I’d become more than accustomed to wearing a skirt and blouse today,
but I’m certainly not accustomed to wearing only my underwear.
I struggle to remove the bra properly and end up pulling my arms out of the straps,
dropping and twisting it and unfastening it as I would a belt.
Finally, I peeled off the restrictive control knickers.
Like my bra,
they’d left a vivid imprint in my skin,
but it was my skin itself that held my attention.