added pointing toward Justin's seat belt.
Justin buckled up and sat silently during the ride to his house.
Barely remembering to thank Mr. Thompson for the ride home, Justin waited impatiently for his mother to open the door to their house.
Once inside, Justin ran up the stairs to his room.
"I'll be up in a minute to help you out of your costume, Honey." His mother called up the steps.
Justin didn't hear her. In his room, which he had almost expected to have been changed, he reached his hand down the bodice of his gown and felt his worst nightmare come true.
He had breasts.
He stood there in shock for several minutes before he tried to reach behind his back to unhook his gown.
"I said I would help you with that." His mother said, stepping up behind Justin. "Here let me."
It took her only a few seconds to unbutton the half dozen buttons that held up his gown. Justin let it fall from his shoulders and looked down.
He had big breasts!
Justin's mother standing behind him wondered what had happened to the corset Justin had been wearing, it was gone. She started to remove the gown the rest of the way from her son, when he suddenly pulled it up to cover himself.
As he did so she caught a brief reflection of her son in the mirror with what looked just like breasts upon her sons chest.
"Justin! What did you do?" She said.
Rather than answer, Justin burst into tears.
Turning her son around, she tried to comfort him. As she pulled her son against her breasts she felt what could only be described as breast on breast contact.
She held her son away from her body and lowered the gown that he was trying to use to cover himself. Justin was too upset to fight her.
As the gown was lowered, Justin's mother saw that her son had changed. The most obvious change was that he now had breasts. She thought that his upper body looked a bit different, more feminine, but wasn't sure how much of that thought was driven by the very feminine breasts upon his chest.
She continued to lower the gown seeing that Justin was only wearing a pair of panties under the gown. And that the panties seemed to be covering .
