Victoria Gets Her First Bra

An hour later, Victoria, Zoe and their mother were at the mall.
Victoria shifted about self-consciously. Why had she selected such feminine clothing? Yes, she had accepted herself as a girl, but being a girl in private was a lot different from being one in public. There seemed to be a million eyes on her, judging her.
Not for the first time, she found herself wondering why me? Why, of all of the people in the world, had she been one of the few to contract GPAD.
"Well go on," Zoe urged, giving her a gentle push. "Where's that tough big sister of mine?"
"Can't one of you guys come with me," she pleaded.
"No dear; this is something you've got to do yourself," her mother said. "You need to be confident in your own body. You do want to be a woman, don't you?"
Victoria sighed, defeated, and walked into the lingerie store.
"Umm...excuse me?" Victoria uttered. She found that alot of the self-confidence that she had posessed when she was just with her family was leaving her now that she was out in public. What if they don't accept me as a girl?
A sales lady turned around and smiled at her; she looked Filipina and only a few years older than Victoria herself; her nameplate identified her as Lilianne. "Yes," she asked, smiling politely.
"I wonder if I could get your..." she paused uncomfortably (no one will ever accept me if I don't act like I belong she reminded herself)..."Your customized bra fitting?"
"Oh, for sure!" the sales lady declared. "Right this way."
The lady led her to a back room and asked her to remove her top. Victoria promptly complied, leaving her breasts awkwardly exposed.
"Don't worry," said Lilianne reassuringly. "This will only take a minute. Could I get you to raise your hands above your head, please?"
Again Victoria did as she was asked, her bosom heaving outwards. She felt her nipples harden in the cool air.
Lilianne wrapped a tape measure around her rib cage and began making polite conversation as she took notes of her measurment. Victoria was only half paying attention for, down in her loins, she felt a curious sensation. A moistening...
Oh God she thought, realizing that she was becoming aroused.
In all of the excitement, she had given suprisingly little thought to her sexuality, but now that she thought about it, she realized that thinking about men did nothing for her. So inspite of her changes, both physical and mental...she remained attracted to women.
Including Lilianne, it turned out.
She had now moved on to placing test cups upon Victoria's breasts.
Victoria began to fantasize, imagining Lilianne dressed in proper Gothic finery, together with her under a tree...
"There!" Lilianne finished, withdrawing her cup. "You're a size thirty-two C, although your right breast is slightly smaller; don't worry; most women aren't perfectly symmetrical. We usually advise that you wear a bra with the larger of the two, as it's usually more comfortable. Do you have any questions?"
What are you doing later? leapt unbidden to Victoria's mind, but she suppressed it. Sexual identity was enough of a problem for her right now without having to even consider sexual identity.
"No, no...that's alright." She forced herself to say. "I...guess I'd better go pick out some freaking bras, eh?"
Victoria was so befuddled that Lilianne had to remind her to put her shirt back on before she went out into the store. She smiled at her in embarassment, and her heart almost melted when Lilianne smiled back.
Dammit, it's like puberty all over again.
"I can help you with that," said Lilianne.
"Sure!" replied Victoria, perhaps too quickly.
"What's your name, by the way?"
"...Victoria," Victoria answered, having to take a moment to think about it.
"That's a pretty name," said Lilianne. "Not like mine, mine makes me sound like an old lady."
"Not at all," said Victoria. (She realized she had been subconsciously musing on how pretty of a name "Lilianne" was.)
Lilianne helped her pick out seven bras (she decided she needed one for each day of the week), as well as matching pairs of panties, plus some extra sports bras, two corsets and several pairs of pantyhose. She wasn't sure if she was a "pantyhose" type of girl (in fact, she knew very little of what type of girl she was), but she had money to blow and she liked having Lilianne close beside her.
Eventually, Lilianne manned the cash register as she purchased her items (worth over two hundred dollars all told), and passed her the reciept.
"if you have any problems with any of this," she said, "don't hesitated to call."
Victoria's heart jumped when she noticed that Lilianne had surreptitiously scribbled out her name and phone number on the receipt. Good lord, had I been so obvious. She looked up only to see Lilianne wink at her.
*
"So how did it go?" her mom asked, as she exited the store.
"I'd say it went rather well." She breathed.