Daily Shorts #1: Bra’s and things

I was the first girl in my primary school to grow breasts. Lord knows how I tried to cover up those impostors! But the more i tried, the bigger they appeared to get (dramatic background music). So, i gave up and gave in to a new era: The wearing of a bra.

As the months went on, i started adjusting to the lack of freedom and comfort that was hidden under my shirt. I bought new ‘appropriate’ clothes and carried around a sports armor (or sports bra, tometo – tomato) for gymnastics. Life wasn’t as perfect as it used to be, but it was alright (dramatic background music fades off).

Then one day, i got cramps. Not those uncomfortable but bearable cramps. Not the painful but kind-of-cramps. No, i got the real thing! Pounding headache, fatigue and pain. Despite my ‘Undiagnosed condition’, i still went to school the next two days. Then came the weekend, a.k.a my dad’s parenting days. And this time, it was the beginning of the end…Continue here

This post is part of my ‘Daily Shorts’. These short stories are based on my own life experiences. Really, just having some fun with it.

– Dixi 


7 Comments Add yours

  1. Tobe Damit says:

    You know it made me think he raped you and you got his child!! BUT I have a VERY HUGE IMAGINATION!!! Not pervy but the hamster up there runs very very fast you know..HAHAHAHA!! I do wanna know thw rest…Not nice..I’ll be back DIXIE!! HUGZ!!


    1. Dixi says:

      Hahaha, well what happned next is up on my latest post so…


      Liked by 1 person

      1. Tobe Damit says:

        Ok I just hope its nothing like that.

        Liked by 1 person

      2. Tobe Damit says:

        Loved it! TY! Will be a loyal reader now,


  2. TC Conner says:

    I hope dad was kind. 🙂


    1. Dixi says:

      Hahaha, i guess we will have to find that out ;-p


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