A friend took me for a prosthetic boob fitting today. Fake boobs. Foobs. They are just plain weird. Obviously I went a little bigger than I was. Since I can. Not much, but I think they are the right size for me. I couldn’t have gone porno size if I’d wanted, I’m not wide enough across my chest for anything bigger than I got. Not only that but the sizing is all weird. 1 through 12 or so and you can’t really tell by holding the thing in your hand how big it’s going to look tucked into the bras and worn.
The bras are all designed higher in the middle than I’m used to as well. I’m gonna have to get some of those fake camisole pieces I think. Most of my shirts are cut about an inch or 2 too low. Apparently they have to be like that to hold the foobs properly. To tell you the truth, most of them look like they belong to a really old lady. Not too many pretty bras it seems which really sucks. I had lots of pretty bras. They were the fun part of getting dressed in the morning.
There’s also foobs that will stick directly to my chest, but there’d be no way I could wear those right now. The left side of my chest is starting to get red and is really sensitive from radiation and the right still has a lot of scar tissue and is sensitive as well from removing the implant. We’ll leave the stick-ons for the next foob shopping expedition.
In 2 weeks I’ll get a package in the mail wrapped in plain brown paper… I gotta say, this experience was not on mine or my friend’s bucket lists.