Empty Cups

She put on her bra, and sighed . It didn’t fit, couldn’t fit, because she had nothing to fill it with. She could still remember the first time she had wore one as a young boy. She had snuck into her mother’s room and put it on. She realized she had the same problem now as she had then, nothing to fill the empty cups. The only outfit of her mother’s that had looked “right” was her bathing suit, as it had a padded top.

It took her a long time to acknowledge that she wanted the breasts, and the bottom part too, rather than just the ability to wear the bra. But, she recently had decided life was too short to deny her true self any longer.

She finished dressing, and grabbed a small piece of paper from the counter, and for the first time that day, she smiled.

“Thanks to you, soon, my empty cups will be filling.” she said to the prescription in her hand.

She kissed the paper, slipped it into her purse, and went out.