When I was in high school a classmate of mine took the bad decision of coming to school wearing a very thin sweater and no bra. Just so that one could see her small tuberous breasts through it. I have no way of describing the experience of looking at them up close, as I did by accident, other than a tasteless taste, a sensation without a feeling, a vague impression. I still see her in uni from time to time; always I am reminded of her small, yet firm, tuberous teenage breasts, with pointy brown nipples, poking through a sweater that was too thin.