“Because you’re not a child any more William. You’re a big boy now and big boys should wear a bra,” she informed me. “And I hope you’re not complaining about your knickers.” she added, “Because you know what happens when you complain about your knickers.”
I assured my aunt that I wasn’t complaining, but merely asking. “I never used to wear a bra.” I gulped as I folded one as instructed.
“Remember all those little cropped vests you used to wear?” she asked. “They were your training bras.”
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