Itty Bitty Titty Committee

The above video sure highlights a feeling I know all too well.

The embarrassment. The ridicule. The humiliation.

How else could I feel after being 'congratulated' over the public address system for having been 'unanimously selected' to be our high school's representative for the local chapter of the "Itty Bitty Titty Committee"?

The 9th grade boy who read that prank announcement before lunch hour one day was duped and the assistant principal later apologized for the comments made to the whole school about my flat chest. But in the weeks that preceded that most students had already seen full frontal nude pics of me that were being circulated about by a handful of jerks. So what was a little more shame?

After all, in reality, the P.A. announcement was not telling anyone anything they hadn't already been visually informed about.

Though rumors had persisted in my junior year that I was a "stuffer", I denied them - vehemently. When two 9th grade boys persisted, claiming that their older female cousin (who was a senior the year before) told them I was as "flat as Kansas" after observing me showering, I called them "fucking liars" and embarrassed them by depantsing them in front of several other girls. (Did they ever enjoy payback a year in my senior year when they effectively rubbed my face in my nude pics!)

All the jokes, though undeniably factual, were still quite humiliating.

"Boy-boobed Belinda."

"Flat as Kansas."

"Tacs on an ironing board."

"Pimples"

I'd also occasionally find breast augmentation ads taped to the outside of my locker.

One day a boy told his friends as I approached, "Here comes breakfast." Then, in front of me and his laughing friends, he explained to a new student that my breasts were as flat as pancakes.

Even some of rivals on other school softball teams heard of my embarrassment and chanted one time, "One, two, three, four. Who is flat as a door? Belinda. Belinda. Yeah!" A couple times training bras were rolled, taped up and tossed at me on the field.

I had already been publicly convicted of major 'bust fraud.' The 'evidence' was overwhelming and undeniable once everyone knew I still should be wearing a training bra at age 18 instead of stuffing an A-cup! (I couldn't even fill an AA cup at the time.)

How fitting indeed, many students and even some faculty felt, that an impertinent, mouthy, suspected bra stuffer had been exposed - LITERALLY!

There was certainly no point in stuffing my bra anymore after that!

I also went back to wearing a training bra during my senior year.

For flat-chested teenage girls, I can offer one important bit of advice from personal experience:

Never, Never, NEVER stuff your bra. It will only add to the humiliation when your nude pics make the rounds at school. And trust me. Nude pics of you WILL make the rounds. Someone will make SURE of it.

(At least I've since graduated from the training bra. Though, as you can see, barely.)

Happy New Year 2014

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year in 2014.

On New Year's Eve 2012 (as she had done the year before), my then 27-year old sister and the author of this blog, Belinda, good-naturally accepted "volunteering" to dress up as "Baby New Year" for midnight. My other sister, Anna, and I dressed Bel up in a diaper and a white sash (to cover one boob, with electrical tape in the shape of an "X" over the other). That, along with a 2013 tiara, was how she remained in front of about a dozen close friends for nearly an hour until Anna and I announced the baby "needed changing" and led Bel upstairs.

It was such a riot! Not only that, but so many of mine and Anna's friends said they wished they could have been there that we realized we couldn't let them down. Not to pass up such a good opportunity to embarrass our older sister, we informed her Tuesday afternoon that she would be making a repeat performance as "Baby New Year." Being quite embarrassed and expressing regret from last year she refused but with the help of her two closest girlfriends and roommates we "convinced" her it would be better for her to "volunteer" than to be "drafted." Of course, she thought the only people present would be Anna and myself again, with her roommates (who are her two closest girlfriends) and each of their boyfriends and only a couple of other close friends, just like the past two years. Would be Bel ever be mistaken about that!

Shortly after 11pm on Tuesday night, I and two of Bel's two girlfriends brought her upstairs to transform her from a college grad and summer softball/baseball camp coach into a quite reluctant, whimpering new-born baby girl. We stripped her naked and then tied on a thin, white and very loose-fitting sash that draped over her right boob (sort of, anyway; her nipple was quite visible from the side or anytime she leaned forward. lol). Using electrical tape like last year, we then put an "X" over her left nipple. As you can see in from the photo, Bel's quite flat-chested (making her the perfect choice for a female "Baby New Year").



But Bel's landing strip had to go, especially since the diaper we dressed her in this year was a small cotton cloth nappy one much more appropriate in size for a new-born than for a 28-year old woman. Her girlfriends shaved off her strip but there was a problem with the diaper. It just wouldn't stay up! It obviously couldn't be secured to itself around her waist (it wasn't big enough to reach fully around her and pin together) because it was it was designed literally for a new-born. It also only covered the lower half of her butt in the back and the front was more revealing than we initially planned for her, too.

