The Mormon Mystery
Growing up, there was a big Mormon family across the street. At first, they just kept trying to convert us, but as I got older, I noticed the men paying me more attention, especially since puberty hit me like a truck. At barely 12 years old, I could easily pass for a sixteen-year-old with a chest and ample behind.
Every time I saw one of the men, they had some kind of comment, mostly about my chest. The sons who were at least four or five years older than me often asked if I stuffed my bra and they would ask to feel them, as to prove I didn’t. Of course, I never gave them an answer and I would just run home.
Luckily, we moved right before I turned eighteen because I’ve heard horror stories about that religion. Story credit: Reddit
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