“You know that’s not what I meant.” I scowled at her and held the corset up to myself in the mirror. “I can’t imagine myself in it.”
“Well then go ahead and try the bad boy on!” she insisted and took the bag I had been clasping in one hand from me.
With a sigh I began to do as she said. I stripped off my coat, T-shirt, and bra before attempting to slip the corset down over my head.
“Wow this thing is tough to get into!” I exclaimed. Kate laughed at me even as she came over to offer some help. With a little shimming and a hell of a lot of tugging from Kate I finally managed to get into it.
“Don’t look in the mirror yet,” Kate ordered. She whipped me around before I could see myself and began to pull on the strings at the back of the corset to lock it into place. I adjusted my breasts in the cups, amazed that there was enough room for my ample bosom.
“You picked the perfect size!” I exclaimed.