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So, I recently went shopping for new under things to wear with my wedding dress, as it has all kinds of crazy cuts and transparencies that most things I wear don't. I went to Victoria's Secret, as I'm always comfortable in things I buy there, and they have good customer service. Plus, things I have now are... kind of tight. After wandering around trying to decide what I need with absolutely no help, one of the sale ladies finally gets a clue and comes over to ask me what I need. Conversation went a little like this...
SL: Hi! Do you need any help?
Me: YES. I need a strapless bra and possibly something to even the tone between here and here (ribcage, basically).
SL: Skintone bras don't show up.
Me: Yes they do.
SL: *exasperated sigh* Fine. This is our most expensive and frightening bra we could imagine. I'm pretty sure it's what you're looking for.
Me: Uh. What about that one that says "Strapless"?
SL: That could work. I guess.
(we wander over there)
Me: Oh hey, they have pasties. Those would work really well, if they'd support me, and they're cheap.
SL: (in a loud, clear voice, and the store is crowded) You have implants?
Translation: HEY EVERYONE. THIS CHICK HAS FAKE BOOBS.
Me: Um, no. They're real.
SL: Ha ha. So are mine.
Me: Um?
SL: So, do you know what size you are?
Me: I'm wearing a 36 C right now, but it's a little tight.
SL: (loud, again) Oh, no. You look like a double D.
Translation: OH MY GOD WHAT A COW.
Me: A what?
SL: Let me measure you. /tapemeasuregroping
Me: GEH!
SL: Okay. Yeah, you're totally a 34 DD. Here's a dressing room, I'm picking a bra for you, kthx.
Me: *whine*
SL: Here's that painful bra. Put it on right now, or I'll open then door while you're changing.
Me: *whimper* /naked!
I'd also picked out a little camisole thing that would do the ribcage covering trick. Both things were WAY WAY too small, and I'm still hurting from that bra. Really. I changed back, threw the items on the ground and left the store in a dwindling self-esteem related huff. I didn't get the crazy under things I needed, which means I have to go BACK sometime very soon. Boo hoo.
SL: Hi! Do you need any help?
Me: YES. I need a strapless bra and possibly something to even the tone between here and here (ribcage, basically).
SL: Skintone bras don't show up.
Me: Yes they do.
SL: *exasperated sigh* Fine. This is our most expensive and frightening bra we could imagine. I'm pretty sure it's what you're looking for.
Me: Uh. What about that one that says "Strapless"?
SL: That could work. I guess.
(we wander over there)
Me: Oh hey, they have pasties. Those would work really well, if they'd support me, and they're cheap.
SL: (in a loud, clear voice, and the store is crowded) You have implants?
Translation: HEY EVERYONE. THIS CHICK HAS FAKE BOOBS.
Me: Um, no. They're real.
SL: Ha ha. So are mine.
Me: Um?
SL: So, do you know what size you are?
Me: I'm wearing a 36 C right now, but it's a little tight.
SL: (loud, again) Oh, no. You look like a double D.
Translation: OH MY GOD WHAT A COW.
Me: A what?
SL: Let me measure you. /tapemeasuregroping
Me: GEH!
SL: Okay. Yeah, you're totally a 34 DD. Here's a dressing room, I'm picking a bra for you, kthx.
Me: *whine*
SL: Here's that painful bra. Put it on right now, or I'll open then door while you're changing.
Me: *whimper* /naked!
I'd also picked out a little camisole thing that would do the ribcage covering trick. Both things were WAY WAY too small, and I'm still hurting from that bra. Really. I changed back, threw the items on the ground and left the store in a dwindling self-esteem related huff. I didn't get the crazy under things I needed, which means I have to go BACK sometime very soon. Boo hoo.