A feat I never imagined...

So I'm somehow turning my girlfriend into such a girly girl. I never imagined that statement would come out of my mouth, but there it is...

Anyhow, it all started with the pedicures. The first time I took her, she chose to glaze her toes in a clear shade. Next trip, she chose a very innocent, pale pink. By the third venture to my beloved nail-place-upon-Montrose, she had selected a boisterous magenta-purple shade.
I was so proud.

Our most recent accomplishment is of the upper undergarment area. I, personally, have been a huge fan of the Lane Bryant cleavage enhancer for years. I never imagined we'd end up there, but after unsuccessful ventures to Kohl's, Avenue, and Catherine's (other big girls stores), we wound up at Lane Bryant.

She tried on bra after bra, even offering to try *gasp* underwire. Eventually, one of the clerks approached us to inform us that one of the girls working that day was a "bra-fitting specialist. "
After some significant whimpering and "no-way-in-helling," I got my girlfriend to submit herself to the woman' specialty. I even gave it a go myself.

After nearly 3 hours and way too much personal exposure to a perfect stranger, my girlfriend now owns underwire! Mission accomplished! Getting her to wear it, however, may be another feat entirely...


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Sidebar:
Both of us were often in the same dressing room along with the "Bra-Fitting Specialist." Just in case the Bra-Fitting Specialist wasn't aware that we were "together," my girlfriend managed to point out to the woman that I "looked funny" donned in a certain style of bra I had never worn...

Beet red is such an apropos descriptor...