And don’t even get her started on the neon pink one - that one isn’t even a bra, it’s a torture device. The black one makes her boobs look saggy, while the yellow one is too tight and make her boobs spill out. The fabric of the lilac one is scratchy and the green one is just plain ugly. She doesn’t even bother to look at the sizing - honestly, what good is a size anyway when this bra is just a bunch of straps and two hearts cut out of red fabric - she just grabs them all and heads straight to the fitting rooms.Īs it turns out, she should’ve been looking at the label because nothing seems to fit or suit her. In her state of outright panic, Robin rushes through the store and grabs one of each pair of lingerie that she thinks Vickie will like. So many things that say they’re bras, but look more like a flimsy piece of fabric tied together with two strings of floss. So many colorful bows and flower designs. Though she’s beginning to regret her decision as the sheer amount of choice start to overwhelm her. A final hail Mary to make up for all the arguments they’ve been having these last few weeks. Plus, before Vickie, she was the only one looking at her bra and she was doing just fine, thank you very much.īut Vickie’s words got stuck in her head, as they often do, which made Robin decide to take matters into her own hands and buy something that’ll make Vickie happy. Sure, they were plain and nothing like the colorful lace bras Vickie likes to wear, but they were just there to serve one purpose - to hold her boobs in place while she goes about her day. Robin never thought her bras were boring. “Why are all your bras so boring, Robin?” That is until Vickie said something when she stayed over the other day. Just a plain black or white bra (maybe blue if she’s feeling fancy), nothing more, nothing less. She bought her first bra at the department store, she knows what brand she likes, she knows her size and she knows that she doesn’t want all the frills and the bows and the lace. The first and obvious one being the whole ‘I’m gay and if I stare at this model wearing nothing but a lace bodysuit for a second too long, everyone is going to know exactly how gay I am’ bit. There are two reasons why she has always avoided this place like the plague. She’s standing in the middle of Lovelace Lingerie and she’s panicking.
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