For as long as I can remember I've had the nickname Double D. Except now if should probably be Double F. I got it when I hit puberty and all of a sudden gone were my days of dance. I got massive boobs. I'd be rich if I got a pound for everytime a girl came up to me and asked if we could swap chests and I'd give their tiny little a cups death stares because quite frankly I'd kill for their fried eggs. I do sometimes wonder if they thought I was a lesbian the way I'd stare at their breasts menacingly for quite some time imagining myself finally getting my dancing shoes back on. The lastest question I get is "what size were you before your implants?"
I have three issues with the above question;
1- The sheer weight of my bosom has rather kindly helped gravity have an unwelcome effect and they are far to saggy to look fake.
2- One word: Rude.
3- Why the hell would I tell a stranger what size cup is lovingly holding my boobs up for me?!
For some big boobs would be a blessing but for me they are a living nightmare.