Apparently, not only vitamins run the length of the alphabet – cup sizes do, too! I was so happy to finally lose the 1950s-era support garment that I’d been given to wear after the surgery. And what better way to celebrate than to take my two beautiful new twins shopping for lingerie! Into my favourite bra and underwear store I strode. Excited at the prospect of being able to finally fill a proper bra! Anxious to see how they really looked under some sexy lace, I chose all the prettiest C cups I could find and sashayed into the heavily velveted change room. Off with the clothes, on with the first bra – a fun hot pink swirl. Sitting directly on the tops of my nipples and not much else, I quickly came to the conclusion that a C might be too small. I smirked with guilty pleasure and shouted (in my head) ,”I am the proud owner of Ds!” Second time into the damask room, but armed with the next size up – and the biggest the store sold. As I struggled to do up the clasp behind me, I realized that this cup didn’t quite fit properly, either. Since when was a bra supposed to resemble the Golden Gate Bridge spanning two mountains! I stared into the mirror in disbelief. What happens when you don’t fit the largest size the store makes? Does the brassiere alphabet stop at D? I whisked myself past all the cute little colourful pushups that I would never fit again and found the nearest salesgirl. “Where do you shop if you are larger than a D cup?”, I asked in desperation. She pointed across the street, “Over there, at the speciality shop.

One hour, 2 bras and 264CAD later, I was fully aware just how far down the alphabet bras sizes go. I will never regret the choice to “go big”, I will however, have to adjust my budget to accommodate my brand new Es!

Fake Tits. I’ve been dreaming about getting some for a the better part of a decade; continually envious of deep cleavage and longing for some curves that fill up a bra properly! So, after a month of research and not a thought about my credit limit – I finally DID IT! And baby, are they fabulous! The actually surgery lasted about an hour and post op healing took a good two weeks but if I were to do it all again – I would have only done it sooner! I went from an A cup to a D cup and according to all the girlfriends, my sister and mother, plastic surgeon and co-workers…it seems as if I was born to the wrong size of boobs! The Ds look as if they were supposed to have been there all along! A fantastic fit! I have to admit that I love touching, squeezing, and rubbing them – they feel so nice! And damn, do they look good under a t-shirt! Having gone from almost nothing to VaVaVaVoom – feels nothing more than natural! I actually feel good being naked with a lover, whereas before – the bra would be the last thing to come off (in the dark) and the first thing to struggle back into (before the lights came back on). Although the stitches are still dissolving and I’m still wearing a 1950s version of a support bra – I know that I made the right choice for myself… and for all the future bikinis I can finally own!