One of Bel's girlfriends had on a pair of ultra low rise Calvin Klein white panties. So off those came and we snipped away everything but the waistband and put that onto Bel. We then put safety pins on each corner of the diaper/nappy (which essentially wasn't that much bigger than a washcloth), two safety pins in front and two in back, attaching it to the panty's waistband. But perhaps inevitably, both the front and back of Bel's diaper/nappy sagged away from her skin far enough that nothing was really left to the imagination of anyone standing next to her. With that in mind, Anna and I would later figure "Why not?" for something else we had considered and which came as another shock to Bel.

As we were upstairs, Anna greeted about four dozen of our friends, including both our boyfriends and their brothers and even a couple of ex-boyfriends we still got along with. Our cousins were visiting from Puerto Rico, so they came over, too, two boys and two girls. Unknown to Bel, about 60 or so people had now gathered, most of whom hadn't even seen Bel in a bikini before, half of whom she barely even knew at all!

Having given instructions to the guests for quietness, Anna called upstairs to me and Bel's girlfriends and I escorted her down the steps and into the darkened room, the TV making the only sounds of the one-minute countdown before midnight. We perched Bel up onto a chair and, just to make she she wouldn't bolt, Anna and I each held onto one of her arms to "keep her from falling" we assured her.

Then, at midnight, the lights came on, everyone screamed "Happy New Year" and then for about five seconds there was absolute silence as everyone starred at Bel, who was stunned in shock.

Then, the hooting and whistling started, along with flashes from cell phones and cameras and Bel's face quickly turned as red as a tomato. She turned to us, repeating over and over, "Oh my God! I can't believe you did this to me. Who the fuck are all these people? I can't believe this..."

She tried to bolt, but quickly realized she wasn't going anywhere and she was soon being greeted by our cousins, friends, boyfriends of friends, girlfriends of friends, friends of friends - all of whom of course wanted photos of themselves with "Baby New Year." Guys hugged her and more than one made sure to pull her sash away when pics were being taken and several slipped their hands down the back of her diaper.

Bel just kept blushing more and more with each passing minute, the look on her face being something between a forced smile and being on the verge of crying. Our 18 and 23-year male old cousins were laughing like crazy and quickly began relating to other guests that they had once seen Bel spanked on her bare butt on the beach when she was 15 by their mom because Bel had been mean to some little boys and kicked their soccer ball into the ocean.

Anna's boyfriend's younger brother and his girlfriend are seniors in the same high school Bel, Anna and I went to and told Anna and me that they couldn't wait to tell some of their professors who had also taught Bel about this. Overhearing them, up walked another guest, a woman in her late thirties named Denise, who not only taught Bel ten years ago but who still teaches at the high school. That was a total surprise to all of us; she came as the date of another guest!

"Oh, wow! How adorable you look, Belinda" she giggled. "I must get a picture of us together."

As Bel looked like she wanted to melt away into thin air, her former teacher draped her arm around Bel's waist and with her other hand pointed at the front of Bel's diaper, which a laughing Denise soon tugged downward as her date snapped off several revealing cell phone pics. Some minutes later, a still laughing Denise was seen texting away with her phone.

Bel walked over to me and whispered, "I can't believe you did this to me. She's going to show those pics to EVERYONE!"

I quickly reminded her, "Relax, Bel. Everyone already saw you naked in high school, remember?" (a gentle reminder of the time some jerks circulated nude pics of Bel and two of her girlfriends during their senior year)

"But I'm in a fucking diaper!" she whispered loudly.

"Oh, hush," I responded, as Anna walked over and said, "Here. Use this."

Grinning from what Anna handed me, I then stuck a pacifier into our older sister's mouth. The look on Bel's face was one of total defeat and she resignedly left the pacifier in her mouth as several more guests walked up to take pics.

Then two 18-year old high school senior boys walked over, dates of friends of Anna's.

"Coach Belinda?" they asked incredulously, before bursting into laughter.

Bel had indeed coached them, about five summers ago, just after she graduated college. Bel tried to hide her face in her hands, but Anna wouldn't let her and after the boys handed her their camera phones, Anna snapped off several keepsakes for each of them.

Anna would later find out that both boys have younger 12 and 13-year old brothers who will be attending the same softball/baseball camp this coming summer with several other friends their age. Poor Bel!

