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Bra fitting:
My wife Mary and daughter Celia had been talking about it all week.
Mary was going to take Celia shopping for her first bra. Mary had
arranged the appointment the previous weekend.
I had never been clothes shopping with them before and I certainly
wasn't going to start this weekend. Not with the North London derby on
the TV at my local pub.
When Saturday came Mary told me that she didn't feel like driving so
could I take them into town as Celia had been so looking forward to the
trip and Mary didn't want to disappoint her?
I had been planning to watch the football but faced with the prospect
of letting down both my wife and daughter if I did so. So to what
extent did I decide or to what extent was it decided for me that I had
better leave watching the football until Match of the Day? I had been
put in my place enough times and knew better than to upset the two
women in my life. So although it felt like my decision, the truth, as
I later learnt, was that Mary had decided I was going to join them on
this trip when she booked the appointment and she knew just how to make
me think that I had decided to come along of my own volition.
She was tired of the football mad husband she had married and wanted to
make some changes.
As a result of the decision I thought I had made I found myself as out
of my depth as any man in the lingerie department of my local
department store. I am sure I looked uncomfortable and that I would
have obviously been asking myself the standard man-on-the-Clapham-
omnibus's questions of what was I doing here and what will people
think?
But the events which transpired that day meant I have no recollection
of any thoughts or feelings before Mary announced:
"We have come to have ourselves measured."
to the rather stunning young blonde shop assistant wearing the nametag
Sharon.
Sharon looked drop dead gorgeous in her white slightly transparent
blouse with her white lace trim bra underneath it and her tight black
pencil skirt and her black patent court shoes.
I shouldn't have blushed as I eyed her up but I did. I felt like a
schoolboy again. I later thought that this involuntary reaction by me
coupled with my wife's words led Sharon to conclude this was a
universal "we" as in "we three" as opposed to a more royal "we" which
would only have referred to Celia. But, in any event, as I
subsequently learnt the universal "we" had been precisely what Mary had
intended when she had booked the appointment for the three of us.
"That's nice" Sharon said smiling and she then invited us into the
fitting room having checked no other ladies were in there. "I've got
the family booking so don't let anyone else in Stacey!"
She told my wife and daughter to take off their tops as she wrapped a
tape measure around them each in turn and told them their bra sizes.
Seeing my beautiful wife Mary and our daughter Celia looked slightly
uncomfortable in just their bras I said:
"Come on ladies it's not like I have never seen either of you in a bra
before! It's just you two, me and Sharon in here."
My point was that they should not feel so uncomfortable in front of me
or the shop assistant.
Sharon found a sexy red bra for my wife with a black lace trim and
helped Mary adjust it.
"It fits perfectly," Mary said smiling and turning to me. "So what do
you think? Do you like it?"
"I think it's very sexy!" I said.
"I think we should have matching bras," my wife said to Sharon. So
Sharon got an identical bra for Celia.
I looked at my ladies in their bras. They looked so cute and sexy.
Well Celia looked cute, Mary looked cute and sexy. The next thing I
knew Sharon was behind me asking me to take my tee-shirt off.
When I did not do so straight away Mary and Celia both said, "Come on
Simon, it's not like we have not seen your naked bosom before."
Bosom? Wasn't that a feminine word? I asked myself but then again
maybe it could refer to a man's chest too.
"Why am I being measured too?" I asked.
"I just thought it would be useful to know your size next time I went
shopping for you," Mary said innocently.
I had no idea what my shirt size was and always relied on my wife to
tell me.
"38c," Sharon said.
Was that a shirt size?
Then she measured my hips and waist. "Size 14. Here put your arms out
in front of you."
I thought Sharon was measuring my arm length for a shirt when I
suddenly realised that she had just strapped me into my first bra.
What was going on?
"When I said I liked it and it looked sexy I meant on you not me." I
said to Mary and Celia.
"See how comfortable that is?" Sharon asked as she adjusted the straps.
If you have never had a bra fitter help you to find the right bra for
you, you will not know how helpless you feel as she adjusts your straps
nor how you feel that you do bot have control of your own body anymore
because you know she pull you in any direction she wants to with those
straps in her hand. "What do you think of him?"
"Very sexy," Mary and Celia both chorused as they each took one of my
arms and led me to the mirror. Sharon left us at this point.
I looked in the mirror at the three of us in our matching bras. I was
used to looking at images of women's lingerie but for the first time I
felt uncomfortable doing so because I was wearing it too.
Just then Sharon came back with some breast forms.
"Here try these," Sharon said filling my bra. They felt cold and
sticky on my chest which although hairier than a normal woman's was
looking decidedly feminine as I looked down at my now filled bra.
"OK, a joke's a joke," I said. "How do I get this bra off?"
"You could take it off but the glue on those false breasts will have
set and they will look more obvious without the bra. You would be less
conspicuous if you kept your bra on," my wife told me. "I think we
could do with matching basques and panties Sharon."
