Theres My Bra
I am surrounded by men in my office. They do as they please and most days I just laugh at their corny jokes and do what I’m doing. But today was different. Today I broke free. Really.
I have been uncomfortable from the moment I came in this morning. Maybe I didn’t take as much time as I should have to get ready for work. Maybe it was all of the rude people that sped up when I tried to pass them and slowed down when I was behind them on the highway. Either way, by the time I got to work this morning, I was ready for the day to be over. While that’s mostly the case at work, it was strange because I love Fridays.
All day I have shifted back and forth in my seat. My legs got tired, my back was hurting, my shoulders were hurting and my bra straps were too tight. It got to the point where I became completely irritated. So I did the unthinkable at work, in corporate America, when surrounded by males.
After years of fooling around with women, I have mastered the art of one hand bra removals. I nicely slid my right hand up the back of my shirt and undid the back clasp. My shoulders felt free but at that point liberation was too close to turn around. I looked left, then right, and then I took off arm strap by arm strap. Once the bra was removed, I nicely slipped it in my purse, zipped it, and stuck it in the draw of my desk.
NOW I AM FREE and it feels great. Instantly my back stopped hurting and my shoulders relaxed. Of course I will be a bit more bouncy walking down the halls and I’m sure a few heads may turn and wonder if they see what they think they saw but who cares. I love my Fridays and no bra can stop me 
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