Gyno Boy

by Josie Brian

 

When I was 12 years old, some classmates thought it was very funny that my chest looked like it had tits. I was mortified at the time; my chest had a pair of slightly pointy breasts and large nipples. Still, the breasts were small and easily hidden and my Mum assured me they would go away soon. The boys in my class got used to seeing me in the showers and swimming pool and there was no real problem.

12 months on and the bumps on my chest have grown into fully rounded breasts. I hardly noticed the change, nor did my friends, since it was very gradual. The trouble started during a swimming class.

"You can't go in the pool like that", the swimming teacher told me. I was confused, "these are school swimming trunks Sir", I said. He explained that he was concerned with my breasts, and that he could not let me swim topless.

"What would your parents say if the girls were allowed to swim topless?" he asked.

"But I'm not a girl Sir; I always swim in these trunks"

"Your breasts are no different to those of a girl", he said, "So you will have to cover them up in the pool". I was sent back to the changing room to wait while he found me a suitable swimming suit.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but when the teacher handed me a girls' one-piece swimming costume I was stunned.

"I don't want to wear that Sir, I'll look ridiculous"

"Yes you will and I'm sorry about that" he confessed, "but you'll also be decent and that's more important"

With no option, I removed my trunks and pulled on the swimming costume. It was a simple, plain black costume with criss-cross straps at the back. It was a horrible feeling, thinking I would have to join the rest of the class wearing it.

"Sorry, you can't wear that costume, it's even more indecent" said the teacher, indicating the hair spilling out of the crotch area. "Take that off again" he said, much to my delight.

No sooner had I wriggled out of the one-piece costume and put my trunks on, the teacher returned carrying something else. He handed me a black bikini bra, "Try this, we don't normally allow 2-piece suits but you are an exception". The bra had shaped cups made of foam with a hard plastic piece under each cup. It had a strange plastic fastener at the back and two thin straps. I had never seen such a thing but figured the cups go over my breasts and my arms go in each strap. "You will have to learn how to do this yourself" the teacher said as he helped me fasten the back strap.

Rejoining the swimming class was a humiliating experience and one I would have to repeat many times. Surprisingly, the boys of my class didn't mock me as much as I expected. Some were even supportive, saying how rotten the teacher was to make me wear a bikini bra.

At home that night, I intended to speak to my father about what had happened but both Mum and Dad went out. I needed to talk to someone and the only person home was my sister, Helen. Se is only one year older than me and we usually get on ok.

"Helen, I need to talk to you about something that happened to me today", I said and went on to tell her about the swimming lesson. She giggled at first but soon started being more serious when she saw the tears in my eyes.

"Will you let me see?" asked Helen. We went to her bedroom and closed the curtains. I took off my shirt and the undershirt I always wore to show her my breasts.

Helen removed her own shirt and unclipped her bra for me to see what her chest looked like. I was shocked to find my chest really did look exactly like a girls. My breasts are just as rounded but overhang a little less. Even the nipples looked the same.

"How long have you been hiding those" she asked, "I can see why the school are being so fussy about you swimming topless"

Helen let me touch her breasts and compare them with my own, and then she started putting her bra back on.

"Why do you wear a bra?" I asked her. I already knew the answer; the bikini bra I had worn earlier had lifted the weight of my breasts and felt very comfortable.

"Do your tits bounce and hurt when you play sports?" she asked

"Not just for sports", I confessed, "all the time"

"What you really need is one of these" she said, passing me a black, elasticated sports top. "It's a sports bra" she explained.

The bra looked more like a cropped t-shirt; it fastened at the front with a zip and had wide shoulder straps. My face must have been glowing a bright red as I slipped my arms into the straps and pulled the front zip together. Helen opened the Velcro shoulder straps and re-adjusted them.

"Now try jumping up and down" she said. The difference was incredible; my breasts were held firmly, yet comfortably, in place. They didn't bounce or chafe, normally me nipples would be hurting already. On my sisters' advice, I put my normal shirt on to see the effect of the bra.

"Your chest is much flatter I think, but those heavy straps show through your shirt a bit too much" said Helen. "Unfortunately, that's my only bra like that. Sorry but I can't let you keep it"

I'm not sure if I was disappointed or happy to get the bra off. I felt like a total sissy wearing it but as soon as I took it off I missed the comfort and support. As if sensing my thoughts, Helen gave me another bra to try. "This one's called a t-shirt bra, it's supposed to be less visible under a shirt" she told me.

