“Please, dad. I can’t ask anyone else, and I just want to know how it feels like. I promise I’ll keep my eyes closed, so I won’t see you naked...or anything and it won’t be embarrassing.”“Right now? Just this one time?” I said without thinking, immediately wanting to strangle myself. Why had I said that?“Yes,” Laura said and crossed her arms, hugging herself.“Okay. All right,” I said, because I couldn’t think of what else I could have said at that point.“Wow, thanks, dad!” Laura suddenly. Over the years I have gotten pretty good.”She stopped me there and said, “I am a certified bra fitter. I can measure you and we can see just what works best for you.” I reminded her it was almost closing time she said “that’s ok, I am here for another hour I would love to fit you.” My heart starts to beat out of my chest. She tells me to go into the dressing room and remove my shirt. I said are you sure its ok. She said no one else will be coming in if your afraid to be seen coming out but I. Slowly, his eyes focused on the face. 2:30 A.M. He carefully put down the soldering iron and stared at the device on his bench.The Amplifier didn't look like much. A tangle of wiring and integrated circuits. In the center was one of the new room-temperature superconducing chips. He'd had to scrounge it from the University's Supplies Department...well, he thought...steal it, really.The idea had come to him one day as he worked on his PhD thesis. He was working on a double doctorate, Cognitive. If you were flat and wore baggy clothes then why go to the discomfort of those tight straps. During those last few weeks when I actually had something that jiggled, I had just covered it with loose-fitting tops. This was embarrassing. I snuck into my younger sister’s room. Although she’s two years younger, she had actually gotten tits when she was twelve. Fuck! I knew enough not to take her current underwear so I found a drawer with a lot of old bras in it and grabbed a handful scurrying back.