One Cup Larger: F-Cup Reality Hits
So, they just bumped it up a whole cup, and the measurement was over just like that. I, Song Yujeong, had been reborn as a woman who could rock an E-cup… maybe even F-cup starting today. How the hell did this happen…? Was that urban legend about breasts growing from being fondled actually true? Should I ban touching them like I do with kissing? I shoved the complicated thoughts aside for later and steeled myself to pick out some underwear first.
As I reached for the bra I'd taken off to put it back on, I heard a voice say it was fine to just head out like this since I'd have to strip again for fittings anyway. I obediently followed her advice, struggling to button up my shirt while haunted by the specter of that F-cup tormenting me. The sales assistant continued.
"Honestly, your size isn't exactly average, miss."
Yeah, no kidding. Such a tragedy.
"Luckily, we had a few that fit, so I've pulled them for you. Take your time picking with your boyfriend."
I nodded, murmuring a quick "Got it, thanks so much." With Jiwoo off somewhere ripe for teasing, the "boyfriend" label grated a bit. But right now, words like that weren't important to me. For real… Me, E-cup? No, F-cup? At that size, wasn't I basically a cow?
I clung desperately to my sanity and stepped out of the fitting room. The guy dubbed my "boyfriend" was huddled in the corner, his massive frame scrunched up as far as it could go. Going braless, the rough texture of the shirt brushing my breasts felt burdensome. Worried they might poke out noticeably, I crossed my arms over my chest and nudged Jiwoo's shoe with my foot.
"What're you doing, looking all uncomfortable over here?"
"Too many eyes outside."
Fair enough. A big dark-haired guy standing alone in a lingerie shop? The stares through the floor-to-ceiling windows must've been brutal. You'd suffered too, huh…
"All done?"
"Yeah. Got measured."
"Then why the long face?"
"Don't even ask."
As we licked our wounds by the counter, the assistant chimed in.
"Miss, I've gathered what we have in stock for now."
Grateful as hell, she spread out a bunch of bras on the counter with a flourish. She'd said there weren't many, but there were more than I'd expected.
"These are from brands that run large, starting at 65—"
"W-wait a sec!"
No need to announce my size right in front of him… I frantically cut her off, and she gave a knowing smile before continuing.
"Anyway, I've picked ones that should fit comfortably. You and your boyfriend can browse at your leisure. Panties are sold as sets, so let me know the size."
She added,
"I'll check the back for more. Take your time, you two."
N-no need to give us the space…
Now alone at the counter. At least one pair of eyes was gone, so I could breathe a little. I glanced over, and Jiwoo was pretending not to care while sneaking peeks at my chest and the bras laid out. Watching his cute reaction calmed my rattled heart a bit.
With the verdict that my cups had grown one size, I'd have to toss all my old bras. I picked up the colorful array one by one. These weren't so much daily wear as "for show" pieces. No wonder it was a lingerie shop. Not that they couldn't pass for everyday, but still. Price aside, something breathable was better for summer than these heavy-duty ones. That said, they weren't useless. Underwear had to match the occasion sometimes. Like when crashing at a friend's—usually Seoeun's—I'd put some effort into my bra and panties.
Sure, I still went around saying I was a guy at heart. But three years as a woman had dyed my mind and heart at least partly feminine. So even in front of a guy—ball-busting bestie and fuckbuddy or not—I didn't want to flash ratty underwear.
Time to pick one that suited my taste. I liked simple styles—no lace or embossed patterns, just a plain cup. But by that standard, over half were out. The shoulder straps were unavoidably thick and wide. You needed that to support these massive hunks of flesh. Picking thin ones just dug into your skin and hurt worse. I'd gotten bruises from that once. Factoring in the price tag, I made my choice: a milky tea beige bra-panty set. Not full-cup, though—a half-cup design with a bit of exposure. Gotta be careful, or my areola might peek. Still, best of the bunch.
"Pick one for me too."
As I lifted and dropped other bras like I was doing him a favor, the lanky Jiwoo jumped and yelped.
"W-what? Me?"
"Told you. I'll wear one you like."
I held a lacy black one up to my chest and went on.
"Sorry the options are limited. But you've played with these plenty, so we're even."
"H-hey! Song Yujeong, shut it!"
Jiwoo freaked, glancing toward the assistant inside.
"You nuts?"
"What? She already called you my boyfriend, so she gets it."
"Still."
