Go to Lululemon

I walked into lululemon and began scanning through the aisles, when I realized that I didn’t even know her size. I confidently walked over to one of the female employees to ask her for some help and said,

“Hi, I was wondering if you could assist me, I recently lost a lot of weight and need to get some new clothes, can you help me?”

She politely responded, “Sure no problem, what size were you before? An 8, or maybe a 10”

Shit, I though, I didn’t even think out what size mom was beforehand, hell, I don’t even know how women’s clothing sizes work.

I quickly and say, “I was a medium, but I’m not sure if I’m a small now but I still want to get new clothes since I feel like a new person.”

“For sure,” the lady replied, “I get it, by the way my name is Becca.”

She then grabbed a bun of leggings, sport bras, and tops in a couple different sizes and led me to one of the change rooms and hung the large selection of clothes on the hooks.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” said Becca as she walked out and closed the door behind her.

I politely replied before she left,

“Thank you so much Becca, I will definitely take you up on it if need be.”

I walked over and locked the door, before stripping out of my clothes taking note of the lacy burgundy panties my mom chose to wear that day. As I picked up each pair of leggings, I started to notice the that they didn’t only vary in colour, size and length, but also texture and sowing patterns. As I pulled up the first pair of leggings, I felt the material slide up my legs and I couldn’t help myself from getting giddy. See, no matter what everything I did as my mom made me feel scandalous and would get me turned on, even doing the most basic things as a woman would bring me pleasure. After finding my size in bottoms, I began working on sports bras. This was a different ballgame. After trying on the first pair, it felt like my boobs were getting crushed. I had to quickly google what a proper fitting sports bra should feel like before I could determine the correct size.

Once I finished figuring out my size I got redressed and was startled by a knock on the door by Becca who had returned to check in on me.

“Is everything alright, can I get help you or get you anything?”

“I’m alright but thank you for helping me find my correct size.” I replied.

I returned to the women’s section and picked out a loose fitting dark purple tank top, a black pair of high-waisted leggings, as well as a low cut ¾ length one in navy. I then grabbed a matching pair of short shorts and bralette in and olive colour as well as a basic black sports bra.

When I got to the counter to pay, Becca was waiting there and smiled,

“Wow, that a lot of stuff, got everything you need?”

I cooly responded, “I’m investing in my new self. Plus, since I’m spending all this money it will **** me to exercise and use the clothes.”

Becca laughed, and before she could tell me the total, I confidently pulled out my credit card and paid for everything. Becca handed me the bag of clothes with the receipt and wished me farewell with a smile as I walked out of the store.

I felt like a celebrity in my mom’s body, the looks from staring at me and checking me out made me feel like butterflies were inside me.

I quickly jumped into a shoe store to grab a pair of running shoes, as tempting as it was to try on different types of shoes, I didn’t want to embarrass myself in public by falling over in a pair of heels, maybe a different day. I found my mom’s shoe size inside one of her shoes and bought a pair of fashionable pair of white sneakers in her size.