I’m Too Sexy For My Boobs

I remember the first time I was able to flex my boobs. Well, it’s technically the “pectoral muscles” but boobs sound better. I was taking a weight training class and my scrawny high school frame had grown enough boob muscle to flex on command. It was one of many events where I believed I had finally become a man. Maybe I was putting in a little too much shoulder action to get my manly boobs to flex, but they flexed nonetheless.

Recently, I experienced another similar event that officially sealed my fate into manhood. I’ve been going to the gym the last couple of months and picked up actual weights that weigh more than toddlers. The last time I did such thing was before I left the US almost 4 years ago (Holy Shit! 4 years! I miss my mommy!).

Anyways, back to the important event that marked my life forever. While at work, I was several flights upstairs taking care of business. The elevators weren’t working so when it was time to come back down, the only option was the stairs. Being the super athlete that I am, I used a little one-two tip-toe movement down the stairs. And that’s when the magical event happened. With every step I took I could feel my boobies bouncing. They were swaying up and down like Fabio’s hair. This time, there was zero shoulder action. It was all boobies. I ran back upstairs to the same floor where I started and did it again just to make sure the experience was real. Oh, it was real. Is this how teenage girls feel when they realize it’s time to get a training bra?

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