I Went Braless With C-Cups And No One Noticed Until I Took My Shirt Off

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My co-worker has, by her own admission, small boobs. She’s not acquainted with under-boob sweat, persistent jiggle or back pain from schlepping two cantaloupes around. For busty girls, going braless is the equivalent of going naked.

I don’t claim to own Pam Anderson-level boobs — I’m actually under 34DD, the national average for bra size. My girls, however, have a tendency to do their own thing, popping out of low-cut shirts and avoiding any restraint. These C-cups can’t be tamed.

Still, I was feeling inspired and too lazy to do my lingerie laundry. So, bra-less I went.

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