Do I look different?

I went to the cafe. I had eaten there every day, and every day the same blonde man had served me.

"hello 6!" He called out when i walked in.

"Hi... i wanted to ask you something... It might sound a little strange though..." I hated how nervous I was.

"What is it?" He asked, seeming concerned.

I looked around. the cafe was crowded, so i leaned in close so no one would hear.

"Do I look any different to you?" I asked.

"nope, same red hair, same dress, same shoes!" He replied.

"No, i mean... does my body look any different?" I whispered, a little terrified someone would hear me.

"nope, same little cutie as always!" he pinched my cheek.

It took every ounce of restraint I had to not break his arm.

"What about... what about these?" I pointed at my chest, or lack there of.

"...Oh..." He said, seeming to reach some understanding. "You mean, the other day, when everyone saw you..."

"Yeah, right" I interrupted.

I hated bringing that day up, but he had said he saw me naked. He had to remember, it was pretty rare for a man to forget seeing an exposed set of 36 Cs, especially ones as nice as mine were!

"Yeah, I saw your... You know...."

"Yeah?" I pressed him.

"well, you know."

"What do you remember about them?" I demanded.

"6, this is awkward."

"Just say it!" I realized i was raising my voice.

Everyone in the cafe was staring openly.

"What's she asking about?" an old man reading his paper asked.

"She's asking about the other day, when she was naked at the meeting." An old lady said.

"Well what about it?"

"She's asking what 32 thought of her chest I think" The old woman responded.

Everyone laughed. I looked at my toes. Everyone was talking about me like I wasn't there, I hated that! Even worse, they were talking about my body!

"What's there to talk about?" Someone pipped in.

"Yeah, she doesn't have anything up there!" A young man said, drawing more laughs.

I crossed my arms over my chest and shot him a glare.

"Nothing but a pair of mosquito bites!" The old man said with a chuckle.

"I couldn't even see them, i hadn't brought binoculars!" the old hag to my right said.

"That's not true!" I said to her, realizing how childish I sounded after I spoke.

"Why were you streaking anyways? You got nothing to show anyways!" someone yelled.

That was the last straw. I ran away, pushing the blonde guy (who apparently was named 32) out of my way.

As soon as I was out of the cafe I burst into tears. I had never cried in my adult life, but I couldn't stop myself. I ran, covering my chest as I did. I used to have to wear a wire frame bra, or else my breasts would bounce while i ran. Now they barely moved, a slight ripple. I couldn't stand it!