There
was a secretary at a company I used to work for years ago.
This was a software company and she, like everyone, was very laid back
and casual. She used to wear jeans and sweaters most of the time.
She was cute, and well proportioned but not particularly striking.
One Saturday morning I stopped in to pick up something I'd forgotten
and she also happened to be in. It seems she took advantage of the
company gym on weekends. After her workout she had stopped at her
office to pick up some paperwork just like I had. She was wearing an
exercise outfit: nylon track shorts, running shoes and a tee shirt. I
noticed immediately and with some surprise that her bosom seemed to
have diminished significantly, having gone from its usual large B size
to almost nothing, maybe an A but probably not even that. I knew jog
bras could flatten a woman's chest but this was clearly a lot more
than that. She was surprised to see me, and seemed slightly
uncomfortable.
I decided to see whether I could elicit a reaction, so I asked "Do
you normally wear heels to work? Because you seem... smaller,
somehow." She blanched a little when I said this and glanced
momentarily at her chest, but said nothing.
Some time later I was at her condo for a party. Everyone else was
playing cards in the living room, and I decided to seize the moment.
I suddenly "remembered" an important and private phone call I needed
to make. This being before the era of the ubiquitous cell phone, she
recommended I use the telephone in her bedroom, just as I was hoping.
I went down the hall, closed the door, and began carrying on a fairly
loud conversation with myself as I tried to search through her bedroom
furniture as quietly as I could. Upon finally finding the bra drawer,
I was rewarded with just what I had expected: a pile of padding. Her
dresser contained only thickly padded bras. Vindicated and more than
a little keyed up from my covert action, I returned to the party.
From then on, whenever I saw her at work I would think to myself, "I
know your secret"!
-Fuchs
