Cynthia looked inside the cup of her top to make sure she wasn't wearing someone else's. Maybe she had taken some smaller girl's outfit by mistake. But no, inside was her handwritten name tag.
She decided it had shrunk in the wash and continued to wrestle it into position. The top was not giving up the fight easily. As soon as it slipped over one boob, it popped off the other.
With a defeated sigh, she turned to Leigh next to her to borrow her double sided tape. What she saw was the poor girl worriedly working her own swollen bustline into her outfit. Their eyes met briefly before they heard a scream of frustration from the dressing room across the hall. Mandy!
She decided it had shrunk in the wash and continued to wrestle it into position. The top was not giving up the fight easily. As soon as it slipped over one boob, it popped off the other.
With a defeated sigh, she turned to Leigh next to her to borrow her double sided tape. What she saw was the poor girl worriedly working her own swollen bustline into her outfit. Their eyes met briefly before they heard a scream of frustration from the dressing room across the hall. Mandy!