Today I was at the mall and the eyeglass store was empty, so I went in to see what they had. I was looking at the women’s glasses when an older woman came up and told me the men’s glasses were on the other wall over there and walked off. I kept looking and a younger woman came up and asked if she could help me. By then I had found 3 pairs I was thinking about. She looked at them as I tried them on, then suggested another pair that she thought I would like. They were a little more fem than I had picked out but looked better on me. I had looked at another store a week before and had my prescription with me.
She cleaned the glasses and had me sit down across from her. I leaned forward and didn’t think about the blouse I had on which had a deep V neck line. It was a loose-fitting silk shirt that hung from the girls and my bra top and camisole were barely hidden when I was standing. I could see her eyes fix on my chest momentarily and then look up which confirmed the down blouse moment. I’ve had boobs since I was a teen and wear a B cup which I fully fill so it isn’t a lot of projection but more in line with small busted women. I had been in other stores and didn’t get any strange looks.
The SA marked my new glasses and told me that they would be ready in an hour. When I came back, they weren’t quite ready, so we talked about how cold it was outside and she wished she had worn boots like I had which were women’s booties. I asked her where she liked shopping in the mall. She told me she liked my top which was a dark green paisley design and had seen it in the store. By this time, it was like two women talking about fashion. My glasses were ready, and she adjusted them. She said comeback, you will need more than one pair to go with everything. I promised to.