I stared him down, bra still against my chest.
"So quit stalling and pick one. Your style. How's this?"
Hesitant, avoiding my eyes, he eyed my chest and the counter bras with effort.
"Pick wrong and you'll regret it?"
His hand, heading for something plain like mine, froze midair. After agonizing, he chose a black see-through bra-panty set. Lace letting skin show through subtly, no padding—so not for daily wear. And the panties? Crotchless. Yeah, strictly for show. For getting laid.
I picked up the set he'd pointed to. Fabric and finish were fine. But Jiwoo, you like this stuff, huh.
"What? Why? Something wrong?"
"Nah, nothing. Nice pick. Suits your taste—"
"Just grabbed whatever! Let's pay and bounce, please."
His voice flushed as he said it. Dude, your finger hovered there forever if it was random!
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Trying them on, thankfully nothing felt off—beyond the usual bra discomfort. No pinching flesh overflowing the cups. Mine fit fine. His pick… yeah, best not dwell.
Changing back and checking: my half-cup was E-cup. His see-through was F-cup from a brand that ran small. Yep. F-cup achieved.
At this rate… I'd lose all face in front of sweet, petite, precious Harin-unnie…
At the counter, both were imported brands, and E/F cups weren't common, so pricey. His was especially nuts—no wire, no pad. Why so expensive?!
After that unexpected splurge and mutual trauma shopping, we grabbed tteokbokki for brunch-slash-lunch. Jiwoo devoured it like a beast—guess yesterday's workout burned a ton. Post-meal, we parted ways civilly. Honestly, my bottom was sore; I wanted a cab. But expenses were piling up, so no dice.
Heading from the tteokbokki joint to the subway, my carry-on was still in Jiwoo's hands. We were both from Daejeon, but our places were far apart. He lived in Seogu Dunsan; I was before the overpass into Dunsan. He'd lived near me originally but moved in high school. So I got off first.
Despite my assurances, he dragged my suitcase up to the station entrance. Guess I'd been limping without noticing. I barely stopped him from walking me home and pulled out my phone to open my banking app.
"How much was the motel yesterday?"
"Motel?"
"Gotta split it."
He shook his head.
"It's fine."
"No it's not. Tell me quick. Don't wanna make this weird."
I wanted equality. At least from my side. One-sided favors from the girl would twist this dynamic for sure. He sighed softly and named a steeper amount than expected. I wired half to his account.
"Went through?"
"Yeah."
More pointless spending. Should've just stayed home next time. Staring at my dwindling balance, I heard Jiwoo.
"Song Yujeong, when you heading up?"
"Dunno. Haven't decided. Week or so? Anyway, I'll go when I go."
Taking the suitcase from him, I added,
"Don't wanna ride up together and get railed like a dog again."
"What? You loved it yesterday."
My zinger landed.
"Jiwoo."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"For what?"
For calling me pretty yesterday. For your innocent reactions. For treating this half-girl like a real one. But I couldn't say it, so I just quirked my lips and played it off.
"Dragging my suitcase here."
"That's nothing."
"Not a hassle? Gotta go back down for the subway."
"Kinda."
I turned and walked homeward, chuckling at his grin.
"No contact in Daejeon."
"Cool. See ya in Seoul!"
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Roll-roll-roll—far off, Hanjiu stood frozen, listening to the suitcase wheels scrape over the sidewalk blocks for a long while. That sound. Her slender back grew tiny in the distance. But yesterday—her face kept swelling in his mind. Not just that. Her playful smile at him in the lingerie shop. The elegant way she swept her side-parted hair behind her ear to avoid the tteokbokki broth.
"I'm losing it. What the hell's wrong with me."
Dry-washing his face, Hanjiu squeezed his eyes shut. Song Yujeong was just a friend. A precious ball-busting buddy from childhood. A gender swap shouldn't change that. It shouldn't. So why this feeling? No answers came. Should he end this weird setup…? Could he face her as a friend again?
"Dunno about me."
Sighing softly, Hanjiu turned to head down the stairs. Or tried to.
"Ooh, Hanjiu! Long time no see!"
The familiar voice stopped him dead. Neatly combed black hair. Flowy dress with a brown violin case slung sideways. She grinned.
"More importantly, who's that super pretty girl? Girlfriend? Punk, you go to Seoul and snag a babe like that?"
It was Im Jua—the other link between Hanjiu and Song Yujeong.