Braxton
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I nervously crept into the office. It was a warm morning and the early
workers sweltered in the pulsating sun. My breath was cut short, aghast
at the decision I had made. The bra clung to my flat chest, its cups
desperately lifting what it could. The garment had sat on my desk for
months after purchase, taunting me with its tantalising straps. I could
never explain the draw, the compulsion to this particular item of
lingerie. It was the thrill, I guess. The thrill of a bra of my own.
"Morning Kate," I exclaimed cheerfully to the diminutive IT
technician,her face flushed, her brunette hair barely held back in an
awkward bun. Kate smiled. Did she know? Was women's intuition a thing? I
wanted to just shout it, those curious words: "You and me sister, we're
in the same boat. Because I am wearing a-"
Her brows had furrowed. "Heat getting to you, Barry?" She was friendly,
a concerned voice betraying a note of pity.
I muttered the to affirmative. The windows were open now and every fan
was making its concerted effort, to move the staid air. I adjudicated
the straps of my bra. It was a dainty little affair, this brassier: a
gentle cyan, with a delicate helping of lace enclosing each gap. The
cashier had asked what size his girlfriend was. Had she known? My poker
face was stretched to the limit. I fed in my PIN. The clothing had been
furrowed into the depths of the bag. And it was mine.
The heat was intense in the crowding office. Under my shirt, I felt my
skin flush and swell. My deep breaths pushed against the wire frame of
the cups.
I needed water.
Guzzling a fresh cup from the rapidly emptying water disposer, I subtly
touched my - I still shuddered at the anticipation - bra strap. I felt
its contours sadly. Was this the epitome of my life? To creep around the
office wearing... God knows what it meant. I held back a tear.
"Hey Barry." Travers, my boss, was peering at me; a sceptical look on
his face. "We don't want you dying of heatstroke! You can take the
jacket off!" His good-natured smile petered off expectantly. True, he
was dressed the part of a summer worker: his tie gone, shirt buttons
undone to reveal a tantalising hint of chest, shirt sleeves rolled up
expectantly. He smiled passively. "We can forgive you for not wearing
your usual outfit!"
I forced a chuckle. I wondered if this would be my "usual" now. When I
first introduced the panties to my ensemble, I had a spring in my step.
Even now I had perfectly co-ordinated a little thong to go with the new
addition.
The blazer was screaming to be removed. I was dying by now. But I
couldn't. If I took the blazer off, they would be all know. Every
janitor, every intern, every secretary would see the light blue cups of
my little bra. I would be an advert; a testimony to the freak show of my
life. Preventing myself instinctively holding the cups, I lightly
hobbled to the restrooms. Escaping from the sweltering, the heat and the
pressure. I needed escape.
Pacing wildly. Nothing was right, now. And my secret was up. No more was
my perversion hidden. My eyes welled up as I haphazardly blundered
through corridor to corridor; till I entered the room of light. A wave
of cold air greeted me and I passed out.
I awoke to a glass of water, which was drunk almost immediately.
"You passed out," a voice rang out. It was my colleague Eva. "We had to
take you to the server room." She grinned. "Powerful fans you see.
Coolant."
"Well cheers!" I exclaimed. And then a single shard of horror. My blazer
was missing. All that stood between me and my humiliation was this thin,
sweaty white shirt. I stood up, choking back panic; but was shushed back
down again.
She sat beside me, gripping my hand.
"I know, Barry. I know you're a crossdresser."
I made moves to deny, to scoff; but to my surprise I couldn't.
"Th-Thank you," I stammered reverently. "Th-Th-Than-" She gripped my
hand tighter.
"A lot of us girls know, Barry." she continued , and sensing my alarm
she went on "of course, we were surprised. But we love you Barry and we
want you to be happy however you are".
We gazed at the mechanical whirring fans.
She got up. A single smile. "Here," throwing a garment towards me, "that
should keep out the heat better and conceal the straps. Plus-" She
grinned. "It matches your undies!" And with that she span round and
entered the boundless corridor. I looked down at the cardi. Undoubtedly
feminine, I observed. No mistaking it for even an androgynous top.
A sudden rush came over me. A wild boundless energy. I grabbed the cardi
and tied it in a sash around my waist. My bra wasn't really visible,
ultimately. Most people would pass over the odd shapes and the blueish
tinge - after all why check a man for a brastrap? But I wouldn't cover
up.
Because this was my bra.
Vicky
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