My girlfriend and I volunteer at a busy soup kitchen on Saturdays. Recently, at the end of the day, she said to me with a sly smirk, “you are an exhibitionist.” I asked her what she meant. She said, “I can see through your shirt.”
I had checked myself in the mirror before I left home. I checked again after she and I spoke. I saw no signs. Then I turned around. The outline of the clips and straps of a bra that she bought for me recently were poking and clearly noticeable through the fabric of my shirt.
I wonder how many others noticed.
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