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I dropped the report on the hallway table and headed into the house. I
heard Daniella in the kitchen, probably making dinner. I went through my
usual routine, changing out of the suit, tie and shirt I wore to work. It
always felt like home when I had changed into a pair of old chinos, a
polo shirt and my slippers. I made my way back to the living room to get
the paper. Dani heard me as I settled in on the couch.
"Honey is that you? I didn't hear you come in. I'll bring your beer and
dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
"Thanks, Dani."
I liked that about her. I mean she had always been considerate when we
started dating, but once we married, she made a point of being sure I was
always taking care of once I got home. She didn't work, but kept the
house nice and neat and fed me well. She was a good cook. She also made
it a point to make herself available for sex, at least once a week, even
if she wasn't particularly interested in it that night. I had to admit
she was a pretty old-fashioned girl. For example, she didn't insist but
seemed to prefer I call her my girl instead of a woman. She also took the
time to dress nice. I could count on the fingers of one hand the number
of times she wore pants. Daniella or Dani as I called her, always had a
skirt or dress on; and not only that, but she kept herself made up with
her hair styled, and wore heels and hose constantly, even around the
house. She seemed to favor the days when woman dressed pretty for their
man, and had taken to wearing cute little aprons when she cleaned or
served me. Although she didn't have big boobs, she always wore pushup or
sexy lace bras that gave her a nice look. That extended to bed as well;
when we had sex she often wore sexy baby dolls or a garter belt and silky
stockings. I think she knew I liked it when she looked good for me. True,
she wasn't beautiful in the traditional way, but she walked to keep in
shape, had a curvy body, and her face was far from plain. Overall, I had
no complaints about our six years of marriage. I had to smile when she
walked in, carrying my beer. She was wearing a knee length dress, fitted
tightly to show her curves, covered by a sheer apron. Dani looked a
housewife right from the 50s. Smiling she leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"Welcome home sweetie. How was work? Anything new? Oh, did you make your
doctor's appointment?"
This was typical too. She was alone most of the time, so she peppered me
with questions as soon as I got home, in search of some conversation. I
took a quick swig of beer.
"Work was okay, I mean nothing bad happened. Tim approved the orders we
got last week, so we stayed on schedule. I guess it some ways it was a
good day. For once the production line didn't break down; that new guy
Justin made a few changes to make it run smoother. He can be a bit
arrogant and I could see him getting ahead, but he knows his stuff. I'm
pretty sure we will get that new contract from upstate too. So, overall
pretty positive. I did make the appointment, although I was running a
little late from work. Dr. Hart gave me the once over and everything was
the same. He printed out the results from my blood tests and gave me a
write up of his exam. Again, pretty good news, as my physical held no
surprises. You can look at the report if you want, it's on the hall
table."
"Great, I'm glad everything went well today. I'll have to look at it
after dinner. It's almost ready, so come to the table when you're done
with your beer."
Dinner was good as always and I settled back into the den while Dani
cleaned up. I had almost fallen asleep when I heard her gasp and she came
scurrying into the room. Looking up, I saw a worried expression across
her face and she was holding the report from my doctor.
"Oh Hank, why didn't you tell me about this? You shouldn't keep something
like this a secret. I can help you with this for sure."
"Dani, what are you talking about? The doctor said I was basically
unchanged since my last physical. My cholesterol, blood pressure,
triglycerides, everything is well into the normal range, especially for a
man my age. I even have lost some weight, so my BMI is okay too. What has
you so upset?"
"Well you may be healthy otherwise, but it says right here that you have
a pronounced case of gynecomastia. We can't just ignore that. You should
have told me about it sooner, so we can do something about it."
I blushed at her mention of my condition. It was something I had
developed as a teenager, and when my mom took me to the doctor then, he
said I would outgrow it. That it was caused by an overabundance of
hormones during puberty. Only I hadn't out grown it. Basically, I stayed
the same since it showed up. My condition had made me pretty shy when I
was younger. Added to the fact that my voice was always a few octaves
higher sounding than most men, I tended to be quiet and stay out of the
spotlight. I hated answering the phone when I lived at home, because the
caller always called me Miss or assumed I was my mother. I knew I could
do nothing about my voice, but when I was older I once looked online
about my gynecomastia, and saw that at my age only surgery could correct
the condition. I had gotten so used to the small mounds on my chest that
I had just gotten over it. I mean, I wore a tee shirt all the time, even
when I swam at the beach. I preferred not to be nude in front of people,
like men's locker rooms and even when Dani and I had sex. She had never
noticed it either, so as far as I was concerned it was a non-issue. Until
now. I would just have to convince her that it wasn't a big deal.
