The Girls, Part II

I visited the bra shop with the persuasive saleslady again. I took a friend there because I trust Bra Lady's judgement and Friend needed a new bra.

Upon entering the store, Bra Lady asked which of us needed a bra. I pointed at Friend and Friend pointed at me. Friend whispered, "She looks fierce. You have to get sized too if I am going to get one."

Bra Lady said, "One at a time." Then she measured me with her hands and eyes. "40F," she pronounced.

"40F? No, hold on. You gave me 40D last time. I've lost weight since. How can I be 40F now?"

"Different make." She pulled a bra off one of her shelves. "Try this. Trust me. I see you wearing Canadian bra that make you flat and too far apart." She pointed at my girls.

I went into the change room while she hunted for a bra for Friend.

The cups on my bra were huge. No way I could even fill half of them. I put it on. Lots of room up front. I peeked out from behind the change room curtain and said, "It's not going to work. It's way too big."

Bra Lady stood at the curtain and stuck her hand into the cubicle, reaching for inside my bra. She pulled the flesh up front to fill the cups. I felt so jello-y. But there was still too much loose fabric around the cup. I put my shirt over the bra and whoa! My breasts were pointing sky high like rockets ready to launch. "No, no, this won't work. They make me look fake. Too high, they're pointing too high."

"No, trust me. That's perfect. Why you want to look flat and saggy? This bra hold you in. Make you look like a woman."

"Do you have a wireless one?"

"Wireless? No, what you use to hold you up if no wire?"

"How about one that makes me less pointy?"

"You not look pointy. Good support."

"I can't, I feel too fake in this."

Bra Lady shrugged and said, "Up to you." I wondered if she knew she made a pun.

Then she tried to fit Friend. After sizing her up, Bra Lady pronounced, "36C."

"She's good," Friend said. Friend buys 34 bras but felt she really needed 36. But C cup?

Bra Lady gave Friend two bras to try on. Surprisingly, neither fit. One was too small, the other too big. Bra Lady shook her head. Then she said, "You need corset to keep this in," pointing at her mid-section.

Friend said, "You are probably right. But I am not going to get a corset. I am going to lose weight first."

So Bra Lady didn't make a sale. She was defeated by our girls.