I know, it sounds juvenile to call them boobies, but that's what the girls at the mastectomy store call them. The store is now run by the daughters of the original owner. They are both in their late 20's, bubbly & cute, and incredibly accepting. every time I come in, it's always "Gosh, your boobies are looking perfect" and "See, boobies are so much fun!"
Today, I took a long lunch knowing that a visit to their store is not a fifteen-minute affair. They like to chat first to find out where I get my cute outfits, how life has been going, where I've been dressed up, and the reactions I've gotten. After we find something, we usually chat some more, trade hugs and off I go, floating to my next destination. Today was pretty much a normal visit. I needed a new bra for a new blouse I bought a few months ago. It has a pretty keyhole opening in the back, which unfortunately shows my bra. I went into the changing room and was just going to put on my blouse, but in the Mythbusters tradition, thought that if doing it is worthwhile, overdoing it is even better. I came in in drab today, but changed into my black pencil skirt, was already wearing hose, put on my top and black pumps, the bra I already had, and stepped out of the room. They came over and fussed at me ("That blouse is super-cute! It really shows off your boobies!"), complimented my shape and agreed that the back opening was too low for my bra. They had a convertible bra, but it wasn't the "pocket" style. It required adhesive forms. I said I didn't have any. They smiled and said "For you, not a problem!"
Normally, they have a donation stash. I guess the American Cancer Society gives them money to help women in need buy breast forms. Apparently their closet was overflowing, but they couldn't find a decent pair of adhesive forms. I was bummed. The younger one reminded her sister that they had some in the back in my size that they were going to send back but never got around to it. She brought a few pair out (Amoena) and found a pair that matched my skintone really well. They took me into a room, showed me how to prep my skin and showed me how to position them properly. Oh my gosh! The feeling of the forms hanging on my chest felt so cool! We found a cute convertible bra that looked perfect with my blouse. They did their usual adjusting, step back, adjust some more because, as they say "We won't rest until your boobies are perfect!"
So, I was going to change back into drab mode. I had gotten my blouse off and was standing there in my cami and skirt and I hear a knock on the door. I said to come in. One of their new employees came in to see how I was doing. I guess her curiosity got the best of her. She said the girls were right, that I really did have a spectacular body and she was trying not to be jealous. I thanked her, said that I bet she said that to all the guys being fitted for bras, then said seriously that my goal is not to look like a man in a dress, but to blend as much as I can. She said, "Oh, you do more than blend, you really look very pretty." I said I wouldn't go that far, and she said "Oh, I would." I don't normally blush, but being told that while standing in underwear and a skirt kinda brought it out.
She left the room. I tried to peel the forms away from my chest. It didn't want to budge. I realized that I hadn't asked them about how easily removable they were. I put my bra and camisole back on and went into the hallway. The younger one was smiling mischievously at me. "Hey pretty woman, what's up?" I told her that my boobies seemed to want to stay where they were. She laughed and said that they looked so cute, why would I ever want to take them off? I reminded her that I was on my lunch break. She said that she was sure that after lunch, all the guys at work and even some of the girls, would love to see my new developments. I told her that it was indeed very tempting, but that I should probably give my poor underdeveloped lower back muscles a rest. She said that since the adhesive was new, that it was very strong. We could either use some adhesive remover, or wait a bit for sweat to do its thing.
Flipping a mental coin, it came up boobies. I got dressed, keeping my bra and cami on under my polo shirt. They again said I looked so cute and dared me to go to work wearing them. It was a bit harder leaving the store in drab mode while feeling the wonderful bounce and sway of my new boobies. I did get some looks on the way to my car, and thought that I should turn around and say "What?! I have a bad case of man-boobs. You have a problem with that?"I got in my car and drove. After awhile, I almost wanted to wear them back to work. Reason (unfortunately) prevailed, and after about 45 minutes (total lunch break - almost two hours
I can't wait to wear them again. I absolutely adore the feel of the weight on my chest, and now can experiment with strapless dresses like I tried on last week. This time, I can go braless and my boobies won't end up right above my waistband, like the dress below. By the way, the dress below is the one I talked about in my last shopping post (http://www.crossdressers.com/forums/...d.php?t=109236) from Bebe. It's basically a bustier with a miniskirt sewn on. I'm thinking of going back and trying it on again to see if it fits better with the adhesive forms.
Sigh. Can I say how much I love being girly? What are your experiences with these forms and why didn't someone tell me they were so much fun!?
Kathi
Originally Posted by Kathi Lake
I've been attaching mine for quite some time, and the feeling is glorious 
