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Fireball Revelations

Fireball's Revelation

I guess the first thing to say is that my real name is not Fireball. That's just the label laid on me sometime during my freshman and sophomore years in high school. It was given me by the other girls in my peer group mainly for my achievements in physical activities, you know, gymnastics, softball, basketball, volleyball, and the like. Even in dancing where I immediately shot to the top of the class and stayed there through to graduation. The dancing thing was kind of a no-brainer for me. Mom had me enrolled in dance classes for as long as I could remember and that helped me get and stay in physical shape even to today.

Being a girl in a one parent family (Dad died when I was three), it was not always easy, especially as I grew, and my body began to fill out. Fortunately, my parentage helped me tremendously. One set of grandparents were Spanish heritage and the other were French-Canadian and both traced their ancestors back a couple hundred years. My short stature of five foot two and a half inches, one hundred and four pounds balanced on narrow hips, and a dimpled ass were gifts from the Cajun side while my wavy black hair, strong legs and back, and my pair of thirty-nine inch C/D sized boobs capped by thick ruby-brown nipples came from somewhere in the Bosque hills of Spain. I guess I should also credit my parent's families for my good looks in the facial structure department, too!

But I did not always see things that way. Take for example ...

... my childish fears of growing up. My first period arrived early in my twelfth year and scared the shit out of me before Mom set me down and began explaining the facts of life to me. It was not quite the revelation she thought it would be but what little I then knew about the human bodies of both sexes suddenly took on a more immediate and personal meaning. She would occasionally add to my budding level of knowledge, especially about the male gender department, so that when my chest began filling out later that year, I was kind of prepared for the reaction the boys and girls in my school would have. And they certainly did!

I have always had a cheerful, outgoing personality and I pride myself with having a multitude of both girl and boy friends. However, I found out rather quickly that having boobs can alter friendships. Freshman year seemed to pass without any social disasters as all of us kids were going through roughly the same challenges and changes. I did notice that boys seemed to have other things to do than be around girls. However, during the summer between the school years when most of us kids did not have that daily contact, those changes seemed to kick into overdrive.

When the first day of classes in my Sophomore year arrived, the weather was hotter than any other August day I could remember. The previous night's forecast was for high humidity, which meant extra curly hair, and over one-hundred-degree heat and that translated into a light sundress and a carried ...