Ami, 29 Years Old, Librarian

Ami is glad to have found a seat on this morning's train.

Even before she left the house, she had been forced to make peace with the fact that everyone around her was going to be able to cast their eyes on her massive cleavage, held up precariously by the single button on her new slightly-too-small blazer. She knew that everyone was going to be able to tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, by the way that the special fabric clings tightly to every nook and crevice on her skin, and perfectly translates the bumps of her nipples to the front of the fabric.

She is glad to have found a seat, because, with the blazer now able to cover half of the slit in her skirt, perhaps enough of the side of her hip is covered for people to not be able to tell that she isn't wearing panties either.