Bras are for pussies... er... no, wait... Fuck. No bra. That's what.

Your teeth cling to your lower lip as the corners of your mouth raise in a grin. Fuck it. Fuck the bras. Fuck the very clear little nubs on the front of your shirt. Fuck the hints of little circles shining through the thin, white cloth of your t-shirt.

Fuck, your t-shirt says "<tits> </tits>" around them anyways. It's not like no one knows they're there.

You grab your purse and saunter out the door, braless breasts jostling lightly as you step along toward the little strip mall a few blocks down.