... John was at the mall. He wandered aimlessly around, looking in the windows, and allowing a disturbing sequence of thoughts to play themselves out in his mind. He watched the girls as he wandered, only each time his eyes strayed from their general appearance to their chests, there was that strange feeling again. Momentarily, he could feel the weight and movement in his own breasts. Several times, his hand lifted to check what was there, it was so real. But by the time his hand reached his own flat chest, the sensation had passed.
It was distracting, but after a time, he settled to enjoy it, imagining as he looked, the feel of small pert breasts, braless and bouncing freely against his clothes.