"Now Dani, that isn't anything serious. I mean it doesn't impact my
health, and is only a matter of appearance. So there is nothing we need
to do about it. I mean, they don't bother you, do they? You've never
mentioned it."
"Well to be honest, you never let me see you without a shirt. You even
wear a pajama top in bed during the summer. I want to see what the doctor
is talking about. I know how men are, you like to dismiss anything that
you don't think is important. But you are my husband and I want to help
anyway I can. So unbutton that shirt or I will."
I was a bit stunned. Dani never talked like this or was this assertive.
Although it would be embarrassing to let her look at my naked chest, I
felt it must be really important to her, for her to be so aggressive. I
would just have to let her see and then we could talk about how it is
really not a health issue. I sat up more straighter, unbuttoned the three
buttons on my shirt and pulled if off over my head. I also pulled off my
white undershirt. Dani was right. I never let her see my chest because
even though I had been like this since my teen years, I never got over
how it looked. Not only were my breasts enlarged, but the areolas and
nipples were too. So I wore at least a tee shirt all the time, and most
times, two shirts. When I finally got my shirts off, I turned so she
could see. As she saw my chest, she let out an audible gasp and then
glanced up at me.
"Oh Hank, it is worse than I even imagined. You can't just ignore this,
we have to face up to it. But the good news is we can work together to
take care of this. Once we get you fitted everything should be okay. But
I don't like how you kept this from me. We are a team and I am always
here for you, whenever you need help, okay?"
I was impressed by her level of concern, acceptance, and commitment to
me. But I was puzzled by her statement about getting fitted. What does
she mean? I'd just have to explain how this isn't a health issue.
"Dani I know I look different but it is just some extra fat and stuff.
Nothing to get worried about. I really appreciate how much you care for
me. That's one reason I love you so much, is that you'd do anything for
me. But really, it doesn't represent a safety or health issue at all.
There is nothing more that I need to do than I've done over the past
years. Okay?"
"No it is certainly not okay. It is critical that we get you fitted so
you won't have any problems. I insist on it."
"I don't understand. What do you mean by getting fitted?"
"Oh Hank, it's obvious you need to start wearing a bra. So we need to get
you measured, sized and pick out a suitable style. I started wearing a
bra not long after my nipples enlarged. Breast tissue is very susceptible
to damage. If you really are big enough, then you need the support of a
good bra. I can't believe you have gone this long without one. I just
hope you haven't damaged yourself."
"Dani that is silly. I don't need a bra. Girls are different. When they
develop, they need one to shape and support their breasts because their
breasts are more important. I mean, they need them to look good and be
ready if they want to breast feed their children. But that doesn't apply
to men. My chest is just fatter than most guys, is all."
"I don't think so. It says right here in the report that you have well
developed breast tissue, including extensive mammary glands. I mean just
look at the size of your nipples and areoles. That is not a man's chest,
you have female breasts. So you're no different than any woman and really
need to wear a proper bra. The good news is my Aunt Carol works at a
lingerie store in Midway. I can call her so we can get a private fitting.
That way, you won't be embarrassed okay?"
I shook my head no, but she had already gotten up and gone to the phone.
I felt trapped and after a quick glance down at my chest, I put my shirts
back on. I had avoided thinking about this for a long time, but now Dani
was making me face it. But I just couldn't imagine why I would need to
wear a bra. I would have to talk some sense into her about this.
Carol's cell phone rang and she was happy to hear from Dani. But as they
chatted, the expression on her face changed. First concern, then
confusion, and finally a smile. When she finished the conversation and
hung up, Carol had to chuckle to herself and shake her head. She loved
Dani but sometimes she was just kind of flaky. She insisted on dressing
like she lived in the 50s and had some odd ideas. But this might have
topped them all. Carol had met Hank many times and never noticed anything
unusual about his chest. The notion that he might actually need to wear a
woman's brassiere seemed impossible to her. I mean she knew about
gynecomastia but it was mostly an appearance issue. But she had made an
appointment for her niece and her husband. It would be at the end of the
day, so no other customers would be in the shop. She always closed up on
Saturdays, so they could take as much or as little time as needed.
The drive to store went in silence. Usually Dani would chatter on about
just about anything, but today she was quiet. I could tell this worried
her, although I had repeatedly stressed to her that my health was fine.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I was thankful that it was empty.
Still, my nerves began to get to me and I tried one more time to talk
Dani out of this silliness. But she just shook her head no, and said we
needed to follow through. Entering the store, I felt my face flush as my
embarrassment got the best of me. Carol was standing by the counter,
apparently waiting on us. She smiled when we came in.
