Note: I know I said here that I wouldn’t talk about my nipples, but I really don’t have anything better to talk about.
Monday morning, I slept in until the last possible moment before I HAD to leave for work, threw my work clothes on in the dark (because Karissa had spent the weekend with me, and was still asleep). Two and a half hours into the work day, I realised that my black bra was clearly visible under my white work shirt. Thankfully, the day was cool enough that I could justify wearing a jacket for the remainder of the day.
Tuesday morning, I swore to myself that the bra catastrophe would not happen again, so I chose a pale pink bra that would not show. Four hours into the work day, I took a bathroom break, and noticed my reflection in the mirror. Two eyes and two very cheerful nipples stared back at me. I tried all my known nipple-disappearing remedies. None worked. Finally, I had to resign myself to going back to work, and hope that everyone would look me in the eyes.
On the TV show F.R.I.E.N.D.S., the girls are always wearing shirts that show their nipples. In fact, I believe they had specially constructed bras with false nipples sown on so that it would give the impression of perpetual nippleage. I don’t know why it was considered so desirable. Thoughts?
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I’d go back to plan black… eesh. I’d rather they could see that I was wearing a bra than that they assumed I didn’t.