The request made me a uncomfortable, even though I've never had problems with presenting myself topless in public as a man. I guessed it was an instinct which came build-in in this body of a female raised in a western culture.
But there was more to it than just that. The text wasn't really a request - it was a statement. A command followed by an expression of a selfish want. There was no space for discussion there.
I closed the laptop once again and stood up in front of the mirror once again. I looked at the girl in front of me. She was wearing a sundress but there was four straps on her shoulders instead of two - the extra pair coming from her bra.
"They don't match anyway." I tried to convince myself taking the feminine garment was a good idea. "Besides, I was just about to undress and explore this body anyway, wasn't I?"
Justifying Daniel's request wasn't difficult but I knew, at the back of my mind, that even if I didn't have those reasons to loose the bra, I probably would anyway. I mean, if I didn't, I wouldn't even know how to begin explaining my lack of respect for his needs...
First I tried removing the dress through my head but after fighting with the material for a bit I gave up. I mean, this was the first time ever I had to take of a dress from myself, and the bloody thing fit like nothing I ever wore before. So then I tried slipping the dress straps off my shoulders and sliding the dress down. That went better until I tried to slide it down my hips. I wasn't particularly curvy, but the dress did fit very snugly against my waist and the fabric didn't seem stretchy enough to be able to squeezing past my pelvis.
I looked at the girl in the mirror once again. Now the dress was pooled around her waist just enough to expose her (very cute) navel centered on a small tummy. I briefly thought that it'd be a perfect place for a subtle piercing, should Daniel like the idea, which was weird, because I never particularly liked piercings before. Also, since when was this almost-stranger's opinion an important factor in a decision as personal as getting a piercing? I didn't dwell on the thought for too long as my gaze moved up.
My ribcage wasn't much wider than my waist, not really a surprising thing as I chose my weight to be around 90lbs. A simple beige bra adorned my chest, sticking out maybe like an inch and a half. I guess I didn't really need to fully take my dress off to remove the bra.
I reached behind my back and undone the band. It wasn't as difficult as I expected it to be. The straps slid off my shoulders and off went the brassiere.
My breasts (the thought still sounded foreign in my head) looked different that I expected. It seemed like a fair amount of the volume filling the front of my dress a couple minutes ago came from the spongy padding installed in my bra. Looking down at my chest, the first thing I saw was two quite pink and very puffy areolas with pencil-eraser-sized nipples on the top. They were raised slightly from my chest by two very modest pillows of boob flesh. I poked the soft skin just next to my areola and didn't experience very much resistance before my finger hit my rib. Then I gently touched one of my nipples. They were more sensitive than the skin around them but not anything more than that. It wasn't sexual in any way, just more sensitive. I knew that if I pinched them even slightly it might hurt.
Inspecting the bra provided me with a measurement: 26A. My ex-girlfriend once lectured me in what bra sizes mean, so I knew that the number was the circumference of my chest just underneath mt breasts. 26 inches didn't seem like very much, especially knowing that most girls I've been with claimed to be sizes such as 32C, 34B, 32D or 36B. The letter following the number signified the volume of the breast, somehow relating to the band size. Anyway, in my case, it meant definitely 'small'.
Seeing and touching my chest was a weird feeling. I was attracted to the girl I saw in the mirror, even though her breasts were much smaller than I liked. However, that attraction, was only a rational response of my still-male mind. I appreciated the smallness of her waist and two kissable nipples on her chest but I did not feel my body respond with arousal. I did not expect attraction without arousal is possible but there I was.
The phone buzzed on the desk, where I left it, stopping my train of though.
"I'm here. Come downstairs." read the text.
I put the straps of the sundress back to my shoulders. In the mirror I saw the lack of bra was very visible. My top was much less full but the puffy shape of my nipples was clearly visible. How embarrassing.