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Most women don't forget their first bra.
The first bra is a unique and special experience: in addition to reinforcing the bond between mother and daughter, it marks a transition to adolescence.
More than that, it is one of the first steps for a girl to become a woman: the bra is a garment that only women wear - there is no similar garment for men, boys and... girls under 12 (no) 11 (no) 10 (no) 9 (no) 8 years - yes, they are starting to use earlier and earlier. Perhaps modern life is helping their development.
But how do we have to deal with this memory - or lack of it?
Most of us didn't get a bra from our mother (or someone else). We had to run after one, often hidden.
A boy who has the urge to try on a bra and asks his mother for a bra will certainly have his request refused.
In my case, when I was 11 years old, I noticed that girls at school started wearing bras. I was curious about that piece that only girls wore. I have a slightly older sister. One day, at home alone, I went to her room and found a training bra. White, plain - with a little bow between the cups. I wore it and I fell in love. I had to learn to adjust the straps and button it in the back.
Although I don't have it anymore, I remember it perfectly.
I don't know if that bra was my sister's first bra. What I did know is that my first bra wasn't my first bra. It wasn't mine, they didn't give it to me. I just borrowed it on the sly and I should return it to the owner's drawer.
Despite that, whenever I could I tried on that bra - and others. I remember the first black bra I ever wore, the first pink bra I ever wore, the first padded bra I ever wore, and even the first lace bra I ever wore. All were my sister's.
Some of her bras I managed to "deflect" for me. She believes to this day that they were donated. I managed to hide them and sometimes I even went to school with them.
After a while I managed to buy my own bras - but I'll get to that in a moment.
But many boys had the opportunity to receive a bra.
At events like Halloween, womanless beauty pageants, punishments or other games, boys have already been given a bra to wear. In this chance, some boys fell in love with the bra.
Amazingly, some mothers have already proposed and even given a bra to sons with gynecomastia. This is perhaps the closest recollection of most women's experiences of the first bra.
Many spend their teenage years wanting to try on a bra - with luck, some manage to try on their sister's, cousin's or mother's bras.
Others have to wait until adulthood to get their own bras.
The first bra I bought for myself was a black lace bralette with hooks and lace straps.
I remember when I bought it and it is one of my favorites and I still have it today. Over time, I built up my collection of bralettes, push-ups, black, white, pink, blue, red...
Our memories are an important part of our life. Our first bra is definitely part of that.
It doesn't matter if you were presented with a bra, if you borrowed it from your sister or if you bought it yourself: the first bra we never forget!
- Do you remember the first bra you wore?
- Do you remember the first bra you bought?
- Would you like these memories to be different?
I'm looking forward to the answers
Sincerely,
Marie Claire
The first bra I ever wore was when I was 11 or 12 years old and found one of my mom’s bras in the laundry hamper. After that first time time I would regularly check the hamper to see if there were any of her bras I could wear. One day she caught me trying one on but didn’t make a big deal of it; of course I was hugely embarrassed.
The first bra I ever purchased was when I was 24 years old. I was in the Army at training course at Fort McClellan, Alabama and ended up buying two Playtex bras at a mini post exchange one afternoon. I bought two because I thought I would give myself away by just buying one. I was terrified that someone would question what I was doing, but no one seemed notice, or if they did they didn’t say anything.
No, I don’t think I’d like either of these memories to be different.
I had been wearing panty's since I was about 8 or 9 when I found a pair of my mom's and loved the way they felt, but it wasn't till I was married quite a few years later when I was doing laundry and tried on one of my x-wifes bras it felt nice, the first bra I bought was a Playtex bra style 4693 and that started my love of wearing a bra. I drove truck and would always started early in the morning and most of the time I went to work dressed,sometime fully. It was always a little scary to get to my truck and hooked up and get going to not be seen, but after it was fun driving like that, and still do it now and then will get dressed and drive in the morning to do some errands before it gets to light out...
The first bra I wore was my sisters training bra when I was 5 years old. I always put it on when I wore her yellow satin and taffeta party dress. The first bra I bought was when I was 18. I had gone to Salt Lake with some friends and we were cruising on State Street when I spotted a lingerie store. It was Betty’s Bra Bar. I faked like I was sick and was going to walk back to out hotel. I made a detour and went inside. A very nice sales lady helped me pick out a matching black bra, panty, and garter belt. I then selected some black stockings. She let me know they had a sale on panties and she helped me pick out five pair. I couldn’t wait to get back to my hotel room and try everything on. It was thrilling and exciting given the risk of my friends coming back while I was wearing my new lingerie. I managed to change back and hide my purchases before they came to check on me. I’ll never forget the sales lady being so kind and helpful while knowing I was shopping for myself.
Oh my, what a great article and what a great trip back down memory lane!
