From Learning to Take It as It Comes... "Joey is wearing a brassiere already!" Mrs. Williams exclaimed.
"Yes," Mom answered, "he, uh, she needs it just now, Joey has a doctor's appointment on Wednesday to find out exactly what is happening. Personally I think she is growing little breasts, like a real girl."
Mom removed my brassiere and Mrs. Williams came forward to get a closer look. She reached out to touch my chest and inspected the nipples and the darkened areolae.
"I believe you are right, Gloria. It looks as though Joey is developing female bosoms. A lot of itch, some pain too?"
"Lots of pain," I told her.
"The brassiere is needed then." she conceded.
Mom helped me back into the brassiere and full-slip. The vest was a garment worn by little girls who weren't into wearing bras yet. They found three skirts that fit me and eight different tops. There was a winter coat that fit, along with a pink snowsuit for outdoor winter activities. I tried on boots, shoes and slippers of various colors and styles and got to keep everything that fit or was a little bit big on me. I would grow into some of those things.