tmorales

From a Single Droplet: The Beginning [lact, BrE] In retrospect, I was doomed the moment I discovered my “talent.” One day in class when I was twelve, my small breasts started aching, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Upon further examination, I realized I was lactating. The more I squeezed, the more milk dribbled out. It couldn’t have been more than half an ounce, but the milk- my milk- tasted wonderful. Thin yet creamy, I felt a bit disappointed when it ran out, but I was glad I got it taken care of without being seen. When I told mom and dad what happened, they sent me to the doctor, and my breasts dried up by next