You should wear a bra (Patreon)

"It's not what I mean when I tell you to dress modestly!" loudly tells middle aged woman, while looking at the outline of Sarah's nipples in her white top. "If you dress like a slut, no boy will be interested in you! Do you even understand that?!?"

"Mom, come on!" she sighs, and rolls her eyes, adjusting her hair in the reflection. "It's not like that..." she mumbles in a quiet voice, lowering her eyes, fully knowing that her mother is right, and she is too afraid to admit that.

"You can dress better, young lady, you don't have to walk around with your tits hanging out all the time!" she snaps.

Sarah forces a smile, turning to face her, knowing she won't stop. "It's okay, mom..." she mutters, hoping her mother's lecture is over. "I'll think about it."

But her mother was right. Sarah was dressing provocatively to attract attention. She wanted boys to notice her, wanted them to look at her nipples under her top and think of her as sexy and attractive, only for one reason and name of that reason is Simon. Although she didn't admit it even to herself, she really wanted Simon's attention, but Simon wasn't even interested in her. He wasn't interested in anyone.

He is a bad boy. He was a troublemaker, a bully. And she was attracted to that about him, but not because girls like bad boys, no. It was because Simon reminded her of her older self, when she was still David - an impulsive, rough man, with no manners and no respect for authority.

A lot of time has passed since then, but really, it only felt like yesterday when she was still driving her big, dirty truck down the highway, drinking whiskey on the weekends and cursing out anyone who got in her way. She still didn't get used to being a delicate, busty young woman instead of a tall and fat trucker. She really disliked being a woman. She wanted to go back to her old life. She wanted to go back to her old, simple way of life as a man. At least it what she thought.

In reality she already changed too much and even didn't notice it. Her rude manner of speaking, which she had used out of habit since becoming Sarah, was almost completely gone. Now she speaks like a delicate girl. She accepted these rules of the "game" only temporarily, explaining to herself that it's necessary only to survive this situation, without noticing how it became a part of her life.

She doesn't want to admit that she feels attracted to boys. She doesn't want to admit that she feels her own female body aroused whenever she looks into Simon's eyes. She is afraid of her own feelings and she feels shame, which she has never felt as David. And there was always the same explanation - it is not she who feels, it's not she who wants Simon's attention, but the young Sarah, who she pretends to be. She tries not to admit that her new life is not so bad as she thought it would be, and that she even doesn't want to go back to her old, boring, rough life as a truck driver. She really tries.

"Sarah! You should wear a bra." her mother made a last desperate attempt to convince her daughter when Sarah had already stepped outside the house to meet her friends, caused Sarah only to roll her eyes again like a typical teenager and loudly shut the door behind herself.

'You're the only one who wears a bra in this house!' Sarah muttered to herself, feeling how freely her tits bounced and moved inside the top, making Sarah to think that maybe her mother is right. But at this moment she found how Simon surrounded by their mutual friends turned and stared at her, as if she were a creature from another world. She blushed with shame and smiled at him shyly, deciding that it was time to run her hands through her hair and take a couple of deep breaths while she could still catch his attention.