"So you are saying I would stand more chance of going unnoticed if I
kept my bra on?"
"Well that and you would stand less chance of being taken as being
either a feminist or prostitute for not wearing a bra."
"This is so unfair," I grumbled. "I never agreed to wear a bra."
"Neither do a lot of other women, Simone," Mary said.
"Well, knowing Celia and I were going to a bra fitting, why did you
come along then? Was it not your decision to come when you would
normally be watching the North London derby?"
I had to admit I was stumped so rather than actually admit it I kept
silent.
"And did you not willingly take your top off and allow yourself to be
fiited for your bra?" Mary continued. "If the bra fits - wear it,
Simone."
"Look I will do you a family discount on the basques," Sharon said
standing behind me "Now put your arms up in the air. Simone is it?"
"What? Wait!" I said as Sharon started to hook me into yet another
item of lingerie.
But by the time I had said this I already had an hourglass figure and
was wearing a basque which matched my bra. It had straps hanging off
the bottom.
"Look you will only get the family discount rate if you each buy a full
set. So if Simone doesn't want to buy her basque you will have to pay
the full rate for your lingere," Sharon said.
I knew immediately from the looks that Mary and Celia gave me that I
was going to have to think fast if I was to get out of this and so far
my record in the quick thinking department had seen me fitted for a bra
so things did not look good.
I was starting to feel trapped. I wanted Mary to dress in these sexy
clothes but if she did I was going to have to wear them too.
"Got that darling?" Mary asked.
"If you want to have me looking sexy you are going to have to look sexy
too!" Mary said as Sharon finished hooking her into her basque.
Finally Sharon put a basque on Celia.
I tried to think of a way out.
"I am not sure we should be encouraging Celia to wear such sexy
clothing" I said hoping to appeal to Mary as a mother to get myself out
of these clothes.
"Are you saying it is OK for you and me to look sexy but you are not so
sure about our daughter? She's a woman now and needs to be able to
dress like one as you are and do."
Sharon handed me a small packet and the final part of my lingerie set -
matching red panties with a black lace trim.
"Darling, the sensible girl puts the straps under her panties so as to
be able to remove them without having to unhook her stockings each
time. So go into that cubicle and get off those trousers and those
horrible boxer shorts and get your arse into a nice pair of panties."
Mary said. "I suggest you tuck your manhood between your legs to avoid
any unsightly bulges in front."
I looked at the packet hoping it was chocolate but fairly confident it
was not and as I suspected it was a packet of fishnet stockings.
"Call me when you have your panties on and I will help you with your
stockings," Mary said.
So with that I went into the cubicle and reluctantly removed my
trousers and stood there looking at myself in the mirror. A man
wearing a bra, a basque and boxer shorts in a ladies changing room.
What was I doing?
"Are you OK in there?" asked Sharon.
"Fine." I said slowly removing my boxer shorts, tucking my manhood
between my legs and putting on my first pair of panties having made
sure I threaded the straps through first.
l could not believe I actually felt grateful to be in a cubicle in a
ladies fitting room wearing a bra, basque and panties! Well it was
that or have my daughter and the shop assistant see me encase my
manhood in my panties.
"I am ready!" I called as if a man could ever be ready for what I had
chosen to let Sharon put on me.
Sharon came in. She was now wearing a matching bra, basque and panties
to mine but her suspender straps were attached to her fishnet stockings
which were partly concealed by knee high leather boots with a 3 inch
heel. She knelt down in front of me. I had a feeling I would be
wearing similar boots very soon. Mary showed me how to roll on my
stockings, adjust and attach the suspender belt.
I was by now feeling so resigned to the process and decided I might as
well try to enjoy it. I cupped my breasts in my hands and rubbed my
hands down over the clothes I was wearing. This was avwhole new
experience and I was starting to feel quite aroused.
"Bring my boots then," I said to Mary. "You'd better show me how to
walk in them so I don't get too much of the wrong kind of attention."
Sharon then came in with a little black dress for each of us and I had
Mary zip me into it as I zipped Mary and Celia into their dresses.
"I am going to need make-up," I said.
Sharon called the Perfumery department for "an emergency in the fitting
room" and I then had my eyebrows plucked, false lashes applied and eye-
shadow painted on before the lady from the perfumery department drew
new eyebrows on, outlined my lips with a pencil and then painted them
in a real standout shade of red. By now I was really enjoying myself.
If you can't beat them join them they say!
It was just before closing time when Mary dropped one more bomb on me -
I was going to be paying for all of this! Although I would never
previously have thought of using my beer money on such a shopping trip
I insisted on paying an extra commission to Sharon as I left the shop
in no doubt that it would be a long time before I talked about football
again and then it would probably be Ladies football.
We had another shopping trip to plan after our girl's night out. It
turned out Mary had brought some money with her after all.
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