Jack stood in his bedroom after another long day at work. With a sigh of relief, he peeled off his top, eager to free his breasts from the prison of his bra. The straps had been digging into his shoulders all day, leaving him sweaty, uncomfortable, and irritated. Thanks to the Great Shift, he had learned to live with being a woman. He could tolerate periods. He could tolerate men looking at him. He could even tolerate the unsettling fact that he sometimes found them attractive. But there was one thing he absolutely hated and doubted he would ever get used to: wearing a bra. As far as Jack was concerned, the "free the nipple" movement had been right all along.
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