Difficult: The Swimming Pool

After the first year of college - which I now also look back on as my first year with boobs, the summer came. What do you do in summer when it gets hot? Right, go to the swimming pool. That's where my friends from college wanted to take me to. Actually, this is something that I have always avoided - I always felt rather uncomfortable because my flat chest would be completely on display without any chance to hide. And now it would be even more difficult because all my friends from college only knew me with boobs, so I can't go to the pool without boobs. Sounds easy. But I didn't own any swim dress.

I went to the store and tried a one-piece bathing suit. It sat so firm that it squeezed my chest completely flat, I looked like a boy with a fat ass wearing a girl's bathing suit. The only solution would be to wear my bra with the pads underneath the bathing suit, but what would that look like? Right, ridiculous. So, I went on to try a two piece. Actually, not only one, multiple ones. But either I looked even flatter or the padded ones had a gap between cup and chest that was so large that my nipples were visible.

After a while, I was so frustrated that I gave up on bathing suits. Instead, I decided to wear a tight top that was also long enough to cover half of my butt and I could just wear a regular bra with my regular padding underneath it.

As you see, it actually went quite well. Although my boobs were not as big as usually during those days because in the end I did not dare to put the additional pads into the bra, so I only went with the padding that the bras already had. When I look back now, then I realize how ridiculously obvious that was, but back then I felt I did a good job.

The actual problem was something that I only realized when I looked at the photos later. What happens, if a foam bra with foam padding gets wet? Did anybody of you ever try? Right, it starts to lose its shape.

When I was posing for this photo, I had no idea that half of my boobs' volume was already gone.

Of course, I would never walk away from a posing opportunity. But here you see the problem. The bra gives a much less boob-like image than before getting wet. I have no idea whether anybody around me had noticed the difference.

Of course, when my friend sent me the photos on WhatsApp that evening, I cringed as I saw how my boobs had shrunken visibly. Nevertheless, I was happy that I somehow had managed that complicated day.

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