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Oops i lost my bikini3/7/2024 The second arm, whoosh, my hand up my sleeve and I grab the strap: I can almost taste the freedom. A quick look around to check no one has noticed - seems like I'm in the clear, of course I was sitting comfortably at the back of the class. Then with a swift and skilled move, my right hand up the sleeve of my left arm to pull the strap down and free it from my arm. So, I start digging under my layers of clothes, sticking my arm in the neck of my sweater to get the straps off my shoulders. I don't actually need any support in the bust area gravity has no impact on these puppies. To fill you in, I only wear bras for the idea of it. There was an hour to go until the break, and the hooks were bugging me, so I decided to quietly take it off. I was 16, sitting in a particularly dull class at school when my bra clasp decided to undo itself. It was a long time ago, but some traumas just stay with you forever. So much for making a good first impression! 3. Realizing that he actually had my escaped sexy stocking in his hand, he dropped it like it had burned him and took a hasty step backwards, tripping on the bottom step of the stairs. My brother-in-law, not realizing what had happened, thought I had dropped something and tried to pick it up for me. Halfway down the stairs, one of my stockings gave up any attempt to hang on and floated happily to my ankle. Every time I was sure no one was looking, I pulled the elastic back up as high as I could, and if that wasn't possible I scurried off to the bathroom to rearrange myself there.Įventually, the evening came to an end and they walked us downstairs to the door. I had never worn stockings before and it seems that my legs aren't designed to keep them up. Pretty quickly into the dinner I began to realise that the stockings were not the best choice ever. The day came when my new brother and sister-in-law invited us over for dinner, and I decided to wear my new red stockings that my love had bought me (oh new love, remember that feeling?). My boyfriend and I moved in together after a very short whirlwind romance and I had not yet met his family. So a BIG THANKS to my girls on this one! Some of the stories, however, are mine - but now you'll never know which ones (insert evil laugh here)! No seriously though, my dad reads all my articles. Not all of the below stories are mine! I called on my legion of embarrassing/embarrassed girlfriends, bribed them with tea and biscuits and asked them to share their stories with me for this article. Need I say more?īefore you set up a support fund for me and my disastrously embarrassing life, don't worry. And let's not forget that weddings also involve two of the most effective ingredients for creating embarrassing disaster situations: Alcohol and dancing. So chances are, we're uncomfortable from the get-go and wearing underwear we wouldn't wish upon our worst enemies. As for the wedding, most of us feel the need to bring out the agonizing shapewear, and any possibly-visible bra straps need to be fancy and pretty. We are at the mercy of a total stranger who measures and stares at our boobs, which is a move we certainly would not accept in everyday life. In the fitting room, one is in a vulnerable position - half naked, trying on underwear that often doesn't fit well or look good. Whilst researching horribly embarrassing stories in preparation for Valentine's Day, I discovered that there are two particular situations that seem to bring about the worst lingerie disasters: The fitting-room and the wedding.
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