Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... and noticed a box of Ashleigh’s stuff in the bottom of the closet. It was just some old makeup, a couple of lipsticks and some eyeliner and a dried up mascara. So I tried on the lipstick and the eyeliner. I couldn’t get anything out of the mascara, it seemed like it was all dried up. I didn’t much like the way the lipstick looked, either, I guessed it was the wrong colour for me since Ashleigh had dark hair and mine is blonde. But it was an interesting experiment. I thinned my eyebrows ever so slightly again the next day. I realised a few weeks later that my body was still changing. We were jogging, and although I’d bound my breasts up I could feel the weight on my chest moving around a little as we ran. Next day I did the bandage up tighter but there was still a bit of discomfort. I noticed after the shower that my breasts seemed to have grown a bit more. They didn’t look much bigger, but they felt kind of heavier. And the nipples were definitely larger. Maybe I should stop playing with them, I thought. The other thing was that I wasn’t needing to shave quite as much. I had never needed to shave more than twice a week, anyway. The hairs didn’t seem to be getting any thinner (well, maybe a little) but they weren’t growing as fast. One morning I decided to just pluck the ones I could see instead of shaving them. There were only about twenty or thirty. I had always hated shaving, and not having to made my skin feel a lot better. But I kept shaving my legs. I asked myself why I ...

... was doing it, because I thought it was a little bit kinky. But I guess the way my body was changing it was the least thing I needed to worry about. It did mean that I needed to wear long sweat pants when jogging with Brian, though. I started to jog a bit less strenuously, and found that if I moved a little differently there was less impact and I could still run comfortably. I was pleased, since I figured a lower impact would help prevent injuries anyway. I was being more careful about how much of myself I let Brian see. Because I slept in the living room I didn’t have a lot of privacy, but I was always up and dressed before Brian even stirred so there wasn’t that much chance he’d see me naked. Just in case I took to getting dressed in the bathroom so there wasn’t any chance at all of trouble. My clothes started to be hard to wear. My jeans just didn’t seem to fit right any more, they were way too small around my hips - painfully tight in fact. And way too loose around the waist. I tried belting them in a bit, but that made the size of my waist way too obvious. It made me look too much like a girl, and I was worried Brian was gonna say something if I did that. I still hadn’t saved much money, but I knew I was gonna have to do something about buying some jeans that fit. I went shopping during the next week, and bought two new pairs of jeans from the Gap. The saleswoman and I spent a lot of time trying to find the right size. The first thing I told her, without thinking, was my ...