11/10      I have a small chest size (32) but pretty large boobs -
           DD (and I'm afraid, getting very close to DDD). I started
           growing my girls when I was around 9 and when I was 10 1/2
           my mother had the "talk" with me and the next day she took me
           to buy my first bra. My mother was totally surprised to find
           that my little boobies fit into a real A cup bra.  I didn't
           really like wearing a bra because I was the first to wear
           one in my 4th grade class. The girls were either jealous or
           thought I was trying to outdo them. The boys, well let's say
           they were awed by my growth. I received more comments than
           I care to think about.  When I was 12 my best friend Mindy
           invited me and four other girls over for a sleepover. It was
           in Sept. just at the start of school and it was HOT. All of
           the girls were wearing cute little tank tops and shorts. Not
           me! I wore a loose fitting tee shirt - trying to hide the fact
           that just two weeks earlier my mom had taken me in yet again to
           be fitted for new bras. I had just turned 12 and my birthday
           present was my new 32C underwire bras. I was mortified that I
           was having to wear this huge industrial-strength bra with the
           wide shoulder straps and a 3-hook back strap.  My friend had
           a swimming pool and we all decided to go swimming so we went
           into her bedroom to change into our swim suits. Now I had never
           shown my new bra to anyone except Mindy but I thought I could
           change real quick and hopefully no one would notice. Well,
           no sooner had I lifted off my tee shirt than one of the girls
           made a comment about how large my boobies were and how big my
           bra was. Now all the girls wore bras - even if they were AA or
           A or training bras. I turned bright red, totally embarrassed
           as the conversation turned to bras and boobs and how everyone
           wish they had bigger boobs.  I turned around toward the wall
           as I unhooked my bra and tried to very quickly put on my
           swim suit top. All the other girls were wearing cute little
           triangle string bikinis but I was wearing a sturdy two piece
           with a top that really looked like a bra in disguise. I felt
           heavy, different and for the first time realized that these
           boobs I had been carrying around were going to be a liability.
           I've since grown into a 32DD - I think I was 14 when I grew
           into a D cup. At 16 I made the transition to DD and at 18 I am
           very close to trying on a DDD. Gosh, when do they STOP growing?