It was one of those days were my girls and I needed a little lift. We had been feeling a bit frumpy and I knew it was time to update my wardrobe. I headed to the mall armed with my budget and one eye out for pretty sundresses.
It was with luck I remembered to wear my favorite bra! The girls stood at attention as I tried on a very pretty dress for a mighty fine price. I scooped it up and went on my merry way.
I was having such great luck and it seemed that the shopping gods were smiling down at me. I decided to treat my girls to a sexy new pick-me up for all of their hard work. I sauntered into Victoria’s Secret admiring all of the lovely things. It was there I saw sparkly pink lace push-up bra and it called out my name…
It was love at first sight! I knew Queen B and I we were destined to be together. It was just the coy look she gave me with the promise to keep my girls in place.
That was until the assistant walked up to me and I asked,
“Excuse me do you have this in a C-36?”
She gave me a once over with her peering eyes and asked,
“Are you sure you are a c-cup?”
My face went red. My mind was racing. Wondering what other cup would I be? I mumbled, “Errr!Yes.”
Her tone changed not believing that I was a C-Cup and once again assessed my breasts then sternly looking me in the eye,
“Do you have any of our bras?”
I looked at my breasts and looked her straight in the eye,
“Yes. And it’s a C cup.”
Her tone went shrill,
“Are you sure you are not a D?”
I started to sweat, I was failing all of the answers, all I wanted to do was try on the damn bra!
“I’m very sure. I’m not a D.”
My face was getting red! My mind raced – why was this woman questioning my breast size? I didn’t need to be reminded that I was endowed. But I have never been a D cup.
Her beady eyes peering close into my face. I was waiting for her to pull-out the strap and instigate some form of torture.
“How do you know?”
I felt the palms of my hands sweating, my ears were burning, the people around us were looking. I was beginning to feel dizzy. I wanted to make sure I gave the right answer. It was then Queen B gave me a look, her sparkles began to twinkle, and I took a deep breath,
“I know because I’m wearing that bra right there at this current moment. And the last time I checked it was a C cup.”
She looked across the store, observed the bra I was pointing at, and let out a long sigh! A sign of relief then crossed her face, and with a smile she exclaimed,
“Oh! That explains it then it’s the miraculous push-up! It gives you the appearance of the extra size. And pushes them up!”
It was with that she went, to search for the elusive c-cup. I always knew my bra size. I just didn’t know I would have to go to great lengths to prove it.
In the end Queen B and I were destined to be together living happily ever after… Not even the C Cup Inquisition could stop us!
Have you ever been given the third degree? What was your worst shopping experience?