Never Wanted To Be Your Girlfriend Ch. 01

I smiled back sheepishly. She squeezed more onto her had for the other breast, very little came out. She looked at me worried. She tried to get more out of the bottle, but nothing came out.

"Shit."

"What?" I asked, worried.

"I'm out."

"Well what does that mean?"

"Well, it means you're stuck here till tomorrow and the stores re-open. We can go to the specialty shop downtown to get more."

"I can't be stuck like this, Mike!"

Michelle slapped my face hard.

"Don't call me that. I hate that name. Do I look like a Mike to you?"

Even with only one breast glue on, he still looked more like a girl than a guy. I apologized.

"Sorry, Michelle."

"That's better. And you're not in this alone, I'm stuck too. We'll be fine, it's just one night. No one will ever know. Derrick will probably be gone til Sunday, crashed at some chick's house, and I can handle Brittany."

She looked down at the breast form in her hand.

"I suppose I better make them a matched set."

She picked up the glue, and started smearing it on the breastless side of her chest.

We dumped Brittany's clothes in the hamper. Still in our panties, we went back to Michelle's room, and put our boy clothes back on. We looked at each other with our nipples showing through our thin T-shirts, wearing make up, and our hair all girly, and laughed. Michelle went into her top drawer and pulled out two older model sexy Victoria's Secret bras. One pink, and one white. She handed me the pink one, and then took off her shirt and put on the white one. Her boobs were spilling over the top.

Michelle explained, "These are Brittany's favorite Bra's. I steal them occasionally, just to annoy her."

I took off my shirt, and put the pink one on, which squeezed my tits together creating awesome cleavage. We put our shirts back on, and I peeked at myself in the mirror. I loved how the bra changed the shape of the falsies under my shirt. And loved the way it felt. Not as sexy as the caress from the corset, but still nice.