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The topic came up one afternoon after a particularly rigorous gym class.

“Geez, you really need to start wearing a bra, Videl,” Erasa chided. “You may not be a D-cup, but those things still jiggle around enough to give any red-blooded boy a heart attack.”

She’d expected her best friend to blush and stammer, or to punch her in the shoulder. What she hadn’t expected was the look of sheer confusion that spread over Videl’s face.

“...What’s a bra?”

Once it became clear that the girl wasn’t joking, they managed to hash things out. Videl’s mother had died when she was young, Erasa knew that, but she hadn’t realized what a huge gap this had created in Videl’s feminine education. Mr. Satan had taught her nothing beyond the sex talk, and even that had just been the big man breaking down crying and begging her never to have any. And nearly everyone who frequented their house and gym was a man.

“I thought I was dying the first time I got my period,” Videl moaned, burying her face in her hands. “Thank god for our school nurse.”

“Well anyway, you’re definitely too developed to keep running around braless,” Erasa insisted, dragging the conversation back to the immediate problem. “Tell you what, you’ve got a little money on you, right? Let’s head to the mall and get you stocked up.”

So she dragged Videl down to a nice clothing shop, chattering aimlessly about sizes and brands. Videl immediately gravitated to the cheapest, plain white models—”I mean, it’s just underwear”—despite Erasa’s best efforts to steer her away—”But you might as well have fun with it!” Eventually they compromised, and Videl wound up with a stack half white and half patterned.

Videl was all ready to pay and be done with it, but Erasa insisted she use the changing room. They didn’t really know Videl’s size, after all, and better to double-check now instead of having to wait in the returns line later.

“Come on, just get it over with!” giggled Erasa, shoving her protesting friend into the little room. “Don’t be such a sissy.”

And then she waited.

And waited.

And...waited? Videl should’ve been done by then...

Erasa was just about to knock when she heard Videl’s voice from the other side of the door, uncharacteristically timid. “...Erasa...?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you...um, could you come in here, please?”

Erasa was dumbfounded—Videl would hardly want to model for her, would she? Nevertheless, she turned the knob and gingerly stepped inside.

Videl was topless and bent nearly double, long black hair trailing messily down her beet-red face. A blue polka-dotted bra was hanging halfway off of her breasts as Videl struggled to cinch it behind her back. She was breathing heavily, gazing up at Erasa with a pitifully pleading look.

For god’s sake, where did the toughest chick in the schoolyard get off looking so damn moe?

“I can’t figure out how to get it on,” she mumbled, mortified.

There was a lump in Erasa’s throat too big for her to laugh past. She’d seen Videl changing before, of course, but that was in a locker room surrounded by dozens of other girls. This felt...different. Private.

She had to distract herself.

“Oh, is that all?” she tried nervously, quickly striding past Videl and positioning herself behind her. If nothing else, it blocked her from looking at Videl’s chest. “Hmm, yeah, it was quite a trick the first time I had to do it...”

Erasa carefully took the straps from Videl’s hands, shivering at the momentary contact with the girl’s muscular back. Then, taking a deep breath, she eased the bra around until it was completely backwards, the ends of the straps underneath Videl’s breasts and the cups over her shoulderblades.

“Sometimes it helps to hook it in front and then shift it back around.” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

Hesitantly, Videl took the ends of the straps out of Erasa’s fingers and began working at the clasp, peering intently at it. Erasa kept her eyes shut until she heard Videl give an excited squeak.

“There you go!” Erasa trilled encouragingly, forcing herself to look to ensure that it was hooked correctly, although the thought of Videl’s bare chest had her palpitating even before she saw it. Energized by her triumph, Videl grabbed the base of the bra and yanked it around until it settled into place. She proceeded to examine it, pulling at the fabric and adjusting it every which way, brow furrowed intently.

“Is it supposed to be like this?” she asked, concerned.

Erasa was Videl’s friend, and anyway Videl’s little ladies were all covered up now, so she bent down to stare intently at the problem area. A hand automatically came up to examine by touch, as she would have done to herself in this situation, but she managed to snatch it back in time.

“It...looks a little too tight,” she stated. “But it’s up to you. If you’re having trouble breathing, then it’s definitely too tight.”

Videl inhaled to test it out, chest rising and then falling as the air was released. Erasa began to stand up, almost bumping Videl’s chin. They were awfully close together.

“I think you’re right,” Videl murmured close to her friend’s ear, lost in thought. A few locks of hair were still trailing down Videl’s front, one absently tucked into the corner of the bra. Erasa reached out to move it, and suddenly the proximity and the strength of Videl’s scent were overpowering. “It does feel—”

Erasa pressed her lips against hers.

It was impulsive, and gentle, and she came to her senses within moments. But no sooner did she end the kiss than Videl came crashing back into her, hands interlocking around the back of Erasa’s head and forcing her down so hard that their teeth collided. Videl had her against the wall in an instant, smothering her mouth with bruising pressure with her breasts in that too-tight bra plastered against Erasa’s.

Then Videl reared back with a huge gasp of breath, eyes wide with terror. “I—” she fumbled momentarily, then yanked her hands away and turned her back. “I—I—I think I get it now, um, about how to put them on. So, uh, I’ll see if any of these others are the right size, and, uh, we’ll finish up shopping and go home, ‘kay?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d walked out or been pushed, but the next thing Erasa knew she was on the other side of the door.

As she prepared to wait again, it suddenly struck Erasa that this whole thing could’ve been avoided if she’d just given Videl a sports bra.

But then, she decided, tracing her smile with a fingertip, she would’ve missed out on all the fun.

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