Maybe I Should Start Wearing the Nicer Bra

A few days ago, I was doing a “spring cleaning” of my home… you know, getting rid of the shit that you didn’t want to get rid of before but finally had enough with sitting around taking up space. Honestly it is quite a liberating thing to do, maybe even up there with flashing a peek of my bra when out and about. Of course, you have to do the usual looking through all aforementioned shit before deciding to throw it out or not, but guess what I found, in a random box for that matter?…

This black (now grey or dusty brown) lace underwire bra, with the underwire poking through exposed, was probably bought maybe twenty years ago and was, at the time, my favorite bra for a while. There were even matching panty briefs at one time which appeared to be no longer accompanying its sister undergarment anymore. Regardless of this bra’s rather dilapidated state, I still had good memories of my many times donning it over my chest and pretending I had real breasts. Not unlike memories of other silky garments found from my earlier days of miss me.

Now, last year I gave away most of my no-longer-used heels, lingerie, pantyhose, girly wear, etc. as a purge of sorts in order to free up A LOT of space. Keep in mind, this wasn’t the “purge” of trying to get away from my identity as a crossdresser. I had just thought it was time to free myself from all that girly wear that was no longer being worn. I couldn’t say I regretted it either although I did accidentally toss some lovely Guess heels that I really loved. I fortunately didn’t cry for too long though.

Every now and then, however, I discover pieces of old silkies thrown in a random box, in a jacket pocket or, best yet, inside an old cooking pot. They probably should have been tossed out or given away, too, but they somehow survived their hibernation and accumulated smells that can be best described as used socks that haven’t been washed in years. Yet as I expose them to the light of day again, to my joy I get a little fuzzy warmth like seeing an old friend I haven’t seen in ages. And, like that old friend, I just want to sit there and catch up.

So it should be no surprise I took off my t-shirt off and tried the old black bra on for old times sake. To my shock and relief, it still fit great! Then I kept it on for a little while longer and then remembered that this thing wasn’t all that comfortable after all. Oh well, it was nice to see it on me once again and, unfortunately, this will have to go into hibernation once again. I really don’t have a need to wear old dusty grey again but I also don’t have the heart to send it to the trash either.

So into a random box it goes, probably to be discovered in another ten years or so.