"There you are. Dani you are always so punctual and I love that outfit.
You have the cutest taste in clothes, although I don't think I could wear
dresses like you do all the time. Hank, I'm glad you came. It will only
take a minute to check out everything and see if I can help you. I would
be surprised if this is more than just a formality. Why don't the two of
you head back to the first dressing room and Hank take off your shirt so
I can do the measurements? I'll go ahead and lock the front door since
we are closed."
I followed Dani back to the room, feeling like a condemned man walking to
the electric chair. Inside the dressing booth, I unbuttoned my shirt and
had just hung it on the hook, when Carol came in. I had been hopeful when
she said it was just a formality, but as she entered I heard a sharp
intake of breath, like she was surprised, and then a softly mumbled 'Oh
my!' But she recovered quickly, and took a cloth measuring tape out of
her pocket. She looked me straight in the eyes, as if she was trying to
reassure me.
"Okay Hank, I need you to relax, just stand up straight with your arms
hanging down. To get a proper fit, I need a couple of measurements around
your chest. The first will be a measure of your rib cage right below your
bust line. The second is similar except it is just below your armpits.
These tell me the approximate size of your chest. The third measurement
is taken around the fullest part of your bust, generally right over the
nipples. It will just take me a second, then we can talk about them,
okay?"
Carol then proceeded to measure me. It was really humiliating to have the
tape stretched around me, knowing these were only done normally for
women. Carol stood right in front of me, letting the ends of the tape
meet just to the side of my chest. Although she didn't say anything, I
could tell she was surprised when she took the last one. She had written
each number down on a small note pad. She quickly did some calculations
and circled a couple of printed numbers on the chart printed at the
bottom of the note page. When she was done, she wrote the date and my
name in the preprinted boxes at the top of the page. Dani had remained
quiet during this process, sitting on the small padded bench at the back
of the booth. When she was done with the note page, Carol turned so she
faced us both.
"Well I must say I am surprised. When you called me Dani, I thought you
must be over exaggerating Hank's condition, probably because it was
surprising to you at the time. But I think you were smart to come see me.
Hank, the process for fitting a bra includes taking the measurements of
your body as I just did. The first two are used to determine what is
called 'band size'. It is basically the circumference of your ribcage
area of the chest. We use that to select the proper size bra that will
fit comfortably around you, but be taut enough to provide support. The
last measurement is the 'bust size', or the added flesh contained in your
breasts. We take that measurement and subtract the band size from it to
get the cup size. Depending on the difference, cup sizes change. For
example, if the difference is around an inch, then the bust size is an A-
cup. Of course, these sizes can change as a woman ages, loses weight,
gets pregnant, or even goes through her monthly cycle. So they aren't set
in stone. Also, each bra style is made slightly different, so she may
need a slightly different size for different bras. So please take these
with a grain of salt. Normally we suggest a woman get fitted every so
often. We fill out a card like this to track changes, so she can see her
bra history so to speak. There is a space below we can fill in with the
brand, model, and size when she buys a new one."
Dani had remained quiet but very focused on her as Carol talked. Finally,
she spoke up in her soft voice.
"So Carol, what size is he? Are you saying he is an A-cup?"
"No, he's not an A. But to be honest, I've never measured a male for a
bra. There could be differences since men have more muscle mass, wider
ribs cages, and bigger bones. But if we use the guidelines shown here,
then he would wear a 36-C bra."
I felt my face flush again, as I blushed at hearing the number. I didn't
know a lot about bra sizes, or anything, but I knew Dani's size since I
had bought her some sexy lingerie before. She was just a 32-A. Maybe the
bigger band made the cup bigger?
"Carol, that can't be right. That would mean I'm bigger than Dani. Are
you sure that measurement works for men?"
"Hank, don't be silly. Carol is a professional and knows what she is
doing. If she says that is your bra size, then that is it. Plus, you do
look pretty big to me too."
"Okay, I admit your measurements are larger than I expected and as I said
before, I have to confess you are the only man I have fitted, so there
may be a difference. But the good thing is, we can try on a few styles to
see if you indeed need that size. Why don't I just go get a few choices
and we can try them on to see?"
"Of course, that sounds like the best approach. I mean sometimes a
smaller band and a bigger cup with padding in certain bra styles fits me
better than my regular size. The numbers are just a guide so we have an
idea where to start, right Carol? Hank, you wait here and we will go pick
out a few bras for you to try."