About half past midnight, Anna snuck around behind Bel and poured an entire glass of champagne down the back of Bel's diaper, giving me the perfect excuse to make an announcement.

"Looks like Baby Bel needs changing! Gather around, everyone," I said to a room full of hooting, clapping and laughter.

As Anna laid a baby blanket down on the floor in the center of the room, Bel looked at me in paralyzed fear, mouthing "No! Please. Not in front of everyone!"

"Oh, Bel," I told said. "Be realistic. Babies have no sense of shame or any need for modesty."

Then perhaps realizing she'd look more even foolish resisting in vain than being a good sport and complying, Anna and I eased Bel down to the floor without any further resistance. Anna then removed Bel's sash for good measure, leaving her topless save for the "X" of electrical tape covering her left nipple, until a quick thinking male guest stooped down and pulled that off, too.

Then, as the room fell silent, off came the diaper/nappy, leaving Bel completely naked on the floor on top of the baby blanket in the middle of a circle everyone formed around her. The hoots, laughter and whistling then quickly commenced and never let up, Bel cringing as cell phones and cameras snapped away.

I then carefully lifted Bel's legs up in the air and apart and then made sure she was wiped nice and clean.



Bel's former teacher and the two teenage boys she once coached stood a few feet away, busying their cell phones and cameras along with everyone else.

Belinda's Bad Beach Day

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Bel loves to skinny dip. But she gets annoyed when guys are around and so she will leave her bathing suit on when she's in public, knowing she'd otherwise be gawked at. Not to mention risk getting arrested for public indecency.

One day recently Bel had the overwhelming itch to skinny dip in the ocean. It was weekday, late morning and to her delight she found the beach totally deserted. So she went to the public lockers and, with no one around, quickly stripped naked and tossed all her clothes into the locker. Using a safety pin, she attached the locker key to her towel and trotted down the walkway to the beach.

Bel felt a little self-conscience, but if anyone saw her, they wouldn't know whether she was naked or not underneath the towel. If she noticed anyone coming across the beach towards where she was swimming, she'd simply grab the towel off the picnic table she had carefully laid it on, wrap it around herself and head off to the lockers to get dressed and hop on the bus to get home.

But carefully laid plans often go awry as Bel would soon find out.

After folding and laying her towel on top of the picnic bench, Bel threw her arms out wide and ran towards the ocean. As she frolicked in the warm waves, she frequently glanced up and down the beach. To her satisfaction, not a soul was around.

After about an hour, Bel noticed a young couple walking down the steps along the sea wall. Damn! Her skinny-dip was over, she muttered to herself. Oh, well. She finally did it, though. Skinny-dipped on a non-nude public beach and didn't get caught!

Bel quickly swam up to the shore, stood up and scurried over to the picnic bench before she would be spotted. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to avoid the couple completely as they were now walking briskly towards the picnic bench. A copy of the police report would later reveal their names: Davey, a tall, handsome hunk of a guy wearing a tight pair of red swimtrunks; and Cathie, a tall, beautiful burnette who was wearing a short white summer skirt and stunning matching white chain mesh top. After exchanging pleasantries, Bel began to excuse herself, hoping the couple wouldn't notice she was naked underneath the towel.

But poor Bel. She never saw it coming. It all happened so fast. (Davey and Cathie did try to explain it all to the arresting officer later, no no avail.)

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As Bel was talking to the couple, Seb approached with his 9-year old nephew and the boy's dog, a people-loving brown shepard mix. Though a cat person herself, Bel loves animals and when the excitable canine approached, she couldn't help herself but to say, ''Hi, there! Good doggie, good doggie!''

The shepard, bless his little canine heart, took Bel's sweet cooing at him as a sign to play - and without warning he lept up and snatched the bottom of Bel's towel in his teeth. In a flash, the playful pup was off and running and Bel, shocked at first, soon heard giggling, from not only the young boy standing in front of her, but from Davey, who was bellowing over in laughter, causing Cathie to give him a cross-eyed look for him enjoying Bel's embarrassing predicament a little too much.

Bel screamed, looked at the dog which by now was several hundred feet down the beach, and quite belately threw one hand across her modest breasts, the other down to cover her trimmed pussy. Seb stood there, grinning, knowing he'd also have to sit down and have a little talk to explain certain things about the human anatomy with his young nephew.

Bel's scream, however, attracted the attention of a growing number of beach goers, including a number of other young boys, several of whom happened to have cameras.

