To a bra fitting (by Vanilla Thunder)

The car pulled up in front of what looked like a rather high-end store, the sign proclaiming that it was Angela's Boutique. Before Jamiehad registered anything, the door to the car opens and a hand helped him out.

"Thank you!" a voice said to the driver, before shutting the door.

The driver waved and drove off as Steve turned to see who had helped him, another woman, presumably the friend of the woman he had met at the gym.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Angela. My friend told me all about the day you've had, I don't want you to worry about a thing, hon." the woman said. "What's your name?"

"Jamie." he tried to reply, but Angela didn't understand. After a few tries, he pulled out the phone and typed Jamie into the notepad. He hit enter and turned it to Angela.

"Oh! Got it." she exclaimed.

Jamie smiled weakly and was led into the store. It was just as nice on the inside as the outside made it out to be. Jamie walked through racks of clothing, following the woman until he got to a back room that was separated from the rest of the store by a curtain. There was a platform and three angled mirrors.

Angela led Jamie up to the platform and he stepped onto it. Angela pulled out a measuring tape and turned to Jamie.

"Okay, strip." she said.

"What?" Jamie asked. He couldn't strip! He didn't have any underwear! "I don't... I don't have..."

"Oh! I'm so sorry, of course! She said that everything was destroyed but I figured you at least had... never mind." Angela said. "Give me a minute."

She rushed out of the room and came back with a small bundle of cloth.

"I'll go outside for a minute while you change." she said.

Jamie unfurled the cloth to find a pair of red underwear. Panties, but at this point, he was willing to put up with it. He pulled them on over the shoes and Angela returned.

"Okay, now strip and I can measure you." Angela said.

Jamie had never stripped to pick out clothes, but this place was high-end, maybe she needed exact measurements. Can't just go medium or large, it's gotta be perfect. Plus, it would be nice to get out of the dress, the chafing on the chest was getting worse. He pulled off the dress and stood straight, as Angela measured.

Looking in the mirror, he was a sight. His hair was clean, but it hadn't been brushed since the wash, and needed to be fixed, and his chest was very raised. What struck Jamie as odd was how much time she was spending on measuring the chest area. Sure, that was important, but she barely focused on anything else. Thankfully, she didn't comment on the swelling, though, so it can't look that bad.

Angela didn't say much while measuring, being focused on it, but she did mutter a few things that Jamie didn't quite understand or catch entirely.

"Hmm... not all the way yet. Might need a little space for them to grow." Angela muttered.

Once Angela finished, she left the room again and Jamie was able to sit down in a chair. He glanced at the phone, which buzzed with another message from Mark.

"I'll meet you outside the restaurant, sending the address to your phone now." Mark texted.

"Great!" Jamie thought. "Now he could quickly go there, return the phone and Mark could hopefully direct him to the phone's owner and his phone. The faster this was over with the better.

"Awesome! Can't wait! *Heart**Heart**Heart* " Jamie replied. Jamie couldn't think of a better way to detail his elation.

That was when Angela returned holding something red. Jamie returned to the platform as Angela placed it onto his chest and attached it around his back. It wasn't quite a shirt, it was... a bra? Jamie didn't understand understand why until he realized that the material was so soft, it was preventing the chafing on his swelling chest.

"What do you think?" Angela asked.

"I love it." Jamie replied softly.

"I'm glad. Consider it on the house." Angela replied as she helped Jamie back into the dress. He was confused.

"What about..." Jamie meant to motion at the dress, but motioned at his entire body.

Angela looked at the poor girl, her hair all tangled and half-dried, she supposed it was a natural day with the lack of makeup, and her dirty and ragged nails. And then she had a really good idea.