“Which bra have you got on today?” my aunt asked in a friendly, inquisitive tone when I appeared downstairs. “Can I have a look?” she asked with a smile.
Startled, I said I’d forgot and returned to my room. I guess it’s an easy mistake to make, I thought as I pulled open my drawer and picked up the neatly folded bra on the top of ‘my’ collection. I’d had plenty of practise fastening them yesterday, so it wasn’t a struggle getting it on. I covered it with my T shirt and reluctantly returned to the lounge. Of course my Aunt wanted to see it, and simply lifting my T shirt wasn’t enough. Topless save for my triple A cup white bra, my Aunt had me turn this way and that whilst she told me how pretty it looked.