The women left the dressing room and I sat down on the bench to wait. I
had to admit I was feeling a bit woozy, as this had my head spinning. I
just couldn't believe I wore such a big bra size. Even if it was real, I
had gone practically my whole adult life like this, and I just couldn't
see why I would need one at this point. So I sat there just trying to
think about how to convince them I was okay as I was. Finally, they
returned. Carol was carrying a couple of bras in her hands and Dani had
one as well. Carol's bras were rather plain looking, one white and one
tan. Dani's was a bit fancier, being a pale peach with just a hint of
lace around the cup. Carol stepped in front of me, and motioned for me to
stand up.
"Hank I want you to try these two styles, as they are among the most
popular ones we sell. The first is wireless, which is usually more
comfortable but may not offer enough support for you. Let me slip the
straps over your arms then turn around so I can hook it up."
I did as she asked, and as she tightened the band to hook it I felt the
pressure from the garment. Carol had me bend over a bit and then she
adjusted the cups so my breasts were fully contained by the fabric. As I
straightened back up and looked in the mirror, I felt like I was going to
vomit. I could see how the bra made my chest look just like a woman's.
The way the cups held me, it seemed like I was projecting much more than
I had ever done before. This seemed to be making it even worse. Carol
and Dani both examined me, with Dani running her hand lightly over my
breast cupped in the bra. They looked at each other, as if exchanging
information.
"It doesn't quite seem to give enough support, does it? I mean, his
breasts seem to be sagging a bit to me."
"I agree Dani, it may just be the band or straps are too loose, but let's
try the underwire style first. I know most women with larger breasts need
the added support."
Dani moved behind me and unclasped the bra. I slid it down my arms, where
Carol took it. She quickly replaced it with the tan bra. As they fit it
around me I could immediately feel a hardness under the cups. Looking in
the mirror, I saw a raised seam in a semi-circle that ran under each cup.
This must be the wire Carol had mentioned. Again, she fastened the bra
hooks, had me lean forward to adjust my breasts into the cups, and I
straightened up as before. This one looked even worse to me. I now had
full, rounded breasts held up level and projecting forward. There was
even a small crease between them, I guess it was cleavage. I looked over
at Dani to see what she thought. I cringed as I saw a big smile on her
face.
"That looks much better. They seem to be fully supported and held in
place."
"Yes, you're right. The fit is better. There isn't any wrinkling of the
fabric in the cups, and no gap under the band. I don't even think I need
to adjust his straps. He definitely will need an underwire style for his
bras. What do you think Hank? Does it feel natural?"
I wanted to scream at Carol. Of course it doesn't feel natural. The band
felt like I was being softly hugged but constantly and unrelentingly. The
cups made me feel as if someone was holding my chest, while the underwire
exerted a steady pressure, similar to a nurse pressing her fingers on
your wrist to take your pulse. But I couldn't be rude, I mean it wasn't
Carol's fault.
"I guess it feels okay. It just seems to make things look worse. I mean,
without one I look flatter, flabby in a fat way, but not sticking out so
much. The bra seems to just highlight them. But I still don't know why I
need to wear one. Why is it so important to wear a bra anyway? I'm still
a guy. Breasts are women's things."
Dani came up and put her arm around my shoulders and leaned in a bit
closer to me. She gave me a light squeeze, looked quickly at Carol and
then back to me.
"Hank honey, I know it seems unnatural to you, but it really is
necessary. Bras provide support to the breast tissue, so they don't
stretch or get saggy. The mammary glands need to be held so they aren't
damaged. Some people even think that breast cancer is more likely if
there is too much stretching or jostling. I mean haven't you felt them
bounce around or sway when you run or move? I would think having your
breasts stay put would feel much better than letting them hang loose like
that. I think it just because wearing a bra is so new to you now. Once
you've worn one for a while, you'll wonder why you ever waited so long to
get one. Believe me, you'll see that it won't be long until you don't
notice them at all."
"Dani's right Hank. Women your size definitely need to wear a bra for
both health and appearance issues. Of course, girls get used to wearing
them as teens, and usually start before they are fully developed. So they
naturally adjust to the idea of wearing a bra all the time. You just feel
strange about it because they are a new experience."
"No, it's more than that. Guys just don't wear them. I know lots of fat
guys with boobs and t-shirts are just fine for them. I don't see why I'm
any different."
"Well you're not fat. Your stomach is lean and flat, like you are twenty
years old. You just have to admit you have breasts. The doctor's report
says as much. Just because you need a bra doesn't change who you are.
Okay? Tell you what, try this one on for me. It's my favorite bra style,
just in your size. I think you'll like it as much as I do."
