I’ve got a chest size 38DD, and can cosplay like I own the place– all the hot anime chicks and busty heroines, and I get my picture taken a lot at conventions because of it.
However, it’s when I dress as a boy that I feel like myself. Chest binding wasn’t that big of a deal, before, but now that I’m this big, it moves me to tears every time I try.
I wish they were gone.
I wish I had a penis.
I wish I had a boyfriend who wanted me as a boy, instead of this hourglass babe.
I wish we could butt-fuck each other until the sun came up, and yes, just typing that sentence makes me feel hot all over.
I want a real romance, with someone who loves me for who I really am, a skinny boy who loves to dress up and draw and write and kiss.
I want to tell all these obviously gay guys that I think they’re cute, but I don’t think they’d go out with me, and it’s all because I’ve got these huge fucking breasts.
