It felt suddenly strange to be wearing a bra and panties; ones that looked pretty and matched in pale lavender shades. It felt even stranger when breast forms were placed in the bra cups. The sudden weight and protrusion was a sensation all of its own.
‘‘Couldn’t they be smaller and lighter?’’ I asked in shock as they wobbled against my skin.
‘‘They’re only small,’’ Cheryl replied. They’re not as big as Jasmine’s; more like my size.’’
‘‘Mine are bigger for professional reasons.’’ Jasmine sorted through a jumble of clothes.
‘‘He would say that,’’ Cheryl confided. ‘‘He said it was no use half-pretending that he’d got breasts. He didn’t want the audience to feel cheated.’’
‘‘Hey, I’m here and I’m listening,’’ he interrupted. ‘‘They’re a small D cup if you must know and not outrageous for my frame.’’
‘‘Okay, that was little Miss Perfect.’’ Cheryl blew a kiss to him. ‘‘I told him to look natural when he decided to get implants. I don’t mind going out with him looking like my sister but I didn’t want him to look like some sort of freak.’’