Category Archives: Creating Cleavage
- 1 – Exposed (1950-1954)
- 2 – Amazing Discoveries(1954-1958)
- 3 – Pandemonium Trail ( 1958-1959 )
Nature blessed Kathy, Annie, and Barbara Kay with the start of a bosom that I was denied. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Barbara Kay, two months younger than me, possessed a private clubhouse in a large room on the side of her parent’s garage, and an impressive sunflower bed by its doorway.
Michael and Phillip, her two older brothers, had an even bigger play area across the back of the garage, with a pool table. These were not unfinished or rough rooms. Uncle Mike T’s office occupied the entire right-hand side. The front center was used as a garage.Barbara Kay was pretty, with medium-long dark-brown hair and a perfect nose. She got early curves, I got zits.
Being my rich cousin, Barbie owned an endless closet of clothes. I became the lucky recipient of those she outgrew or tired of. I customized the waistband of her skirts to fit my skeletal frame by safety-pinning a folded pleat in the back.
I couldn’t inherit her slacks, my extra height made them too high-water. Try as I might, I couldn’t squeeze into her tiny Cinderella shoes.
Barbie and I loved playing dress-up, often with her neighbor Elaine. We hung sheets and curtains from the ceiling to subdivide her clubhouse into rooms. Nancy and Wilma, Barbie’s two older sisters, supplied us with a beautiful selection of prom dresses and other fancy clothes. We played house and office girls, but I don’t recall being princesses. Elaine, a year younger, played any male roles of father, brother, boss, or boyfriend.
I figured out the secret of achieving busty curves without stuffing a bra. First, I made a three inch fold in a towel or blanket, and rolled the fold down until the material reached the correct length for a strapless top, dress, or gown.
Then, I wrapped the garment around myself, placing the multi-folds where buxomness should be. If I wrapped the material real tight, and pulled my underarm skin toward the center, a tiny (real) cleavage appeared.
The final step of simulated bosomness could only be done by me. I sucked in my stomach until it almost touched my spine, making my ribcage protrude and enhance my new chest; instant womanhood.
In winter, we played dress-up inside the house. One cold day, we ventured into Aunt Nellie’s bedroom to gaze upon our beauty in her huge vanity mirror. The reflection stopped at our knees. We needed to see all the way down to our high-heeled feet. Barbie tipped the heavy mirror forward, and I saw myself from head to toe. I tipped it for Barbie.
“Help, I can’t hold it. It’s tipping forward,” I cried. “It’s going to crash.”
Aunt Nellie came into her room as we struggled to upright her mirror. She fixed the problem, but wasn’t happy. She pressed her lips together and shook her head. She said, “Hmmm, Barbara Kay has never done anything like this before.”
I couldn’t deny it was I, possessor of fraudulent endowment, who tipped too far.
Lesson Learned: I should have become a clothing designer for chest-deprived girls.
Now it’s your turn: Did you creatively alter your shape as a kid?
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