Sitting on the bus, Dirk watched as the buildings lazily drifted by. He was currently dressed in his girlfriends clothes, but surprisingly no one had made a single comment about how he looked like a man in drag.
After stepping out of his apartment, Dirk had decided that the mall would be the best place to try out his wish and how the people around him were affected. Shortly after coming to this conclusion, he figured that the best way to reach the mall was via the local transit and had set out to catch the nearest bus.
Started out of his thoughts, Dirk realised that his stop was approaching and reaching up, he pulled the cord to signal a stop. Exiting the bus, he made his way down the sidewalk toward the mall and stepping in, he paused. Asking himself, "Where should I go first," he began to wander. After a bit, he saw a store and deciding on a course of action, entered.
Inside, a bell announced his presence and a bored attendant glanced up from by the register. Unsure what to do, Dirk turned and began to browse a wrack that had different fashions of bras.
Suddenly embarrassed, Dirk was wondering how to exit the shop in a discreet manner when a voice asked from behind him, "First time?"
Turning his head, Dirk saw the attendant walking toward him and unsure he choose to remain silent. Indicating the bras, the attendant asked, "Is this your first time shopping for bras?"
Nodding, Dirk watched the lady approach and wondered what sort of details went into bra shopping and why it suddenly appeared that he was a first time customer. Before him, the attendant selected a bra off the rack and started to explain about how choosing the right bra was important in every young ladies life. After a bit of this, she then explained, "Our shop fits bras for free and first time customers get half off their order. If you want, I can help in getting your proper measurements and figuring out what sort of bra would work well."
Embarrassed even more, Dirk wondered what this woman would say if she really knew that he was a man in drag and that what looked like were breast where actually a pair of inserts. "Do you want to attempt to measure yourself, maybe?" The attendant asked and Dirk shook his head, deciding to go along with everything.
Before him the attendant made a motion with her hand and the said, "I'm Vicky, by the way."
Nodding, Dirk thought fast and then after moment replied, "Erica," and began walking in the direction the attendant indicated...which was deeper into the store and toward several changing stalls.
Walking toward the rooms, Dirk listened intently to Vicky as she explained several more things about bras and first time users. Inside the changing rooms, Vicky quietly said, "Erica, I need you to remove your shirt so that I can get your proper measurements."
Nodding, Dirk reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to get this over and hoping that this wouldn't end with him being chucked in prison. Taking off the blouse, he then reached down and slowly began to pull up on the bottom of the tank-top, sure that at any moment the inserts would fall out.
And the tank top was over his head and a cool breeze could be felt against his body. Before him, Vicky was saying, "Erica, I need you to keep your hands and arms up just for a moment while I take these measurements."
As something was pressed against his body, which for some reason felt off, Dirk was suddenly aware that he was forcing his eyes closed. Hesitantly, he opened them and peered forward.
In front of him, Vicky was doing something with a cloth tape measure and a clip board. Next to her was a mirror and it was what was reflected that really caught Dirk's attention. Peering into the reflective surface, Dirk saw not a man in drag, but something that looked both slightly masculine and slightly feminine.
But what really caught his eye was how pronounced his chest suddenly was. Slight lumps, areola a bit bigger, nipples erect, Dirk realised that what he was looking at was the begins of a set of breasts.
"About how old are you, Erica," Vicky asked, distracting Dirk from his thoughts about the fact that his arms were thinner, what hair he did have on his chest and underarms was gone and that his stomach was completely flat and his whole torso section...except for his nipples and the surrounding area...was now milky white.
Gulping, Dirk said the fist number that came to mind as he told the attendant, "I'm eleven ma'am."
Nodding, Vicky went back to her clipboard and several minutes later Dirk was given more instructions about how he should hold his arms. And then, what seemed like a half hour later, Dirk was told he had a AA 16 bra size and was ready to make his purchase.
Afterword, never once questioning where the money for his purchases came from, Dirk stood outside the shoppe. Inside a bag were twelve bras that fastened in the front, but had no uncomfortable under-wire or plastic under the cups. Standing in front of the store, Dirk wondered what had just happened, but at the same time where he should go next. After a moment, he made his decision.