Bras are hot, they dig, the straps twist, they ride up... and there's the ever present fear that your "best friend" might just decide to unleash an underwire and stab you in the heart ("et tu, Brute?") ...all of that being said; I consider them a necessary part of the ensemble, and I DO get excited when I get a cute new one. I also have to give the disclaimer that after I dress for a long period of time, I am more than ready to take it off (I can do the Houdini-shirtsleeve trick! Lol), put on my comfy girl clothes and relax. The feeling, I would say, is on par with taking off my uniform and hot smelly boots at the end of the day in guy mode! Lol
