.. Hey, wait a minute. You were there, weren't you?"Melody looked down and didn't say a word."Yeah! You asked her what she'd say to someone who wanted... to get bigger breasts. She said something about wanting to be sure why you'd want it. So tell me, Melody. Why do you want your breasts enlarged? I'd say you're what? A B-cup?" That's right. You know, I've wanted larger boobs for so long, I don't really remember why I have wanted it. It's just that ... I remember being jealous of a friend I'd. Now that it’s out in the open I can’t get enough.“Robbie...” Stacey tries to say as she tries to back off but I can’t help but try to keep kissing her. “Come on!” She lightly giggles and she still returns my attempts at kissing her. I do reluctantly let her go as she gets off and straightens herself up.“I’m sorry” I can’t help but smile broadly.“No, I’m actually really sorry! For everything!” Stacey starts to tear up.“Hey now, I said yesterday its ok and it still is. You’re not to blame!” I say. He told me to meet the following day which was a half day and not to tell anyone about that, that was for him to hear he said. So next day after school and i go to the Father Gregory office. I knock on his door and tells me to come in. He tells me to sit down and to start from the beginning. so I tell him everything and I can see on his face that he is loving every detail I'm telling him. he asked me if I liked what happened. I told him it made feel funny and excited. He said that it seemed. But the story is about the other part of my life, a secret that had remained between me, my sister (elder to me by 2 years), my mom, dad and my sister’s mother-in-law.It all started as a small game before it blew up into an uncontrolled nuclear reaction within the family and extended beyond…Then: It was in 1982, me and my sister were sharing a bedroom, I was 18 years old and my sister was 22, I just started getting mustache and pubic hair. This was during the peak summer, me and my sister were.