Wearing a bra is totally different if you actually have something to putin it, which I found out as I struggled to put it on. My panties fit alot bett...r, and I left the padded pantybrief on the small bench. As Istepped out, mom gave me a hug and Betty told me to come back when I wasready to have the breastforms attached with the really good glue. Momtook me home, and I went to my room so that I could look at myself onemore time. In the beginning it was a desire to dress that led me to takesuch. ‘Feel like taking a walk?’ he asked, picking up her coat. ‘Love to,’ she said, still smiling, as she stood and slipped her arms in. Tom picked up his hat, turned to the door, and realized that they’d been talking so long that the streets were now dark and the slight chill had brought with it a drizzling mist, creating halos around the street lamps and making the streets glisten. Again, with hand nestled in the small of her back, he guided her to the door. ‘I didn’t realize the weather had. Yellow tape is drawn across the door and as I get closer I read a sign that says "out of order" for the men's bathroom, so I go to the front desk and asked the employee if it's cool if I use the women's bathroom since the men's is closed and he gives me a smirk and says "yea, it's cool." I had to ask, I didn't want to be "known" as the biggest creep in this room of creeps... I entered the women's bathroom and entered the stall to take a piss, but it was shortly interrupted by a moan...I thought. I sank against him in mock surrender, then swept my foot under his and sent him tumbling easily on the slick floor. I wasn’t anyone’s easy picking; if he wanted me, he’d fight for everything he got. I fell, sprawled on top of him, landing on him in a confused tangle. Again we were hidden by foam, the bursting bubbles in our ears took us further from reality and completely into the primeval, where all that mattered was instinct, sensation and lust. Within milliseconds he had ripped my panties.