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Sleeping in my bra

So why am I going to sleep wearing my bra?
Actually, it’s not so much about the going to sleep wearing it, it is more about the waking up. Which is why I choose a padded bra for overnight.

Dreams come true?

It is my greatest dream to be a girl. 
Imagine if I could go to bed as a man, make a wish, and wake up as a woman. 
Just thinking about that makes me smile. 
So what does that have to do with sleeping in a padded bra?

It’s that moment when you are just waking up and are not fully awake. Just for a moment, it is like my dream has come true. I’m aware of the shape, maybe my arm brushes the padded cups when I turn over and it’s as if I have woken up with breasts. Open my eyes and look down and there they are.

Except then I wake up properly and they aren’t. The cups are empty and because they’re very padded with a gel filling, there’s no sense of touch through them either and I very quickly remember I’m not an actual girl and it was just a dream.

On the plus side, overnight is the longest time I’ve ever worn a bra and it is really comfortable. The chest band isn’t tight and moves gently with my breathing, the shoulder straps have not cut in and the underwire hasn’t dug in either. Perfect fit! It goes to show that going for a bra fitting and getting properly measured for a bra that fits is worth it. 

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