Might as well be upfront about it...no pun intended.

Clearing my throat, I took the bra from her. "Well...first you need to get one that's in your size," I told her, examining the label on the one she was holding. ...a B-cup. "Yeah, I think this will be way too small for you." I put the bra back wondering if I was violating some taboo or something by touching it. I was basically a kid in a candy store by some people's reckoning.

Huffing, Mai crossed her arms. "Sure. Make me feel like a cow," she mumbled. Apparently she was a bit self concious about her boobs. She hadn't been before...until she mentioned that Ty Lee accidentally gave them to her. Perhaps her programming was adaptive...and that's why she's been able to keep up with the story I weaved. She was adapting her past to fit it. Nifty.

"Mai, trust me on this. This one is too small for you. Let's try...this one," I offered, plucking a D-Cup one. I wasn't sure of the actual size, just that it was in the D-cup range. I considered picking one too big or too small so it wouldn't seem like I was too...adept at figuring out a woman's bust size. Since I doubted the fit would be perfect with this one, though, I thought it would be okay.

Tilting her head, Mai sighed. "You don't expect me to disrobe right here, do you?" she asked, giving me a blankish stare that seemed to dare me to say 'yes' to that. "I pointed to the changing rooms. "You can try it on in there," I suggested.

Mai took the bra from me, holding it up in front of her. "...okay." With that, Mai headed into the changing room and went into one of the empty stalls. For a time, there was no sound. Finally, Mai called out to me. "John? Could you come in here?"