So it' s just another day, working like normal, when this
woman walks up to me and asks to be fit for a corset. Now, I
breathe a sigh of relief, because this woman is like an easy
9/ . I' m a straight woman, but when you usually measure
old ladies for bras, it' s nice to get a goodatlosing, nice-
smelling one every once and a while.
So I ask her politely to remove her top clothes, which includes
her bra. Nbd, I see boobs like 30 times a day, including my
own, you get used to t Nothing out of the ordinary about
these boobs, she measures at about a C cup. I then measure
her waist and rib cage. She' s like, . And then she asks
if I could suggest a corset set with "boyscout" style panties to
match. So, we move back on to the sales floor.
So when we' re looking for sets for her to try, she isn' t feelin'
any of the colors. So I ask if she' d be willing to try a thong set
or a tanga (like a boy short, but less coverage on the cheeks)
and she says no. When I ask if it' s a comfort issue, she replies
Kinda. Ifl don' t wear boyshorts, sometimes my penis falls
She was dead. serious. I had just fit one of THE most
if not the #1 most convincing transgendered
people I have ever seen.
Even though I had just been unintentionally trolled, (I mean,
she considers herself a woman, so fuck it, so should I), she
was one of the best experiences I ever had doing that job.
She ended up ordering a set online, and told me that since I
was so polite and , she' d be a return
customer. And she was, I fit her at least 6 more times. When
my job ended, not being her "fitter" anymore was one of the
saddest parts of t