It consisted of two layers, joined at the hip. The inner layer was atight nylon corset that I cinched in to a fare-thee-well, nipping mywaist in tight...ly, giving a swish to my hips and an exaggerated jiggle tomy bosom.Oh yes, there was definitely the illusion of a bosom on my chest now!The top of the corset was scooped out into two round, breast-cuppinggrooves, and in combination with the shoulder harness, it served to pushmy small chest out very nicely indeed. It wasn't much of a bosom, butthe. I just couldn't take that pain. Karen had left, but in some destructive way, I missed her.Now I had to decide if I wanted to open up those wounds again. I had closed that part of my past for years until I received an email on my personal account:Mr. Gilliam,Are you the same Bill Gilliam that went to Franklin High School in 1975 and drove a red Pontiac? If you are, please reply. I have thought about you a lot through the years.Love, KarenI answered it before I even thought about it. I probably. They both walked to the back of the building and walked out into the courtyard where they joined their other friends."And what have your parents decided?" Frederik asked.They both answered him at the same time by saying, "First..." Just like mine," Frederik said.And it soon became clear that 9 out of 10 students had a paper with them with the first option marked by their parents. It seemed like they all were thinking the same thing, it's working so why not invite it into their home.Sandra was. I am sure the place in my head should have used my shield to make sure it never even bled. Somehow this was happening anyway. I quickly checked and found that the place in my head was still blue. I could feel it was functioning perfectly too.Why was I bleeding then?“Fucking asshole! Now look what you did,” I lashed out as I made sure they could see the blood running down my leg fast enough to be dripping through the cage to the floor. “You made me start squirting out blood. As least I will.