Years ago, I got my first corporate job as an intern at a big insurance company. It wasn’t anything special pretty much all paper work and boring time at my desk. The pay wasn’t half bad, but I was eager to leave soon.
A little about me, when I was 20 years old I was a whole lot perkier. Smaller waist and ass, but my breast never got the memo. I was a little too busty to hide, particularly in working clothes. I was fairly careful, but at some point I was tired of wearing the same old boring outfits.
Also, I was pretty upset with the fact that body types would dictate what is or isn’t allowed at work. Like the rules were a whole lot different for flat chested woman ๐ I knew I was handing in my resignation by the end of the week, so I would get a little wilder for my last few days. Unfortunately, I never got there…
I came in on Monday with a white top, a little black skirt and purple heels. It was the first time I showed my stomach at work, but it felt fairly appropriate. The day went by slowly as always, I didn’t get any looks or anything. I had to work later since there was a lot of people on vacation.