Secondary sexual characteristics
My father works for a trading company. When I was a kid, I moved three times because of my father's job transfer. At first, before I realized it. I don't remember this. Next is when I was in the 4th grade of elementary school. And the beginning of this story, when I graduated from elementary school. I don't really want to say it myself, but I grew up in a fairly wealthy environment. My father and mother's parents' homes were large mansions, so it may have been helped. But my dad used to go to work early in the morning and come back late at night. As a child, I knew that I was working very hard. My father was handsome, even if he looked at his daughter's favor. He had a well-organized face with clear eyes and nose, was tall, and had a slender body, but he was solid. When I was little, I was already asleep at 8 or 9 o'clock, so I could only see my father's face during the week after noon on Sunday. I couldn't wait for it, and by the time my dad got up, I ran to my dad's and mother's bedrooms and jumped onto my dad's sleeping futon. I loved my father who lifted me up while rubbing my sleepy eyes and gave me a high height. I heard from my mother that my father and mother met in a leisure club when I was in college and got married after dating for five years. I also loved my mother, who was a little shy but happily talked about her memories of her dating era with her father.The day after the elementary school graduation ceremony, our family headed to our new home. This time the house is a newly built detached house. It was predicted that my father's transfer would not be possible in the future, so I took the plunge and built a new one in a commuter town near Tokyo. It was a Western-style and cute house with a large lawn garden on a large site. Once inside, you'll find a large living room and dining room, and a wooden deck in the garden. I felt that it was a little too big for three parents and children to live in. When I said such a straightforward impression as I thought, "But maybe Nao-chan's younger brother or sister may come soon?" My mother said with a shy laugh now. But I remember. I will talk in order. My hobby from the upper grades of elementary school to junior high school was reading. It was when I was in the 4th grade of elementary school that I moved. I couldn't make friends for a while after I moved, so when I got home early, I reread all the books my parents had bought. It's like a complete collection of literature for children. I should have read it once when I was in the lower grades, but my understanding is different. After that, I became completely addicted to playing in the world of "The Story of Someone Not Me", and even at school, I naturally read books by myself. I was such a shy transfer student, but if I go to school every day, I can gradually get used to the new environment.Before the summer vacation, I had some friends chatting and playing with. And, apart from interacting with friends, the habit of reading as a hobby to satisfy my intellectual curiosity was well established in me. I randomly borrowed a book that I thought was interesting, borrowed it from the school library or the library in the town, or bought it at my own expense, and read it if I had the time. My mother always silently gave me money when I said I wanted to buy a book. Instead, the rule was to properly report what kind of book you bought. But my mother never said that she was careful about the books I bought. Even when I bought shojo manga, and when I bought a detective novel that has a lot of bizarre scenes when I think about it now , I laughed, "If you find it interesting to read, lend it to me ." And in fact, my mother seems to have read most of the books I bought. By the time I was in sixth grade, I was reading books for adults that became bestsellers. I remember my mother's words when I bought Murakami Haruki's book. "Oh, Nao-chan. I had that book. It's a beautiful story. It's a little naughty." It was certainly naughty. But it was a very romantic story. The name of one of the characters was the same as mine, so I was so embarrassed that I read it back several times. In the sexual scene, of course, I couldn't draw a concrete image for me at that time, but somehow I thought of a beautiful, ephemeral, flesh-colored image.I honestly accepted that when men and women love each other, they would naturally want to do that. Not only in Murakami's book, but also in the novels of other writers, such sexual scenes were sometimes depicted. And, fortunately, they were all sex depictions to confirm love, which is only possible with the love of men and women. In that way, I was in a state of "aging" sexuality through reading, and my curiosity and anticipation for it was more than the dislike of sex and naughty things that girls of that age tend to have. I think it was better. So, when my mother told me that day, my younger brother or younger sister, I just thought that I was doing it. The fact that my father and mother have sex is proof that they love each other. At that time, I came up with the idea that my father and mother had sex frequently. From the 4th grade to the 6th grade of elementary school, our family lived in a condominium. It was a fairly large rental for families, and there were 4 rooms excluding the living room, one for my father, one for my mother, and one for me, and the other room was a tatami room, which I called the guest room. When I was in the 4th grade, I wanted to pee in the middle of the night, and when I passed in front of the guest room, I heard something rustling. The next morning, when I told my mother about it, she smiled and said, "Oh, that's right. The god of my house lives in that room. I can't see it, but I've been sitting like a kid Floating fluffy,Nao-chan is watching over me. Only at night, I come down and do some exercise. 'Cause you "get tired when I floated all the way was what Sylhet said. Believing it slippery, I didn't care about the sound that I sometimes heard. Only "Oh, there is a god today" . If parents are parents, children are also children. In the afternoon of a holiday, after playing with me a lot, my dad sometimes disappeared. Then, about 15 minutes later, my father called me home and my mother told me. Something like "Daddy has just met a company employee and forgot something important at home. Mom, I'll deliver it by car, so please be sure to answer me ." My mother also goes out, brings a cake in the evening, and we both come back by car. That happened once or twice a month. Of course, I think there were various excuses when they went out, but I don't remember each one. However, even though I was dull, I knew that if it lasted for half a year, it would be patterned. And I was delighted that the day of the pattern was the day when the cake could be eaten. By the time I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, such a mystery had been solved. I'm sure they had gone to a love hotel along the national highway. Sometimes I want to make a loud voice and do it. And at that time, a big turning point came to my body.My chest began to swell slightly when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school. I feel more and more pain in my nipples, and when I check the mirror in the dressing room every time I take a bath, I feel that my nipples are getting bigger day by day. .. Over time, my entire chest gradually expanded.