While I honestly don't remember the very first bra that I ever wore (other than it was one of my mom's), it was probably not anything fancy. Most likely it came from Sears or Wards, so it was probably a white underwired support bra with perhaps some lace on the cups, simple straps, and 1 or 2 hooks on the back. I was about 6 or 7 at the time.
But that doesn't really matter, does it? What matters is that once I slipped on her bra, and then figured out how to stuff the cups so that it looked like I had breasts of my own, then I knew it was right for me! I felt an inner peace and joy and contentment that boys weren't supposed to feel, and especially not if that feeling came from putting on lingerie. Yet I knew that that was to be my path in life. From that time forward I experimented further with my mom's panties, girdle (oh how I wish I still had that wonderful garment!), stockings, slips, and more, and then expanded into her wardrobe, her makeup and jewelry, her high heels, and her wigs.
Whenever I had the chance, I would go into her room and become the lady of the house while she was out. I would even dress up as mom when I was watching my younger brothers, telling them that since mom was out of the house, I was the lady of the house and they had to listen to me. It was a wonderful introduction to expressing my femininity!
My first bra that I actually purchased for myself was when I was 19 years old. I had moved into my own apartment, so was now able to build my feminine wardrobe for myself, And I didn't have to hide it either! The bra was an underwired, white lace, back closure bra with a Spandex band around the chest, adjustable straps, nylon tricot cups and polyester fiberfill, size 36C from JC Penney. Pretty white lace covered the tricot cups and I felt so feminine as I bought it, especially knowing that this was for me! And this was in the days before the Internet, so I had to buy it myself. I made up some story about helping my mom shop (which I'm sure the sales lady didn't believe at all, but hey, a sale is a sale) and felt a rush of relief and excitement when it she rang it up and I paid for it. I took the bag with MY BRA in it and walked out of the store to my car and put my new bra on under my shirt, so that I could wear it back to my apartment. As I drove home, I kept looking around, as if all the other drivers could tell I was wearing a bra, but of course that was just my fear, which also added to the excitement of finally wearing a bra out in public!
And I've never looked back since!
When I first started trying on mum's underwear I wasn't interested in her bras ,used to be panties, girdles, stockings ,and slips . when I bought my own items again first of all a set of black panties ,black suspender belt and black stockings ,could n't wait to get home (wife still at work ) and try them on ,must admit can't remember when I bought my first bra , but now and for many years it has been the most important item of my cd ,i don't feel right when not wearing one ,I now have a collection of over 30 of all colours and types ,and just love the feel and pleasure wearing a bra gives me .
When I first started trying on mum's underwear I wasn't interested in her bras ,used to be panties, girdles, stockings ,and slips . when I bought my own items again first of all a set of black panties ,black suspender belt and black stockings ,could n't wait to get home (wife still at work ) and try them on ,must admit can't remember when I bought my first bra , but now and for many years it has been the most important item of my cd ,i don't feel right when not wearing one ,I now have a collection of over 30 of all colours and types ,and just love the feel and pleasure wearing a bra gives me .
I didn't get the chance to wear a bra until I was in my mid 20's and it was my wife's, with her permission. I don't really remember what it looked like but I will always remember when I bought my first bra. It was a Wonderbra, black lace with no underwire, and yes I still own it.
Since that time I have purchased so many over the years that it's hard to keep track. I have everything from longline to push-up and everything in between but I will never forget the rush of buying that first Wonderbra knowing that it was mine.
I didn't get the chance to wear a bra until I was in my mid 20's and it was my wife's, with her permission. I don't really remember what it looked like but I will always remember when I bought my first bra. It was a Wonderbra, black lace with no underwire, and yes I still own it.
Since that time I have purchased so many over the years that it's hard to keep track. I have everything from longline to push-up and everything in between but I will never forget the rush of buying that first Wonderbra knowing that it was mine.
Like most of us without sisters in the family, my first bra try on was my Mum's. Once I got to my early teens, come winter and weekends I refused to go to the family holiday home by the sea, cos there was "nothing to do"
That left me alone for the whole weekend and so, after they had left, it was straight into Mum's lingerie drawer. I loved her bras, open bottom girdles with suspender tabs and loved attaching the stockings to them. Tennis balls for breasts had to be an itchy substitute for forms but I loved every minute of it.
I also used to try on her ball gowns and other dresses and got "caught fair and square" one night when some relatives came to check on me..
Copped the stern lecture from my father about "boys not doing that sort of thing".
It was worse for my Mum, cos I had a thing about strapless bras and cut the straps off one of hers.... She did not say much but I guess she never wore it again. I can still remember it was a pale blue one.
In terms of my first ever bra bought as an adult, throughout my loooonnggg business career, I was the "company rep", initially just around Australian capital cities and later lots of overseas trips. Of course the lingerie shops in these cities were a magnet for me...
