I was 12 when this all began, unlike most girls who were staring sixth grade, I was different, in many ways.

I had been home schooled most of my life, my mother and father were over-protective of me. For obvious reasons, but I convinced them to let me start the sixth grade.

Now, unlike most 12 year old girls, I wasnt worried about puberty, it came at me like a nuclear bomb.
My chest size was 36E, I had to wear a special sports bra just to go to school.

I wasnt fat, on the contrary, not including my massive breasts, I looked like any other 12 year old girls, long brown hair tied into pig tails, thin little body, very little curve to my hips at all, my legs werent the stuff you see in magazines in my bum was only a little bit round and perky, but my tits turned heads.

I remember when I was 10, my breasts had start growing basically when I was 9, by 10 they were 34D.
I was in the grocery store with my mom when an older man came up to me and asked “Hey baby, you got a license for those guns?” I was confused and told him “no”. He laughed and squeezed my breasts making a honking noise and left me.

But enough about my breasts, the sixth grade was so much fun. My teacher was nice, she taught me plenty of things my first day, not all the boys were staring at me, mostly the older boys I passed on the way to class.