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Tuesday, May 25th, 2010I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now usually I can’t buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try.
Opening the door I was greeted by a little bell announcing my arrival and welcomed by a striking lady, who I assumed to be the owner, while another lady sat in a chair nearby. With a smile she welcomed me in French, and I replied in English that I was interested in the prints in the window.
Looking me up and down, she asked “a size 4?” “No” I replied, “I’m a size 6″. “Follow me” she said, as we headed to the back and the changing rooms. Upon entering the room I noticed it was nothing like the changing rooms I was used to. It had lamps and a small sofa, which gave it a continental touch. She motioned to me to remove my clothes so that she could get the correct measurements, and when she saw that I was braless, she remarked “no bra? Oh but you need the support. That is a D cup, no?” “No” I replied “a C cup”, as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a flight and the straps were hurting my shoulders. As she proceeded to take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn’t help notice that her eyes kept returning to my breasts, but my gaydar radar didn’t tell me she was a lesbian, and I can usually tell because I’m a lesbian.
