New Bras

Originally written by SpiralFelix at writing.com

Walking over to the bra department, Isabel was greeted by a cheery employee almost instantly.

"Hi miss! My name is Shelly. Can I interest you in a complimentary bra fitting today?"

"That's alright..." Isabel began to say before she was interrupted.

"Don't worry miss, it's on the house!" Shelly said as she began ushering Isabel into a small curtained room before she could protest. "Most women are currently wearing the wrong size bra and don't even know it! Now, go ahead and take off your shirt, please."

Isabel stood frozen for a moment before mentally giving in and beginning to pull her shirt up over her head.

Shelly had grabbed a tape measure and looked back to see Isabel in her blue bra. "Oh wow, yeah... That is definitely too small for you!"

"Are you sure?" Isabel asked tentatively. As if on cue, at that moment her bra clasp snapped open and the garment fell several inches down Isabel's body, almost enough to show her nipples. "Mp!" Isabel squeaked as she instinctively brought her arms up to cup her breasts.

"Haha!" Shelly laughed, "Yeah I'm pretty sure. So for an accurate measurement, we'll have to do without it." Shelly quickly grabbed the bra and tugged it off Isabel's arms before she could protest. "Don't worry, nothing I haven't seen a hundred times before." she tried to reassure Isabel.

Isabel knew she was topless in front of a complete stranger and had to seriously resist the urge to cover her breasts. Calm down. This is her JOB. She doesn't care that you're topless.

"Keep your arms up now." Shelly said as she began measuring all around under and over Isabel's breasts. It seemed to take forever to Isabel, especially when Shelly was measuring right over her nipples. Eventually she said "Okay all set." and jotted several numbers down. "Now stay right there and I'll be right back!" she said exiting the booth with Isabel's old bra and closing the curtain behind her.

Stay here? Where the heck else am I gonna go? Isabel thought to herself. She looked around for her shirt but didn't see it anywhere. Peeking just slightly out of the curtain, she noticed her black shirt was resting a few feet out of the booth. How did that happen?