Having grown up being the only boy among many girls, I had come to be used to seeing girls in my fam
Having grown up being the only boy among many girls, I had come to be used to seeing girls in my family go from being thin and scrawny, just like I was, to rapidly filling out with voluptuous womanly curves. Into what the boys at school would call “busty babes”. Mother and the girls would frequently tease me, being at a similar age to a sister who had also yet to visibly go through the changes of puberty, saying that I was much more of a girl than my sister, joking that I was much more like likely (or deserving!) of filling out into a busty babe. What uncomfortable thoughts it would instill in the mind of a shy, sensitive young boy. The horror of my body displaying how much of a fairy, I secretly feared I was, to all my friends at school -- source link