Refashioning Tracy

Author note: Special thanks to Antimatter42 for editing.

Now in her late 20's, Tracy while slim and athletic had some ongoing fashion problems. She struggled with finding comfortable bras; being small-breasted (and at a very particular size at that) made it challenging for her to find a proper fit at pretty much all of the big box stores. And most bras she bought either lost their shape after only a few washings, or shortly came apart at the seams. Making matters worse was the constant discomfort whenever she inadvertently purchased a poor-fitting one, and this made her dread wearing them. The thought of spending more money and time frustrated her enough to go braless.

"No one seems to notice my boobs anyway, so why bother?" she thought as she stood in front of the bedroom mirror brushing her long blond hair.

At her monthly women's club meeting, the topic of the evening was "Finding the correct bra". While Tracy listened intently, it was by this point where she lost hope to finally discovering a solution to her problems. The speaker from the lingerie boutique talked about the importance of a proper fit and how a custom-made bra could improve one's comfort and confidence. She expounded the virtues of a well-made bra over an inexpensive K-Mart special.

"In the long term, a better bra will fit properly and last longer than a generic-sized one from one of the big box stores," explained Noelle, the store associate from François Boutique.

Tracy thought as she listened to Noelle, "I'll bet she doesn't have problems finding a good fit. She has the perfect body, medium sized boobs and shapely for an older woman"

After the presentation, Tracy approached Noelle and asked about the free sizing that her company offered for their custom-made bras. Tracy was skeptical at first, thinking it would be another expensive option, but Noelle assured her that the boutique had options for various budgets. And so, Tracy decided to give it a try in the hopes that this might be the solution she had been searching for, as she followed Noelle to the screened off area.

As Tracy removed her blouse for the fitting, she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about her small, now-fully-exposed bosom. Noelle seemed startled at first, seeing her naked breasts.

She cleared her throat and paused for a few moments before commenting, "Usually we measure over your bra. However, we can get precise measurements without one."

Noelle's professional demeanor quickly put Tracy at ease. During the measurement, Tracy noticed that Noelle's touch was gentle and precise. Much to her surprise, as Noelle took her measurements, Tracy experienced a peculiar sensation--a tingling that seemed to send tiny electric shocks through her body as the measuring tape moved over her nipples. Noelle's hand moved the tape over several parts of her breast, sometimes stopping, leaving her hand in place as if she could feel the heat building inside. She couldn't quite understand the nature of this sensation, but found it delightful. She found herself relishing it to the extent that she couldn't help but ponder if this fitting went beyond a purely professional endeavor.

Noelle presented her with pages of pictures showcasing the variety of custom bra styles available. And yet, after carefully reviewing the prices, Tracy decided to postpone her purchase. Although the designs failed to enthrall her, there was still an elusive element she couldn't put her finger on.

I'm certain they'll offer great comfort, she reflected. Maybe I can consider them as a potential gift to myself later?

Later during that week, after thinking -- fixating -- on Noelle's measuring session, she realized that she more-so wanted to experience the unique sensation again than anything else. She began visiting various high-end stores for bra fittings. She didn't think of herself as someone with same-sex attraction, but the sensation of another person's hand on her naked breasts gave her an unexpected and enjoyable thrill, no matter how brief the encounter. She also relished the occasionally surprised look on the sales associates' faces when they saw her bare breasts while they measured her.

One day, she visited Victoria's Secret and met Cara, a young, but seemingly knowledgeable saleswoman. She wondered if she would elicit the same shocked reaction as Noelle. Cara was perhaps in her early 20's, slender build with short brown hair, from afar she had boyish look.

Tracy was surprised when she removed her top that Cara, didn't seem bothered that she was braless. As Cara measured her, she repeated the same gentle, precise movements that Tracy came to enjoy. Cara drew the cloth measuring tape over Tracy's nipples a few times, causing Tracy to shudder in response each time.

"I'm sorry, miss, but this is a critical measurement. I have to get it right to the millimeter," Cara cautioned.

Tracy marveled at her good fortune. It appeared that her quest for the ideal bra had unexpectedly led her to unforeseen sensations and thrills. Back in the showroom Cara showed her some styles; however, she was constantly interrupted by other patrons, leaving Tracy on her own to find a style that aroused her interest. By the time Cara managed to return to her, Tracy's initial enthusiasm had waned. On her way out of the store that day, she couldn't help but think about Cara's warm hand on her breasts.

Tracy enjoyed the ruse of searching for the perfect bra for weeks now and it seemed like her exciting quest was never-ending. And yet, the others didn't generate the same feelings; they measured and acted shocked, albeit in a sterile fashion. Something was missing from the experience.

She returned to the Victoria's Secret store, determined to find the exhilaration she craved. As she entered the store, she couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The familiar scent of perfumed lace and satin surrounded her as she made her way to the fitting area.

Cara caught Tracy's eye, remembering her from her previous visit. Today, however, Cara seemed unusually eager to assist.

"Tracy, it's so good to see you again." Tracy was so flattered that she remembered her as she took her hand while ushered into a back room changing area stall.

"Let's get that blouse off so we can get started." She said in a soft tone as she started unbuttoning her blouse.

