Recently I've been frequently asked, by passing men (and teenage boys) on the street to authenticate my rack. I've yet to come up with a short response that I am satisfied with so I have been resorting to scowls. Fortunately, I have a pretty effective scowl. What I find strange about this phenomenon is that this never happened before my breast reduction. Perhaps they just assumed that E cups were obviously fake, but my current D cup could go either way…
It's annoying now, but I'm sure I'll miss the cat-calling when my tits tuck into my skirt.
Effed by the Wind 