Early trips I'd buy a bra and panty set and on fear of discovery, dump the lot before I returned home. (Back them I was married to someone who hated anything to do with Caty witha passion).
Eventually I stopped that and started to "keep my stash" in a hidey hole at my workplace. ( IE a rather large factory with lots of the above).
Back then (surprise surprise) I was quite a bit slimmer so I ended up with a lovely lacy "Hickory" bra size 16B, with rice in panty hose for boobs.....
Cut to today and I have a VERY extensive lingerie collection of all the lovely lacy and frilly things one can imagine. Plus I've graduated to an18 C Cup and "upscale" silicon forms.
But deep down in my current "stash", I still have that "Hickory" Bra. Made here in Oz in those days too...Its rather tired and worn, but it still gives me smiles about the times I wore it. Especially with my ex rental bridal gowns on over the top of it.....
Happy dressing everyone and thanks Marie Claire for "the trip down Memory Lane"
Caty
Like most of us without sisters in the family, my first bra try on was my Mum's. Once I got to my early teens, come winter and weekends I refused to go to the family holiday home by the sea, cos there was "nothing to do"
That left me alone for the whole weekend and so, after they had left, it was straight into Mum's lingerie drawer. I loved her bras, open bottom girdles with suspender tabs and loved attaching the stockings to them. Tennis balls for breasts had to be an itchy substitute for forms but I loved every minute of it.
I also used to try on her ball gowns and other dresses and got "caught fair and square" one night when some relatives came to check on me..
Copped the stern lecture from my father about "boys not doing that sort of thing".
It was worse for my Mum, cos I had a thing about strapless bras and cut the straps off one of hers.... She did not say much but I guess she never wore it again. I can still remember it was a pale blue one.
In terms of my first ever bra bought as an adult, throughout my loooonnggg business career, I was the "company rep", initially just around Australian capital cities and later lots of overseas trips. Of course the lingerie shops in these cities were a magnet for me...
Early trips I'd buy a bra and panty set and on fear of discovery, dump the lot before I returned home. (Back them I was married to someone who hated anything to do with Caty witha passion).
Eventually I stopped that and started to "keep my stash" in a hidey hole at my workplace. ( IE a rather large factory with lots of the above).
Back then (surprise surprise) I was quite a bit slimmer so I ended up with a lovely lacy "Hickory" bra size 16B, with rice in panty hose for boobs.....
Cut to today and I have a VERY extensive lingerie collection of all the lovely lacy and frilly things one can imagine. Plus I've graduated to an18 C Cup and "upscale" silicon forms.
But deep down in my current "stash", I still have that "Hickory" Bra. Made here in Oz in those days too...Its rather tired and worn, but it still gives me smiles about the times I wore it. Especially with my ex rental bridal gowns on over the top of it.....
Happy dressing everyone and thanks Marie Claire for "the trip down Memory Lane"
Caty
I remember noticing when the girls in my class started wearing bras and how I would try to see their outlines through their shirts and guess who wore what size. I was so curious that I started going into my mother's underwear drawer and trying on her bras. There were two in particular that stood out, both in beige. Soon her 34A's weren't enough for me and I will admit to becoming a great "bra thief." Girls in my high school who were going on trips would leave their bags in one particular staircase. I would check out the name tags and decide if I wanted one of their bras. Later on in college it was way too easy to get bras and I was thrilled with one particular bra belonging to the girl whose chest I wanted for myself.
In hindsight I feel badly about the stealing and for leaving all those women "hanging."
I remember noticing when the girls in my class started wearing bras and how I would try to see their outlines through their shirts and guess who wore what size. I was so curious that I started going into my mother's underwear drawer and trying on her bras. There were two in particular that stood out, both in beige. Soon her 34A's weren't enough for me and I will admit to becoming a great "bra thief." Girls in my high school who were going on trips would leave their bags in one particular staircase. I would check out the name tags and decide if I wanted one of their bras. Later on in college it was way too easy to get bras and I was thrilled with one particular bra belonging to the girl whose chest I wanted for myself.
In hindsight I feel badly about the stealing and for leaving all those women "hanging."
Wow. I have to go back when was 13 when i snuck in my sister's drawer but I bought my first bra at age 19. It's been on and off since then. First bra was a Victoria secret angels bra 42b cup I bought during Christmas shopping for my girlfriend at the time.I bought two that day. At the time I was 6'1 175 at the time . I was a little shell shocked but I was relieved after six months. The girl was trying to come out then
Wow. I have to go back when was 13 when i snuck in my sister's drawer but I bought my first bra at age 19. It's been on and off since then. First bra was a Victoria secret angels bra 42b cup I bought during Christmas shopping for my girlfriend at the time.I bought two that day. At the time I was 6'1 175 at the time . I was a little shell shocked but I was relieved after six months. The girl was trying to come out then