More than a bra

Robin's heels clicked on the sidewalk as they walked toward the door of their apartment, shopping bags swinging lightly from each hand. Their lips, coated with a new gloss, smiled at the sound their new shoes made, wondering why it took them so long to buy a pair.

The day had started with a mission to remove their breast forms, but that was a thought long since forgotten. Instead of that distress, their mind was filled with the sensation of their skirt dancing around their knees, which was charcoal grey and was paired with a cream blouse that had a little ruffle along the collar. The hairband matched as best as Robin could manage, and the tights felt so nice against the skirt.

Robin fished out their keys, humming to themselves, still buzzing from how good they felt in their own skin for what felt like the first time in a long time. They reminded themselves that they really needed to cut back on all their spending, as they pushed through the front door.

"Hey," John said from the couch, not looking up from his phone.

"Hey," Robin replied easily, setting the bags down behind John.

"Good day?" John asked, still scrolling.

"Really good, actually," Robin said as they sat on the arm of the couch near John.

John didn't look up and simply replied, "That's good to hear."

Robin looked at John's thumb as he swiped the screen to the next video in his feed. Robin couldn't help but notice how strong those hands looked as they played with their hair.

When Robin realized they were breathing a little deeper, they got up and told themself, "Girl, you need to relax."

Robin walked back over and bent down to grab the bags and smiled again at how cute she felt her legs looked in the skirt and tights. The stray hair she had been playing with tickled her chest, but when she tried to move it, her breath caught in her throat.

The alien feeling of silicone along her had made the world come crashing down around her. It wasn't right. The artificial texture reminded him that he had completely failed at fixing his mistake and, for some reason, bought a bunch of girly bullshit.

He wanted to bolt and dash straight to his room, but **** his shaking hands to quietly pick up the shopping bags. Slowly, Robin walked towards his room, desperately trying to make sure the heels of his cute boots didn't click too loudly.

He heard John start to turn, "So what did you get while you were out?"

When John finally turned to look at Robin, he just saw the charcoal grey fabric flow into Robin's room and the door close after it.