I was 11 years old at the time and, on the cusp of puberty, myself and a few of my pals suffered greatly from boob envy. Unlike other girls in our class so flat chested were we, we referred to ourselves as The Vest-still Virgins.
My regret is, that in a desperate bid to speed up the machinations of maturation I ever listened to one of the girls in our class who insisted that Germolene rubbed liberally on the chest area would provide us with the massive mammaries we urgently desired.
We met in the school playground the following morning each of us having applied so much Germolene the night before that we weren't just wearing Germolene...we had BECOME Germolene. It was obvious by the titters and twitching noses of those around us that everyone knew what we had done.
Oh, the shame….and worse than that...not a flowering bud of a bosom to show for it!