Caroline squinted at Joanna in the smoky light of the dim bar. "What? What woman doesn't have tits?" She looked down. "I mean, I've got tiny little ones and guys still seem to like mine."
"Not as much as they like Asha's," said Joanna. "They're ginormous. They're practically in their own zip code. I just don't understand."
Caroline shook her head, her wine swishing in her glass. "The only thing that matters to me is that you've got the works down there." She sent Joanna a small, devilish smile before taking Joanna's hand and leading her onto the dance floor. "And besides," she shouted over the music, "why would it matter to you if guys like your titless figure? You're with me, right?"
Joanna shook her head, making it look like she was bouncing around to the music pounding around them. "Never mind." Caroline would never understand that despite the fact that she was lesbian, it still hurt when guys cat-called other girls at the bar and not her. It felt like being picked last for dodgeball in seventh grade. Imitation may have been overrated, and silicone tits might be incredibly uncomfortable to lay on, but just for a moment, Joanna wanted to feel like a woman, not just an oversized pre-teen.
Caroline gave her a funny look when they were coming out of the bar. "You seem quiet," she said on the drive home. "What's up?"
Crossing her legs, Joanna sighed. "Could you... do me a favor?" she asked. At Caroline's inquisitive nod, she continued, "When we get home, can you let me try on one of your bras? I just want to find out what it feels like against my skin."
A few minutes later, Caroline and Joanna were standing in front of the full length mirror on the back of Joanna's door. "Not bad," Caroline said, running her fingertips up Joanna's back. "You'll fill it out someday, sweetie. Just be patient." She gently nuzzled the skin on Joanna's neck. "Now, I know something that'll make you forget all about bras or any kind of clothing at all..."