Well, Cameron wasn't entirely without a bust. As he turned and looked deeper in the Attic Chest. He felt excess flesh that had been shifted. Taking a second glance in the mirror, he noticed that his thinner waist meant that some had been squeezed up, and some driven down by the corset.
The flaring at the bottom made Cameron's hips look wider, and small fleshy bumps of flesh rested in the built in demi-cups at the top.
Smirking he posed, and pouted at his reflection wondering if this was even an A-cup.
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But, as he returned to the chest, he found a padded bra. It was more padding he assumed than any woman would need. Given that it pretty much filled the cups, and gave the look of being filled, even without being worn. Examining it more closely. Cameron realised that the padding wasn't part of the bra. It was merely stuffed in there.
The stuffing was high quality silicone, and as he examined it, discovered that it was also blessed with nipples, and areola. Spotting that, he had to slip them into the cups of the corset. They conformed to the shape of the cups easily, molding to his flesh. It even felt surprisingly warm, and vaguely sticky.
He was able to smooth out the edges of the silicone so it merged seemlessly with his own flesh. It moved with a disconerting bounce and sway, whenever he moved. Flashes of pink areola visible in the mirror still felt like a tease, even knowing he was teasing himself.
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It was becoming oddly convincing and enticing to Cameron, the look rather spoiled, by lil' Cameron. Feeling like he was crossing a line, he pulled out a pair of panties. Before he could stop or question himself, he pulled them up and into place.
Tucking himself away, they completed the new look. Cameron made a convincing woman, with a youthful face, that didn't need much make-up. He certainly looked more androgynous, than male. There was a soft *Click*, that made him recall the keys, clenching them into a fist. Cameron suddenly nervous, he hadn't tried any of them yet. Still uncertain these were the ones that would free him.
The nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach eased, as he remembered his mum was away on a business trip. He had the whole house to himself. He wasn't going to be disturbed for the entire week. Or helped, a sneaking doubt sniggered from the back of his mind.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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