Cheryl James
12-10-2010, 12:57 AM
On a recent trip to the mall en femme I came across a gel cup bra by Lily of France that guarantees to add at least one cup size and give the wearer an "Extreme Ego Boost". I couldn't bring myself to take it to the register that night but I have wanted that bra ever since that evening. So, tonight I went back to the store to try and find the courage to buy it.
It has been "cold" on South Florida for the past few days which gave me a chance to put together an outfit suitable for a chilly evening. I wore some hip hugger jeans, a gray long sleeve pullover top with white hearts decorating the front, a black scarf around my neck and a cute knit hat. I wore some one-inch heel sandals (it wasn't cold enough to keep me from showing off my polished toes). Over it all I wore a long jacket-type sweater that tied in the front with a belt made from the sweater fabric. It was an OK outfit for the weather and fit in with what everyone else was wearing.
I got to the mall at about 8:45 but they are open till 11 because of the holidays. I parked, checked my lipstick and hair, got out and walked right into the store. I am getting much better about being bolder. In the past I would wait until the "perfect" moment to arrive so that I could do something with the least possibility of encountering another person. Many times the "perfect" moment never arrived.
The bra section is near the entrance, so I browsed until I found the bra that I wanted. I had to search through the rack until I found my size. I took my time and inspected all aspects of the bra until I was satisfied that I would be happy with it. I, then, decided to buy some panties, as well, so I browsed the panties. There were more shoppers than usual and several times women were in my vicinity but there were no problems. My comfort level was pretty high which felt great to me.
Having made my selections I proceeded to the checkout. I was the only person at the register and had to wait for a minute before the sales clerk came over as she was arranging a display of panties and thongs. The clerk was a middle aged lady. She took care of my purchases, took my money, gave me change, and wished me a happy holiday with no obvious recognition that I was not the girl I wish I was. While I was in line a teenage girl got in line behind me. Strangely, I had almost no apprehension or nervousness. On my way out of the store I had to walk by a couple of girls, but I walked like I had a purpose and I observed no recognition on their part. This was exhilarating for me as I do not believe that I pass up close. I might "pass" at a distance as I am not very big and am, fairly, fit. I, also, might pass in the dark, maybe. So, either people were being nice, they were too busy with their own stuff, or I didn't give them a reason to pay any attention to me. That's good, I guess.
With my confidence high, I proceeded to a Target. This store is always crowded and I wanted to see if I could go in and browse in that type of environment. I entered through a mall entrance and had to walk 100-150 feet in the mall to get Target. I encountered more teenage girls and many women but, again, I walked with a purpose and did not notice any outward recognition on anyone's part. The store was very crowded, especially in the women's clothes which is where I headed. I tried to not avoid anyone, but I didn't seek out contact, either. Other than my own self-confidence being given a shot, it was, largely, a non-event. Everyone went about their business and if I was noticed nobody gave me a second thought.
So, I had my ego get an extreme boost twice tonight. The first was the ego boost from the exposure to the public while shopping. The second was when I got home and put my new bra on. My reward was instant cleavage. It was a good night.
It has been "cold" on South Florida for the past few days which gave me a chance to put together an outfit suitable for a chilly evening. I wore some hip hugger jeans, a gray long sleeve pullover top with white hearts decorating the front, a black scarf around my neck and a cute knit hat. I wore some one-inch heel sandals (it wasn't cold enough to keep me from showing off my polished toes). Over it all I wore a long jacket-type sweater that tied in the front with a belt made from the sweater fabric. It was an OK outfit for the weather and fit in with what everyone else was wearing.
I got to the mall at about 8:45 but they are open till 11 because of the holidays. I parked, checked my lipstick and hair, got out and walked right into the store. I am getting much better about being bolder. In the past I would wait until the "perfect" moment to arrive so that I could do something with the least possibility of encountering another person. Many times the "perfect" moment never arrived.
The bra section is near the entrance, so I browsed until I found the bra that I wanted. I had to search through the rack until I found my size. I took my time and inspected all aspects of the bra until I was satisfied that I would be happy with it. I, then, decided to buy some panties, as well, so I browsed the panties. There were more shoppers than usual and several times women were in my vicinity but there were no problems. My comfort level was pretty high which felt great to me.
Having made my selections I proceeded to the checkout. I was the only person at the register and had to wait for a minute before the sales clerk came over as she was arranging a display of panties and thongs. The clerk was a middle aged lady. She took care of my purchases, took my money, gave me change, and wished me a happy holiday with no obvious recognition that I was not the girl I wish I was. While I was in line a teenage girl got in line behind me. Strangely, I had almost no apprehension or nervousness. On my way out of the store I had to walk by a couple of girls, but I walked like I had a purpose and I observed no recognition on their part. This was exhilarating for me as I do not believe that I pass up close. I might "pass" at a distance as I am not very big and am, fairly, fit. I, also, might pass in the dark, maybe. So, either people were being nice, they were too busy with their own stuff, or I didn't give them a reason to pay any attention to me. That's good, I guess.
With my confidence high, I proceeded to a Target. This store is always crowded and I wanted to see if I could go in and browse in that type of environment. I entered through a mall entrance and had to walk 100-150 feet in the mall to get Target. I encountered more teenage girls and many women but, again, I walked with a purpose and did not notice any outward recognition on anyone's part. The store was very crowded, especially in the women's clothes which is where I headed. I tried to not avoid anyone, but I didn't seek out contact, either. Other than my own self-confidence being given a shot, it was, largely, a non-event. Everyone went about their business and if I was noticed nobody gave me a second thought.
So, I had my ego get an extreme boost twice tonight. The first was the ego boost from the exposure to the public while shopping. The second was when I got home and put my new bra on. My reward was instant cleavage. It was a good night.