Girls did you ever stuff your bras? Why? Did it help? Did you ever get caught?
Same with guys that put something in their pants.
This never made any sense to me especially the later. I mean if you put the sock in your pants to make people think you had more than you did so they would want you because of that. What did they do when they found out you didn’t?
No. I didn’t need to. I was a 36C by the end of the 4th grade, easily passing for 16.
Actually, while I was aware some of the girls in my peer group were wearing padded bras for years, none of them ever stuffed.
Oh wow, Arden…how did the 4th-grade boys react to you? :eek:
OK, I’ll do my best…
2 guys wearing speedos are at the beach trying to pick up the ladies.
Guy #1 appears to have a decent package on display. He’s quite a hit.
Guy #2 appears to be suffering from what George Costanza would call…shrinkage, and oblivious to the the problem.
Guy #2: “You seem to be quite popular here.
How do you do it?”
Guy #1 looks over guy #2: “Go home, put a potato
in your speedo and come back
in an hour. The women will
love you.”
( 1 hour later)
Guy #2 shows up on the crowded beach. He struts his well packed speedo self past a large group of sun-tanned ladies. He’s getting LOTS of stares…followed by LOTS of shrill screams and pointing.
Guy #1 throws a towel to guy #2: "You FOOL!..
" …You’re supposed to wear the potato in the FRONT!!"
:ba-da-dum-crash:
Of course I stuff my pants, Bill. They’d arrest me if I left it hanging outside…
Exactly the way they should have; with fear and awe 
Actually, I was lucky. I had teachers that made sure the boys behaved. There was no teasing or strap snaping at school and on the bus, I made friends with older girls that would thump anyone that tried to harass me.
My Mom had also developed early so she was prepared for it when I did.
Arden, I thought I was the only one who had developed early. I felt like such a freak. I lived through it, though. Having my mother constantly remind me of what was going on, though, was not fun. That is what made me feel so different. (She had not gone through the same thing and was taking a way too huggly-wuggly-you-are-fine-and-beautiful approach. I nearly want to throw up just thinking about it.)
Thankfully, my Mom wasn’t like that. She just acted like it was perfectly normal. Which for her side of the family, it was.
I have all the curves of two aspirin on an ironing board, but I’ve never* stuffed my bra**. Seems like such a horribly embarrassing thing to be caught doing. And why would I want to misrepresent myself that way? I don’t much care to attract the attention of someone who would only be interested in me for such superficial reasons.
*Well, never stuffed my bra and gone galivanting around like that. I’ll sometimes put bowls, or round candles or whatever over my tits, and stike poses in front of the mirror, just for kicks, just to see what I’d look like with giganto gazongas. But I’d never go out like that.
**Not that I even wear a bra anymore, but you get the point.
Please, please, please don’t stuff your lingerie. You’re beautiful exactly the way you are.