Robin goes bra shopping

"Jesus, what am I doing?" Robin asked themself, holding the bras close to their chest.

They nearly sprinted into the changing room, locking the door behind them as they did. Robin was at the end of their rope. They had tried every shop they could think of that could possibly carry something that could remove the breast forms accidentally stuck on their chest. The best they found at the pharmacy was a small bottle of medical solvent for removing adhesive from dermal patches, but it wasn't strong enough. The hardware store only resulted in gum remover that started to irritate their skin. Robin even ventured into an adult novelty store but left empty handed and red faced. After all the failed attempts, Robin returned to the bouquet that they were no longer a stranger to.

Breathing heavily, Robin dropped the assorted pile of lingerie onto the small bench, then pulled off their oversized hoodie and the t-shirt underneath. Robin stared at their reflection in the mirror, seeing the forms look absurdly natural as they rose and fell with every breath. The thought of whether they could look even better if they used their makeup to blend the seams popped into their head, but Robin shook it away.

"Okay. Okay, focus," Robin muttered, grabbing the tightest looking sports bra from the pile.

They pulled the black racerback over their head and fought to get it into place. The compression was immediate and intense, causing Robin to wince. Adjusting the straps didn't help much with the discomfort, but it did flatten the silicone down somewhat. While they didn't protrude as much, the mass had to go somewhere, however. The tight fabric pushed the forms together into a distinct cleavage that the neckline barely contained.

"No, no, that makes it worse," Robin groaned, pulling the sports bra off with some difficulty before tossing it aside.

Next, they tried a beige minimizer bra, but when Robin got it into place, they stared at the mirror. Instead of hiding anything, the bra lifted and shaped the forms weirdly well. The sheer femininity of the reflection made Robin’s face feel warm.

"You know, it's kind of silly to keep feeling so embarrassed considering everything else I've been wearing...this is pretty tame," they reassured themself.

After a moment of consideration, curiosity got the better of Robin, and they shimmied out of their jeans and shoes. They stood in just the bra, their own grey panties, and pink socks, contemplating their appearance, and frowned.

Robin unhooked the beige minimizer and put it back on the bench. The heavy silicone forms settled back against their chest, tugging the skin as they settled. Robin dug through the tangled pile of lingerie on the bench and pulled out a simple grey underwire bra, a pretty close match for the grey panties they already wore.

They slipped their arms through the thin straps, placed the forms into the cups, then attempted fasten the hooks. After failing a few times, Robin eventually put the bra on backward and then turned it to get it into place. Robin was fiddling with the straps when they looked in the mirror again.

The underwire hugged their ribcage securely, supporting the weight of the silicone and taking the strain off their skin. The grey cups molded over the forms, creating a smooth, natural shape. Robin shifted their weight to one hip. They reached up and pushed a strand of long, brown hair behind their ear as they turned slightly to check their profile in the glass. Robin wondered when they started smiling.

"I should probably get one without shoulder straps to wear with the dress, since I'm already here," they grinned.