Jane’s Day
Jane huffed at the reflection. “Nothing looks good!” she wailed at the image of herself. Summer started to show itself and Jane wanted to show off. Eleventh grade was a good year for her; her body had finally started to fill into a woman’s figure. A perky B-cup replaced her androgynous flat chest and her jeans clung nicely to her now firm, curvaceous butt. All Jane needed was the clothes to show them off to their fullest but she couldn’t decide what looked best. With a loud, huffing sigh she slipped into a boring, white Tee and simple jeans and looked at herself. Her dark pink nipples showed lightly through the thin shirt and served as a reminder to put on the new bras she was now required to wear. She remembered the first time …