My eyes were popping out of my head as I wobbled down the stairs. No it wasn't my high heels that were wobbling but the mounds in front of me that preceded me down the hallway in my tight fitting dress.
"Your Father doesn't understand," my mother sighed - as I grimaced from the soreness of my nipples - and not believing what I saw in the mirror.
"I don't understand why I let Dr. Branford do this to me, either," I moaned to my mother, as my breasts, my breasts! ... jiggled in my lacy un-padded bra.