I recently learned the limitations of girl bras and boy pants.
I was cleaning out a friend’s car recently, wearing my girl bra, and noticed that I was just a moment away from losing one to gravity. (I was upside-down, essentially, grabbing crap out from under the seat.)
This is not a problem one has when wearing a sports bra. Things may start to eek out, but they don’t just flat-out fall out.
At almost the same moment, Jenn announced that she was about to lose her pants. (Hips+ Boy Pants apparently means that things don’t always stay where they belong on that front either.)
(For those of you who are confused about who Jenn is, she is the partner of my BFF. She is not my girlfriend. Though many in the area assume she is. Especially the guy at the 7-11 where we buy water on our walks.)
For those of you who have been tracking the progress of my girl-bra transition, this is the second failure I’ve found, thus-far. The other was hitting golf balls. But I suppose I should have sported the sports bra for that one, since golf is technically a sport. Even though it so isn’t.
