"Alright, alright! I've learned my lesson!" Jon whined for the umpteenth time as they finally reached the mall. "I'm bouncing all over the place, guys are gawking and most importantly these damn things are beginning to hurt. I can't take it anymore. Please can we get a bra first?"
Smiling to herself, Karyn said, "I do believe that's a first for you. Not hooters, boobs, jugs, headlights, or any of the other crude references to breasts. No, now they're 'damn things'. Who would have thought? Ok, we'll stop in Laney's."
"Oh thank god!" Jon breathed.
Going directly to the lingerie department, Karyn watched as Jon stared in bewilderment at the array of brassieres.
"This is going to take forever. What size am I?" Jon wondered aloud as he tentatively select one to try on.
"It certainly will if you only take one at a time. Here! Take these too." Karyn said in exasperation as she handed five more to Jon ranging from almost certainly too small to probably too large and shoo'd him into a changing room. "And don't take too long!", she called after Jon.
After half an hour, Karyn was just about ready to go back into the changing rooms to find what was taking so long when Jon finally emerged, smiling and with much less bounce. Come to think of it, a whole lot less bounce?
"Wow, I never realized something as simple as a bra has such a dramatic impact on look and comfort." Jon declared. "One didn't fit at all and was terribly uncomfortable."
"What do you mean one didn't fit? You had something like half a dozen?" Karyn asked.
"Well I tried on the others, and while they all fit comfortably, they all looked different. One made me look positively huge. I guess that was padded or something. So anyway, I settled on this one. It must be one of those minimizer bra's. At least now I don't feel quite so attention getting." Jon said.
"They were all the same style, just different sizes." Karyn whispered.
"Whatever." Jon shrugged. "What's next?"
'Hmmm ... what's next indeed?' Karyn thought to herself as she pondered the implications.
