“Ahn… no… not there… mmph!!” As I was getting caressed all over by Angie, I couldn’t resist from letting out moans of ecstasy. A girl’s body sure is sensitive. The tingling sensation from getting touched is uncomfortable, but at the same time, it was stimulating.
“S-stop moaning like that! Even I’m getting embarrassed!” Angie blushed as she reprimanded me, but her magic hands continued to to caress my breasts. Ahn… it feels so good… NO! NOT THAT!!
How do we get into such a situation? Let’s turn time back a little;
When I finally arrived at the lingerie store, Angie congratulated me and offered to take my measurements for me. At first, I didn’t quite get what she was getting at, but after thinking about it for a while, I got flustered and tried to find an excuse to run away.
However, before I could say anything. Angie started by saying, “What… after overcoming the horde of girls, are you still afraid of them?”
“Hm?” When she said that, I lifted my line of sight to look at Angie doubtfully. Did she try to make me overcome my fear by turning herself into the villain? Could this be the so-called tough love?
With such an optimistic thinking, a smile bloomed on my face and I involuntarily thanked Angie with a bright smile, “Thanks Angie.”
Angie immediately turned her head sideways and crossed her arms before letting out a humph, “Hmph, I don’t know what you’re thanking me for.”
Just vaguely, I could see a slight blush on Angie’s face. She might be surprisingly kind. Could she be the so-called ‘tsundere’ ⌈1⌋? Before long, Angie turned her body to the other side and urged, “Come on, we’re going in!”
With that, I followed Angie into the lingerie store. I was quite nervous and didn’t know where to look, so I only fixed my gaze on Angie’s back as we walked.
As we got to the fitting room, Angie immediately demanded me to take off my clothes. Of course, I was a little reluctant at first, but after Angie said, “If you don’t take them off now, I’ll strip you forcefully,” I immediately took them off myself.
I couldn’t help but think, “Isn’t the situation reversed now? Is this karma for stripping off Albert earlier?!” However, I was just thinking too much. Even if ‘that’ didn’t happen, this turn of event is still unavoidable.
While Angie was measuring my cup size, she taught me the basics,
“It is impossible to get the proper measurements with any clothes on. You have to go braless or wear a non-padded bra.
First, measure around the bottom of the band, directly under your bust. The measuring tape should be level and very snug. Round to the nearest whole number. If the number is even, add four inches. If it’s odd, add five. Your band size is the sum of this calculation. So if you measured 32 inches, your band size is 36. If you measured 33 inches, your band size is 38.
Next, wrap the measuring tape somewhat loosely around the fullest part of your chest, normally at the nipple level. Round to the nearest whole number.
Lastly, subtract your band size from your bust measurement and refer to chart. Example: 37 inches (bust) – 34 inches (band) = 3 inches. That’s a 34C… It’s surprisingly big…” ⌈2⌋
After the measurement was done, Angie offered an unnecessary remark and went to find a few bras about the size of 34C.
When Angie returned with the bras and saw how I put them on, she immediately face-palmed and shook her head. And that’s how it led to the current situation. As Angie taught me how to put on the bra, she inevitably had to touch my breasts.
Angie couldn’t watch on anymore and let out a breath, “Sigh… That’s not how you put on a bra… Bend forward at the waist, then slip on the bra and hook it. This ensures your breasts are completely in the cups.”
I listened to her advice and did as instructed. After the bra is hooked, Angie got behind me and said, “Excuse me,” as she stick her hand in between the bra and my breasts to ensure they are completely in the cups.
Normally, if this happened in my previous life, I would have counterattacked immediately. But this time, instead of fighting back, I let out a girly shriek and endured it. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve changed since turning into a girl or if it’s because I knew this was bound to happen so I didn’t resist, but I’m pretty sure it’s the latter.
Regardless, what I’ve learned after I became a girl was that; it sure is tiring being a girl. Every morning when I got up, I have to spend half an hour or more learning how to do my hair and put on light make up from Sheena. And now this, I couldn’t help but respect how much effort the girls put into to make themselves pretty. But me? I just find these tasks to be very troublesome.
After trying on all the bras, we finally decided on a few and left the lingerie store. I was feeling very exhausted. At that time, I seriously thought that I don’t want to go back to the lingerie store ever again. However, the comfort and security of wearing a bra brushed that thought off.
As we are about to leave the shopping district, Angie suddenly turned around and said, “Now then… we’re moving on to the second course. After you put away those bras in your room. Come meet me at the servant’s quarters.”
“Eh?!?! You mean we’re still not done for today?” I involuntarily let out a complain as I heard this.
However, Angie just nonchalantly said, “Of course, there’s still a long day ahead of us. It’s not like you have anything better to do right? I’m going to drill all the basic skills required of Miss Sheena’s servant into you! Prepare yourself!” As she said that, Angie left for the servant’s quarters with a triumphant laugh.
“No wa~a~a~y!” There was nothing I could do but droop my shoulders dejectedly. I shivered at the thought of going through Angie’s spartan training for an entire day.
Sorry about last week, I was traveling with my dad so I didn’t get to write.
If you don’t know this, then god bless you;
- http://www.realsimple.com/beauty-fashion/clothing/shopping-guide/how-to-measure-bra-size/determine-your-band-size ↩