My co-worker unbuttoned her denim jacket, showing off the graphic tank she was wearing underneath.
“I haven’t worn a bra in, I don’t know, a week,” she said, looking down at her tatas.
“You’re not wearing one now?” I asked, trying not to stare at her nipples.
“Nope,” she replied, grinning. “I only ever wear a sports bra to work out. To work, I don’t even bother.”
You know how it feels to find out a friend has been keeping a secret for weeks? That’s where I was at. I’m a girl with boobs, so shouldn’t I have realized my co-worker was low-key freeing the nip?
I was mystified, but gave it a try when I returned home that evening. Taking off my 36C bra and venturing outside to walk my dog, I felt very naked underneath my clothes. My dog, Chloe, didn’t seem to care much about it.
At that moment, I resolved to go braless for five days. Then, I worried over the decision.
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