Titty Stories
Because you know you want them!
I’ve been braless since Covid. March of 2021. It’s not been any kind of secret. I don’t know why it took me so long to come to my senses. And no, IDGAF if my tits are hanging down to my waist, I’m not going to put on a bra to make anyone feel better. I don’t wear a bra so that I can feel better. Bras hurt folks! OK, so maybe sports bras are OK and all, but still… Why? Wear a bra if you want to, but I don’t feel like I should have to for anyone but myself (and you know my preference). I do (regretfully) encourage my daughter to wear a bra. Only because of her dad and every other person in the world who would look down upon a high school (yes she’s going to start high school in two weeks!!!!!!) girl for not wearing one… Society and “social norms” really kind of suck sometimes.
Anyway. It’s never been an issue or a problem for me. If people look at me funny because I’m not wearing one, I don’t even really notice. I just do what I’m doing and don’t pay much mind to others. If people look at me funny, I assume everything else aside from my lack of wrangling my girls.
BUT… two days ago I was at ALDI, and had gone in for one thing, so didn’t bother getting a cart. Hahahaha. If I don’t get anything, I need a basket. If I get a basket, I end up needing a small cart…and if I get a small cart, I end up really needing a full-size cart. One of those no-win situations. At Aldi though it’s a decision you have to make before entering the store. And it’s cart or no cart. I realized my mistake pretty quickly while walking down the Aldi Finds aisle… damn that aisle!! I picked up a clearance swimming pool (for $6.99 originally $29.99!!), a collapsable dish drainer (didn’t really need it!), and a dry erase weekly “family” planning board. Then I saw the box of Cheez-its, so had to get that as well. Then, juggling my goods, I finally got to the freezer section to get the frozen pita burger things I was after, and decided I should get the chicken melt ones as well… so here I am, juggling all these things. I finally had them all situated and was able to handle it while waiting in the long checkout line where I added an Aldi bag to my haul. Everything worked great until I tried to pick up the Aldi bag in one hand and the pool box in the other… Not sure exactly how it happened, but I ended up pinching my nipple between the pool box and the cart edge (they put my stuff in the cart from the previous person, but I needed to leave the cart for the person behind me). And Goddammnit did that hurt!!! I acted like nothing happened though as I trotted off with my pool and other goodies. I had too much to do that day to let a little nipple pinching put a damper on my day. MOFO still hurts today though!
Then yesterday… I was running nonstop all.freaking.day.long. We celebrated my daughter’s birthday early because she will be with her dad for two weeks, with her birthday landing right in the middle of those two weeks… I had to go get the cake and toppers (Lightning McQueen…again) and special request ice cream… which meant two stores. Then I realized I should get the boys their school shoes that day because of “tax free” clothes and shoes day and I would be too busy on Sunday to take them (and Sunday wasn’t tax free anymore!)… So, we did that and then an hour later was dinner time - ran to McD’s for the birthday girl’s requested dinner… did dinner, presents, then cake… then I had to rush to feed and water all the birds and hand-feed the one baby bird… garbage was full, so I took the bag out… I was going to change my shirt, but it was a few minutes after I should have left to go work my side elderly sitting/caretaking job which was overnight that night… but decided I needed to be sure to put a garbage bag in the can otherwise the kids would have put garbage in without a bag…so I didn’t change my shirt as I was running out the door. I had on a very loose tank top - Walmart special… they had either a L or a XXXL… so, I got the XXXL figuring that loose was better than tight… Well, the first time I leaned over to lift up the lady’s recliner leg, she says “Yer boob fell out.”
I died.
So matter of fact. She didn’t care…there was no judgment there. She just wanted me to know that my boob fell out.
I apologized. I laughed. She laughed. Then before I left this morning, she told me that I should change my shirt and that I should get some better clothes. Hahahahahaha!!
So there are your titty stories! I hope they amused you! I’m laughing!
<3 Kristin <3