Perhaps it’s hackneyed and obvious, while the sun sets, it must also rise in the morning. Perhaps it’s a good job that it does, otherwise the Earth would freeze and we’d all be dead. Great news for vampires, but probably a downer on the rest of us. Actually, who would vampires drink? Maybe it’s best the Earth keeps on spinning after all. Now, where was I?
Earlier in the month I had visited a lingerie specialist who’s based up near Newark. Janice has visited us before the whole COVID19 fiasco and been very welcoming about supporting LGBTQ+ customers.
I turned up in Richard mode, we had a quick chat in the showroom, and then it was off for a fitting. I did bring my usual underwear and a few tops so I could see how things might change and I was glad i did as you can’t really tell how a new bra or shapewear will change the cut of your outfit.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, I was wearing the wrong size bra. It was also not quite the right band style and the cup size wasn’t making the most of what I have (or don’t have, if you catch my drift 😉). With all that in mind, things can only really improve. I should stress that these are my words and not a critique of my look by Janice. That’s not how she rolls 🙂
The idea of wearing what I had was to show how I was getting on now and what I was looking for from the fitting. Cue a quick removal of boob tape, fillets, bra, and the corset for an actual measuring. That was professional, friendly, and matter of fact. I did not feel uncomfortable at any point – despite that old devil Imposter Syndrome doing it’s best. How am I an imposter? I am a bloke who’s genderfluid being measured for a bra. No pretence here! That’s on Thursdays 😁
Long story short, I tried on three styles which gave different shapes to my body. Both bras worked with my tape + chicken fillet approach and helped give me a better shape. My ‘boobs’ were in the right place and I did not have that back fat problem that the previous (and wrong sized) bra had given me. Oh, the third bra? That was a Sloggi brand that I could use to make either of the other two lace ones more t-shirt friendly.
Yes all of those cost me more than what I’d bought previously, but these new ones fitted and gave me the right shape for my body. I don’t think you can say fairer than that. 👍 So, I went in with an illfitting 36B and left with a marvelous 38C.
Cue last Thursday evening and a vest top plus a long skirt I bought at the start of summer. I felt pretty good about things: not proud or look-at-me, but at ease with how things, and perhaps even I, had turned out.