The perfect woman, and big breasts
I showed W the draft of the dress I was making. I'd mis-sized the pattern for my pregnancy - I'm not used to working around so many curves. So I'd somehow ended up with a size 10 waist and a size 16 bosom, when it really needed to be the other way around. I'd fixed the waist so that I could get the draft dress on, but the cups were still hanging out a lot. We discussed how I needed to alter it to get the cleavage right. He said "You never know, you might grow into those".
I said "I think that growing this much would be..."
"...Awesome".
"I was thinking unlikely".
"Well, I can hope."
"What, you mean you want to have the perfect woman AND big breasts?" I paused and grinned at him at that point, expecting a return jibe about the "perfect woman" bit. But no. He got this dreamy look on his face and with a happy sigh just said "..Yeah..."
-grin-
I said "I think that growing this much would be..."
"...Awesome".
"I was thinking unlikely".
"Well, I can hope."
"What, you mean you want to have the perfect woman AND big breasts?" I paused and grinned at him at that point, expecting a return jibe about the "perfect woman" bit. But no. He got this dreamy look on his face and with a happy sigh just said "..Yeah..."
-grin-