Friday started off cold and clear here in the Northeast. As on all ski days, I planned to underdress for the day, but as the wife was up when I left, I had to put my bra and forms on after leaving the house. So, several blocks away, I’m stripped from the waist up, putting on my soft cup, lace, pocket bra, Burrrr.
I enjoyed the 2 hour ride north to Waterville. Several sections of roadway were quite bumpy and afforded the wonderful jiggle we love. Two toll booths and their attendants didn’t show any interest.
As I drove, I made up my mind that I would change into a different bra when I arrived, one that I could slip my forms into should I decide to ski with some feminine shape. 
At Waterville, I changed from jeans and a turtleneck into ski clothes. I selected a red Secret Treasures bra, that had C cups to fit my forms, and yet had flat stretchy material to cup my small natural breast. It was cold, and I knew I would be taking many stops to warm up. My new ski pants fit well, were comfortable and warm. At -5F and 20-40 MPH winds, it was only 2 runs until I returned to the lodge for warming. At that time I decided to put my forms in. Had to undress a little more than I planned to get them positioned properly. The first attempt at just dropping them into the cups nearly resulted in one falling right through, something I didn’t want to happen on the slopes.
Had to tighten the band a notch as insurance against fallout. I was thinking ahead to lunch, and wondering if I could wear the forms without my ski jacket and not attract too much attention. I never plan on putting myself in an uncomfortable position, as I do this for enjoyment, not to add stress. Taking a quick look at my chest, I was shocked! My new bib ski pants with straps formed a frame for my breasts! Well, I couldn’t see sitting across from some MILF
with a couple kids looking like that, so I would have to remove my forms for lunch.Skiing was great. The slight weight shift (2 pounds on my chest) didn’t affect my skiing (It had in the past),
and the winter conditions were perfect. Rides on the lift were fun, once sitting next to a good looking woman, talking all the way, with my quite well developed chest pushing my parka out. Wonder what she thought? 
At lunch I removed forms, eat, and went back to the slopes without forms for a few runs, before my planned early departure to check out several used clothing stores on the way home. 3-4 runs later I changed, putting on a sheer, underwired bra (Sears) that provided very good projection. Under my turtleneck jersey, there was no mistaking this guy had some good sized breasts. On to the stores.
Went to three stores and found little of interest. One had a Cupid girdle I should have bought. Another had a size 20T wedding dress I would have liked to try, but I’m not real comfortable with the store keeper, as several years ago she muttered something about the warm weather bringing out all kinds.
In Manchester I went to a small boutique where there were 2 gals (workers) and 2 guys hanging about. Just didn’t feel comfortable there, so didn’t stay long. Across the street there was a consignment store where I found 3 formal dresses I would have liked to try, but it was now getting late. They also had a couple wedding dresses I would have liked to try on. Maybe another time.Can’t wait for another ski day!
Susann
just barely fit in the pockets. So the plan was to wear this ill-fitting bra and forms to FoH and find one of theirs that fits well. 
That was good!