Dani dismissed my concerns and had me try on her bra style. I cringed
when I saw the color and lace on my body, but it did fit. She insisted I
wear it home and she bought the tan one in the other style as well. I
just shook my head at what was happening to me, but went along just so we
could leave. The rest of the weekend, Dani made sure I wore them. I had
to admit after a few hours I got used to it and forgot I was wearing one.
In fact, it was nice that the bra kept me from bouncing when I moved and
I liked being able to go with just one shirt, cooler and more
comfortable. But when I went to work on Monday, I left them at home. I
decided wearing one at home would be enough. I was sure that would be
acceptable. I found out differently when I got home. Dani was standing in
the living room, holding one of my bras, her arms crossed. I noticed
right away that there was no smell indicating she was cooking dinner and
even more surprising she was wearing a plain top, jeans and sandals.
"Hank Thomas Sandifer. What do you think you are doing? You know you need
a bra for support, so why did you think it was okay to go to work today
without one?"
Surprisingly, I stammered when I tried to answer and my voice found it's
naturally high range. I was always in control when we talked and had
cultivated an ability to speak only in the lower register of my vocal
range, but now her aggressiveness was throwing me a curve. I finally
managed to squeak out a reply.
"Sorry honey, I just thought this was something I only needed to do at
home. I guess I feel embarrassed having to wear one."
"Well you will just have to get used to it. Now go into the bedroom, put
on your bra and meet me back here. We are going out to eat tonight."
Her pronouncement was different in many ways, but mostly because she
never suggested we go out to eat, nor gave me any orders. I reluctantly
did as she said. We ate at a local diner and I felt nervous the whole
time. It was so awkward wearing a bra, both because it was something men
just didn't do and the garment highlighted the size of my breasts. I told
her I would do as she asked. But the next day, I just couldn't bring
myself to wear it to work. For the next week or so, we went back and
forth on this. Even when she pushed I just wouldn't do it. I had finally
decided to stand up for myself. The next week I stopped wearing one at
home. I just didn't think I needed it. But Dani was not happy about my
refusal at all. Her frustration led her to call her Aunt for advice.
"Hello Carol, I need to talk about Hank. He just won't wear his bra like
he should. I've argued and argued with him. At first he refused to wear
them when he went to work or run errands, but now he's even stopped
wearing one at home. He keeps saying that it is unnecessary. What can I
do?"
"Dani, I guess I'm not surprised. Most men would act the same, but few
men have the kind of problem Hank does. We are just going to have to up
the ante for him. Make it so, he will be glad to just wear a plain bra
for support. I want you to do a few things for me. First, we need to
alter his perception of himself a bit. He needs to see his breasts like a
woman would. I'm sure if he saw a woman with breasts the size of his,
then he wouldn't be surprised to see her wear a bra. He just won't admit
how big they really are. So we are going to bring that perception to him.
Our goal will be to strip away any doubt of how they really look. That
means we need to remove the hair from his chest, and it probably would be
best to include his underarm hair too. I want him smooth. Then we will
fit him with a few very sexy bras. Bras that are very feminine and
preferably ones that accentuate his breasts. I know a couple of push-up
and sheer cup styles that will leave no doubt about how busty he really
is. Once we have him in sexy bras, we will pair that with low cut tops,
women's blouses, something definitely tight and curve hugging. I want him
to see that if we wanted to embarrass him, it would be easy to do. Once
you insist he wear those around the house, and threaten to make him wear
them in public too, then the idea of a plain bra for support will be an
easy sell."
"But if I can't get him to wear a plain one now, how can I get him to
shave or wear a sexy bra?"
"Well Dani, I think you just have to play unfair. I know men, even men
who've been married a while, still are driven by sex and attraction to a
pretty women. You constantly provide him erotic stimulation by the way
you look, dress, and move. I want you to accentuate your appearance even
more. Wear your sexiest clothes and act that way too. But now instead of
satisfying that desire, you refuse him. Make him realize that he will
have to compromise to get any sex from you. I know it seems devious, but
we both know it is for his own good."
"I guess I can do that. I really want to help him."
"Good. Also, stop doing everything for him. Don't make him dinner, or do
his laundry. And make it clear that he will have to follow your requests
if he wants to get back in your good graces. Hank needs to understand
that perhaps for the first time in your marriage, that he will need to
listen to you. Emphasize that this is for his own good and that if he
follows your requests then everything will be fine."
Given her Aunt's advice, Dani decided she needed a plan. A plan to make
Hank learn his lesson.
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