As I've told you before, I got pretty good at faking my boobs. But you can imagine that it is very annoying and exhausting to always be worried about accidental exposures, to always be worried about other kinds of clothing mishaps, to always be worried about somebody finding out about my secret. And finally, sexual activities are always a challenge – either by trying to keep the top on or by being embarrassed by having to confess the actual lack of breasts. Google is your friend. And so, I started an online research about how to increase your breast size. The most obvious answer was breast augmentation, of course. I didn't have the money for that, and I still don't really have it. So, this wasn't an option. I found a lot about all kinds of herbal pills, oils, you name it. After a while, my conclusion was, that my breasts were so small because I was so slim. These are the oldest naked ones I could find - you can see how slim I was, and my chest was almost completely fla
Water parties are pretty fun. Many people, drinks, water, foam. It's a bit different for me, as I usually avoid situations in which I would have to wear a bikini - because of bad experiences in the past. At the time when the water party was about to take place, I was at the height of my boob faking skills. I didn't only pretend to have breasts, I even pretended to have huge ones. Of course this was impossible to do with a bikini, so when my friends told me that we should go to the water party, I started to become pretty nervous. This was the kind of situation that I would tend to avoid during the past years. Unfortunately, I had really run out of excuses, as I had already agreed to go out on that evening, before I knew it was a water party. There was no escape for me this time, and that was quite a challenge. Revealing my flatness was no option, obviously. Just as a status reminder: this one of my "self-documentation" pics, showing how my chest actually looked like ar