Oh oh it's magic

My face is peeling. Sunburn. Good thing I have my Magic Bra on today. When I wear the Magic Bra, no one notices my face.

Mrs. F and Julie were over one weekend, and we were getting ready to go out. I was walking in around in the Magic Bra. All of a sudden, I notice the girls staring at my chest, mouths open.

Julie: What's up with your boobs?
Mrs. F: Totally, where did they come from?

I told them it was just my Magic Bra, but they seemed skeptical.

Friday night, after my beloved Yankees got bent over by the Padres, Curly and I went to Barramundi. I was getting us drinks when I noticed Curly getting huffy about the guy at the bar next to me. She mouthed that guy keeps looking down your shirt. I thought "awesome." I know, I know, objectification and all that. But this girl has never been known for her breasts. Ass, maybe, but definitely not the bosoms. Really, they're rather unremarkable. Except when they're hanging out in the Magic Bra. In the Magic Bra, they are legendary.