LOOK AT MY BREASTS!!!

I just read my first comment ever (Thanks so much!) and if one person has read this blog, that makes my stories worthwhile, which is great, because I have another one:

Today, I went to Lane Bryant for the first time in about eight years. I really hadn't planned on buying anything, but the bras were on sale and you know how that is... Unless you don't need bras. Whatever.

Anyway, I bought two and immediately went to a dressing room to put one on.

It. Was. Amazing.

You don't understand, I have dirtymovieboobies, and they don't know how to behave in public, but this bra... wonders worked.

I was with my friend Pam, and she called over the doorway, so I opened the door, thrust my bust out and yelled "LOOK AT MY BREASTS!!! I didn't know they could DO this!!!" I flagged down a man ambling around, obviously waiting for his wife. "SIR!!! Look at my breasts!", I began to yell, when Pam hushed me for lack of modesty.

Then, basically, my genuine childish overexitement got the better of me as I proclaimed to every passing employee and female costumer "Look at my breasts!"

I don't know what's wrong with me. You'd think it was the first time I'd noticed having them, I was so psyched.

Anyway, that's my story today.