The Puberty Diaries

Chapter 1: Big Bras To Fill

There were several things I deeply cherished about my childhood home in Phoenix, Arizona. The amount of space that was sufficient enough for a young couple to raise two children in (as well as enough for said children to grow up in), the outdoor kitchen on the stone back-porch with a fire-pit, the indoor kitchen with a pizza-oven, the pool with a jacuzzi... the list goes on, really. That being said, the thing I loved the most about our house was the massive window in my second-floor bedroom, which was positioned directly across from my bed. Every night I would intentionally leave my blinds open, so that the following morning, I could almost always wake up and be able to look straight ahead to see the profoundly beautiful desert sunrise that turned the sky into a sherbet-colored oil-painting.

However, this morning was different. I woke up at 6:45 as usual, but this time I awoke to the sight of a massive lump completely blocking my warm, inviting view. Still too drowsy to determine what exactly this mass was, I immediately assumed it was 'Frijoles', my American Shorthair cat. And my guessing wouldn't have been all that far off, seeing how he had a habit of sneaking into my room at night and nodding off on top of my chest. Within a few seconds after taking that guess, I gently nudged my visual obstruction, but it simply flopped back into place and remained motionless otherwise. I tried pushing it harder, but the outcome didn't change at all. In a desperate effort to get a glimpse of my precious Southwestern morning sky, I sat up in bed, and the mass lowered itself, but still didn't move. It was then that I noticed how tight my spaghetti-strapped pajama-top suddenly felt, and that Frijoles wasn't even in the room with me.

Almost panicking, I stumbled out of bed and hurried to my bathroom across the hall. Shutting the door and turning on the lights, I nearly screamed at the massive lump beneath my shirt. I quickly calmed down, however, as it dawned on me what this was.

No wonder Frijoles felt so light!

Now it was official. I had caught up with my friends (and pretty much all the women in my life, really) in terms of every major sign of puberty. It all started with the slightly deepening voice, before I began my growth spurt sometime in 7th Grade. Then came the widening hips that forced me to stop wearing pencil-skirts. Close behind were the zits, pimples, and whiteheads that crowded every inch of my facial skin as they basted it with their own inner filth. And it all culminated in my very first menstrual cycle that shall remain a vivid memory of mine even after I turn senile. I of course knew that I would catch up eventually, but I never knew when. And I certainly didn't come to realize that my new breasts would turn out so big.

Can't imagine how big they'll get when my next cycle comes around!

Okay, okay, I know that girls don't just grow boobs out of thin air, but that sure was how it felt to me. Of course mine had grown overtime, but at a considerably slower rate than most, and as of this morning, those flimsy trainer-bras that my mother had invested in were definitely not gonna cut it. After double-checking to make sure I wasn't nipping out, I stepped back out into the hall, where my seven-year-old brother Felipe was standing. He was clearly speechless as he stood there, ogling my chest in a way that represented confusion rather than arousal, clad in his favorite set of flannel, Mario Kart-themed pajamas with his crew-cut slightly mussed up.

"Mamá?" He asked, "I think Tequila has a tumor!"

Within a few seconds, my mother stepped out into the hallway. She was wearing a translucent silk robe in the same color as the sunrise I mentioned earlier, with a very revealing lime-green bikini underneath.

"Eh? Oh, no no no, it's not a tumor!" She replied, lightly shoving past him and edging closer to me.

"Then what is it?" Felipe asked.