The commotion also soon attracted the attention of a patrolling police officer, who quickly arrested Bel for indecent exposure. As Bel stood there for nearly hour, blushing in embarrassment, more people happened across the scene, including the local newspaper photographer, as the officer dutifully noted all the witnesses' contact information for his report.

Handcuffed with her hands behind her back, she was eventually walked over to the police station a few blocks away, still naked, to be booked, photographed and finger-printed. Embarrassed, nervous, frightened and denied the opportunity to use a bathroom, Bel's full bladder finally gave way, just as the officer was snapping her photograph for the public record.

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The idea for this photo-story of Bel came from several real-life experience of hers. She and three of her girlfriends did get caught naked on a beach a few years ago while on vacation. It was a nude beach, but after chasing a guy down for taking pictures of them, they returned to their sunbathing spot to find their towels gone. Naked, they had to return to their hotel that way. Bel also had an embarrassing incident on a different beach just before she turned 16. Our aunt pulled Bel over her knee and spanked her in front of four of our younger cousins after Bel let loose a tirade of foul language. More on that later. Suffice to say, Bel hasn't lived that moment down.

Nine years ago, when she was 16, Bel spent a week at her friend Lori's house. Lori was in Bel's grade in high school and they were teammates on the school softball team. Our younger sister, Anna, and I were staying with cousins while our parents enjoyed a week-long getaway together.

One day, after Bel and Lori came inside from swimming, Bel took a shower while Lori used the one upstairs. Bel had undressed in a guest bedroom upstairs, so she emerged from the bathroom covered only with her towel. Unknown to Bel and Lori, Lori's parents had come home and were sitting in the kitchen, along with Lori's younger brother and his playmate, the boy who lived next door. The boy's mom had met Lori's parents outside and stopped in for coffee, too. Tagging along was her daughter and another boy from her son's class who she was giving a ride home after a day at the park. That boy had his pet shepard with him.

Bel exited the bathroom and had to pass through the kitchen on her way upstairs. She unwittingly walked into the whole assemble of everyone and froze out of embarrassment, trying to hold in place only a skimpy towel, her hair dripping wet.

All of a sudden the dog lept up and grabbed Bel's towel with his teeth and ran off up the stairs. Bel, startled, leaned backwards away from the leaping dog and lost her balance slipping on the floor with her still wet feet. She fell backwards, spread-eagled, in plain view of everyone.

The three boys were quickly giggling and laughing while Lori's father was hestitating between trying to help Bel to her feet and averting his eyes. In the process he managed to do neither.

To make matters worse, Bel strained a muscle when she fell and Lori's neighbor, a nurse, was soon telling Bel not to move as the woman soon began feeling Bel here and there as basically everyone looked on. Lori's mom sent Lori upstairs to get Bel's clothes. Lori's father quitely left the room and went out back to the garage, but trying to keep the three young boys out of the kitchen was a losing battle from the start. The young girl just sat there quitely.

Then there was Bel's bladder. She needed to pee - badly, but she couldn't stand up without help. The neighbor (the nurse) didn't want Bel to stand at all and thus put any pressure on her leg until she was sure there was no serious injury (turned out there wasn't). Lori was trying to help put Bel's bra on for her, but between the commotion couldn't reach around her to snap it. And Bel finally pleaded, ''I really have to pee!!!''

The neighbor, still in full nurse mode - meaning to hell with Bel's modesty, told Lori to fetch a pan or soup bowl. Bel was aghast at that thought and tried to force herself up. The woman in turn tried to force Bel back down. Bel, at that point, was in nearly in tears, as Lori's mom again tried to get the boys to stay out of the room. The neighbor, undeterred, opened up a kitchen cabinet door and grabbed a tin pie pan. Enlisting Lori's help, they each lifted one of Bel's thighs and slipped the pie pan underneath her. Hearing the boys giggle again, Lori's mom turned around yelling at them to leave the kitchen.

Bel again tried to force herself up, and insisted Lori help her. Lori's mom then also grabbed Bel under one arm and mother and daughter helped Bel back towards the bathroom where she had showered earlier, Bel's unsnapped bra falling to the floor. With about 10 feet or so to go, Bel felt the dam beginning to burst and she let out a trickle that formed a small puddle on the floor. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could and was helped the rest of the way and sat down onto the toilet. As Lori and her mom comforted my blushing sister as she sat there peeing, Bel looked up and saw all three boys starring at her with their eyes wide open as if in a mesmerized state. No one had thought to close the door.

Yeah, I know. I am SO dead! lol.