The t-shirt bra was white and had under wired cups that are slightly padded. "The padding helps to stop your nipples getting sore" my sister informed me. Seeing my perplexed look, Helen showed me how to put the bra on. Wearing this bra, with its' separate cups, started a whole new rush of embarrassment but as soon as I got the straps into position, I could feel my breasts being lifted and supported. With my shirt on again, I could see the effect of the bra.

"They stick out so far" I complained, "I can't wear this"

"The straps are not so obvious. Try jumping again" my sister said and I was impressed to find the t-shirt bra was a huge help. "You can keep that one, even if only for about the house it might help a little. Why don't you take a look in Mum's mail-order catalogue at some of the styles you can get?"

Feeling a bit like a pervert, I opened the catalogue to the lingerie pages and examined the hundreds of different bra styles. "There are instructions in the back of how to measure your size" Helen told me. The instructions in the catalogue explained that I should measure myself while wearing a bra, I should measure around the chest beneath the breasts and then again over the breasts. Using the little table and the measurements, I found my bra size to be 36A.

When Mum and Dad came home I had to explain all over again why I was wearing one of my sisters' bras. Dad was not impressed and said I should not wear a bra but Mum looked at my chest and told my to keep the bra on if it helped. We agreed to take a day off school and visit a doctor in the morning for advice.

The doctor examined my chest for a few minutes before declaring "this is a condition called gynaecomastia". He went on to explain that many boys of my age suffer from the condition and there was no need to worry. The doctor took some blood from my arm to send away for tests and assured me and my Dad that the breasts are only temporary and would return to normal within a few months. "Doctor, I find my breasts hurt a lot, especially when playing sports. Is it ok for me to wear a bra? And could you write a note to the school for me?" The doctor agreed to write a note to the school and said he would contact us when the test results came back.

Since I had the rest of the day off school, I went to town to buy a new swimsuit. I had seen men wearing suits that covered their chests on the television but I could not find anything like those in the sports shop. All of the one-piece suits in the shop were for women, most had shoulder straps and breast cups and all had a very high cut crotch that would not cover my genitals. Eventually, I had to settle for a bikini, I had to buy the whole set but would not be able to use the briefs. I looked at some sports bra tops but I was too embarrassed to try them on and could not afford them anyway.

Back at school the next day, I took the doctors letter to my teacher. Soon afterwards I was called to the headmasters' office, where my games teacher and the school nurse were waiting. Mr James, the headmaster was the first to speak, "We have read your doctors letter and taken advice from the school medical staff" he started, "I'm afraid we have some more bad news for you young David".

"The nurse believes it might be dangerous for you to play rough contact sports with the other boys", said the games teacher. "We're particularly worried that the other boys might try to grope your breasts" he added.

"What do you want me to do Sir? Am I to be excused games lessons?"

"No, that's not the solution we had in mind" he responded, "You will be taking your games lessons with Miss Bensons' class"

"Do you mean I can't play football anymore Sir?"

"I'm sorry David, but that's exactly right. Miss Benson teaches hockey, netball, gymnastics and ballet; sometimes her class does cross country running and athletics. You will need to speak to her to get a timetable of classes"

I was still in a state of shock when I left the office to find Miss Benson. She was in the gymnasium teaching ballet to a class of girls. I walked into the gym and spoke to her.

Miss Benson was not pleased, "Firstly you must never come in here with your outdoor shoes on" she said, "and secondly, it's very rude to interrupt my class like this. I'll speak to you after this class is over, you can wait over there – quietly"

Oops, off on the wrong foot with my new games teacher, not a good start. I sat and watched the girls learn various twists and dance steps, it looked very difficult. The entire class wore the same uniform, a black leotard and a short wrap-around skirt over white tights. When the lesson was over, Miss Benson had me help her put the mats away and tidy up.

"So you're David, the boy who's going to join my classes?"

"Yes Miss, I am"

"Very well, I'll give you a list of lessons for the rest of the term. You'll need some new equipment, a hockey stick for example, but I can loan those to you. Meet me here after lunch and I'll have it all ready"

"Thank you Miss" I answered and left for my lunch break.

I found Sue, a girl I like and told her I would be joining her PE lesson today and asked what we would be doing. "Why do you want to join the girls' PE class?" she asked. It took me a while to explain the condition I had and why Mr James had insisted I join her classes. Sue was fascinated and a little scared when I let her put a hand inside my shirt. Eventually she told me that we would be playing netball today and promised to show me the rules.

