I looked at her across the brightly-lit dressing room. "You're kidding me. Are you sure?" From his lookout point in the stroller, my tiny wisp of a 1-month-old started to cry. "I'll be back with some options for you to try on," she laughed, and closed the door behind her.
My breasts stared at me, all of their 34DD glory reflected back at me underneath the ugly fluorescent lights.