The Hamlet Project

I’ve been having bra trouble. The super expensive fancy bras I bought 4 years ago have finally been stretched out beyond any reasonable usability. I’ve been putting off the purchasing of more bras. It takes time and attention I haven’t had to buy my curiously difficult to find size. But the trouble has gotten more and more extreme as time goes by. It’s not just that the bras don’t look good under my shirts anymore, no, no. At rehearsal, as I attempt a physical feat or standard roll, I find the cups inching up over my breasts – creating a sort of quadrabreast pack requiring me to rescue my girls from bondage and replace them in their cups. While attempting a lazy relaxation exercise, I found myself caught in the underwire of my bra. Then, there was that game of tennis. That ill fated horrible game of tennis.