Miss Benson was waiting for me at the gym with a box by her side. "Take good care of this stuff and don't ever turn up for one of my lessons without the proper equipment" she warned me. With that I accepted the box and a hockey stick. Since PE was the next lesson I took the box straight to the boys' changing room to see what I had.

I quickly changed into my PE shorts and t-shirt ready to join the netball lesson, leaving me enough time to look in the box. I found some shin guards, for hockey I guess, a booklet about netball and a rule book for hockey. I put everything safely under the bench seats and went to join the girls' netball class.

Sue looked happy to see me but another girl; I don't know her name started protesting. "Miss, that's not fair; how come he doesn't have to wear a skirt like the rest of us? Can I have a pair of shorts to wear as well?" Then about half the class started saying the same thing, it seems the school insists on girls wearing leotards and skirts for all PE lessons and they weren't happy about it.

Miss Benson took me back to her office, "I don't have 20 pairs of shorts to loan to all those girls and the school would never allow it anyway" she said. "I know it's not your fault but having you in my class is nothing but trouble. How are we going to solve this problem David? Perhaps you would be willing to wear a skirt? Sorry I didn't mean that, you should sit this lesson out and we'll think of something later"

The teacher was looking totally confused and annoyed and it was my fault. I felt guilty for causing so much trouble. "Miss Benson, I'd like to take part in the lesson and I'm willing to wear a skirt if that helps and if you can lend me one", the last words almost didn't come out as I realised what I had said. Miss Benson looked in a cupboard in the office and pulled out some clear plastic bags. I could see that each bag held a navy blue games skirt.

"Are you sure your happy to do this?" she asked me. I opened one of the bags and looked at the skirt. "I don't know how to put this on" I said, so she wrapped the skirt around my waist, over my shorts, and showed me how to fasten the inside hook and then the outer button. I thought I had better take my shorts off or the girls would still complain, leaving me with just the skirt to protect my modesty. It's a very short skirt, I quickly realise why the girls would prefer to wear shorts.

When I rejoin the class there are a lot of whistles and laughs but the teacher soon stops that. Then we start playing netball; run, pass, 'behind you Sue', quick left, faster, pass, 'yes that's good', GOAL. The game went on; I quickly forgot all the laughter and mocking and started enjoying the game, this is much more fun than I expected. By the end of the lesson I'm exhausted and gasping for breath. The girls are laughing again but this time their happy and just enjoying the fun.

I felt pretty good as I returned to the changing room for a shower. The boys were back from a football game and saw me come in wearing my games skirt. "Look at Davina" said one, "the girls change in the next room" said another. Even boys I counted as close friends mocked me and pretended to kiss me. I landed a perfect punch on the first one who tried to lift my skirt. Mr Black, the PE teacher came running in to stop the fight.

Back in the gym office, Miss Benson gave me some more stuff I would need for future lessons. I put them all in the box she had given me earlier; a leotard for gymnastics and ballet, tights and a stiff white skirt for ballet and a spare blue skirt for hockey and netball. Yikes, what have I got into? I thought the skirt would be just for this one lesson but instead I have to wear girls' uniform for all PE classes.

Because of the meeting with the games teachers, I was a little late getting to my next class. In Mr Jones maths class I always sit next to Peter Perkins and he helps me when I struggle with the lesson. However, this time another boy was in my seat. Looking around the classroom I see an empty seat by John but he pushes it tight to the desk to show he doesn't want me to sit there. Sue waved me over to sit with her and with no other choice; I apologised to Mr Jones for being late and sat with Sue.

Between classes, I also found that most of the boys did not want to talk to me unless they wanted to start a fight. Sue introduced me to some of her friends and they were a lot more willing to accept me as a friend. First we just talked about netball and how I could play better, then other sports and even ballet lessons. By the time we returned to class I was looking forward to my first game of hockey, it sounded like a lot of fun.

After school, I walked home with Sue and Jane who both live near me. Several boys were trying to taunt me into another fight but the girls begged me not to get involved. Inevitably, we started talking about breasts and we all felt able to relate our experiences to each other. Jane promised to come with me to a lingerie shop and help me get a comfortable bra; Sue soon agreed to come as well. In return, I promised I would stop being 'a hero' and wear my bra to school every day.

The doctors' report explained that I had a 'hormone imbalance' and was producing to much female hormone in my body. He said the condition would go away once my natural testosterone levels started to rise and that should happen within a year. However, until then he did not want to prescribe potentially harmful drugs as the breasts, although annoying, are no threat to my health. He warned that they may even grow a little larger but promised they would not be permanent and would be gone within 18 months.

  

  

  

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