Once removed, Tracy stood there inwardly trembling, awaiting the tape measure over her naked boobs. Cara didn't bother with the customary measuring tape and her hand went straight for Tracy's bare nipples.

"Let's skip the formalities, shall we?" Cara said with a mischievous smile as she tweaked Tracy's nipples.

Tracy was taken aback but didn't object as her fingers circled her areola. After all, she just wanted to find the "right bra".

Cara's unconventional "measuring" was abruptly interrupted when the department supervisor, Linda, heard Tracy moaning softly. Concerned, Linda rushed over.

"Is everything alright in there, Cara?" she asked.

Cara, quick to respond, dismissed Tracy's moan with a casual explanation of, "Oh, don't worry, Linda. The lovely young lady just happens to have very sensitive skin."

Tracy concurred with a soft, "Yes, I'm perfectly fine," to avoid causing any commotion.

With the measuring phase behind them, Cara turned her attention to finding the perfect bra for Tracy.

"I know what you crave" pausing before adding "and I have the perfect bra for you."

She suggested a shelf bra that would provide support while prominently lifting and displaying her breasts, giving her a sexier look. Tracy hesitated at first, she wasn't sure that she craved that kind of attention, but with Cara's persistent encouragement, she agreed to try it on.

Once Tracy put on the lace shelf bra, Cara began guiding her toward the public waiting area without her blouse. "You absolutely must see this in the mirrors," she encouraged.

Tracy hesitated. "I can't go out there like this. My nipples are sticking out."

"That's the point, you have to see yourself in the mirrors," Cara explained. "And you should walk around a bit to feel how comfortable it is."

Tracy yielded to Cara's persistence and allowed herself to be paraded around the waiting area, standing in front of several mirrors, inadvertently catching the attention of a few waiting husbands.

Surprisingly, Tracy found herself enjoying the experience; the bra did, in fact, provide excellent support and enhanced her bust, imparting her with newfound confidence. And so, she made the purchase, partly because she liked it, and partly because she didn't want to disappoint Cara.

As Tracy finished her purchase, Cara leaned in and whispered, "You know, we should meet up after work for coffee sometime." Tracy hesitated for a moment but agreed. Something about Cara's invitation intrigued her.

The two women exchanged contact information, and soon enough, Tracy found herself sitting across from Cara at a local Starbucks. As they chatted, Tracy discovered that Cara was a lesbian, a fact she shared with ease. It didn't bother Tracy; in fact, she found herself enjoying Cara's company even more.

They clicked instantly. They shared stories, laughter, and secrets over coffee during the following weeks. Their friendship blossomed, and before long, Cara invited Tracy to join her for a night out at the clubs.

Curious and open to new experiences, Tracy accepted the invitation. Little did she know, her decision would lead to unforgettable nights, laughter, and a friendship that would change her life in ways she never imagined.

Tracy had made her way to the club that night with one goal in mind: to make a lasting impression. She knew she had to look her best, so she wore her new shelf bra, a piece of lingerie that pushed her breasts up and forward, causing her nipples to poke tantalizingly through her silk blouse. The silk clung to her, forming around her breasts in a way that made her small chest appear larger and more enticing.

As she stepped into the club, her eyes adjusted to the dim lights, and she couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be all women in the room. The realization slowly crept in that this might be a lesbian club, something she hadn't expected.

Cara, leaned in and whispered, "This is a gay club, Tracy. It's safer than a regular bar. No pervy guys hitting on us."

Tracy was baffled. "No men at all?"

She later discovered there were a few men present, but they didn't seem interested in her or Cara.

They sipped a few glasses of wine before Cara stood up, extending her hand to Tracy.

"Let's dance," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they moved to the rhythm of the music, Cara leaned in and kissed Tracy. It started as a quick peck on her mouth, but before Tracy could react, Cara pulled her close and kissed her again. She soon found their tongues probing each other's. Tracy's initial shock was replaced by a sense of surrender, and she allowed herself to enjoy the unexpected encounter.

In her mind, Tracy found herself questioning her own feelings. Am I becoming a lesbian? she pondered, her head spinning in confused excitement over the realization.

Cara continued holding her close and began kissing Tracy's neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. It was different from a man's kiss--gentler, less rushed. Tracy felt herself drifting into a state of bliss, lost in the passion of the moment.

Suddenly, she felt Cara's hand unbuttoning her blouse. A part of her wanted to stop, to pull away and snap out of it, but another part didn't want to spoil the exhilarating moment they shared. As if reading her mind, Cara's mouth found its way to Tracy's breast, latching onto her nipple right there on the crowded dance floor.

Tracy was left in a daze, her mind struggling to overcome the intoxicating mix of the wine and the undeniable passion of the moment. She let Cara suck on her nipple, her body reacting to the pleasure. The music stopped, and as Cara finally unlatched, Tracy's breasts were left in clear view for anyone interested in viewing.

In that unexpected moment, Tracy had taken a step into the unknown, and she couldn't help but wonder where this newfound passion might lead her. Would it be an experience she would never forget? Would forever change the way she thought about her bras?

All thought soon dissipated (to be ruminated over the morning after) when Cara grasped her shoulder.

"Wanna go somewhere more private?"