After one paper I stopped at one of the neighbourhood shopping centres on the way home and removed my bra. I was wearing a dark blue top with dark floral prints and jeans. I like the freedom and comfort of being able to go braless, and I appreciate this freedom all the more during exam times.
One day I was digging through my old clothes when I should have been studying for exams and found this top. It's loose and dark coloured so the shape of my breasts is not so noticable when they move. It's cut so that just a little bit of my cleavage can be seen when I'm wearing a bra underneath. You almost won't see them without that support so it's not really obvious that I'm braless, but you can still tell if you look carefully, as you will see later.
It was still early when I reached the shopping centre and there were not a lot of people. I walked around for a while enjoying the braless feeling. I have decided that I will stroll around until the lunch time crowd comes in and I will leave if I start to feel unsafe. It was mostly ok until I went to try on a top I saw. The aircon in the fitting room was cold and I left it with my nipples standing. I had to go buy some nipple stickers and go stick them on in the toilet. Some guys seem to have noticed along the way and looked more than they usually did, but that is still ok. The creepy part was when I noticed one guy hanging around the toilets and then following me when I came out. I remember seeing him in Watsons! I think he was stalking me! And he was looking at my chest when I came out. The nipple tapes I put on helped make it less obvious, but I think he knows that I'm still braless.
I went to another fashion shop and hung around for a while until he went off before I came out again. I think he's harmless, but it's kind of irritating and I would have been worried if he follows me to the MRT station. But since I lost him, I felt that it was ok for me to have my lunch there. KFC! Eating with my hands oily, I was glad he did not come back. I felt bold and took the train all the way home and wore back my bra only when I alighted at my station. Got to wear it back, can't go home without it. But I think I can get away without a bra. It depends on what I wear and what I do. Need to walk a little slower so the movements are less obvious and nipple tapes help cover up when I get cold or aroused.
Tuesday, 28 November 2006
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