Amurehna

I don't think I want to recount the first half because it was kind of...pornographic and that makes me uncomfortable. The last half had to do with a clothing store/sewer. The scenery was vivid at the time but I can't remember it now. I try to get past this young woman and her friends. She keeps making fun of me.
"Why don't you like me?"
I see myself as she sees me and I'm a little disgusted. I've always been well endowed in the chest area, but to her it looks grotesque. I'm wearing a pale green shirt, my breasts look huge.
"You're disgusting, that's why." She looks me over critically and I feel a stab of shame. "You're not even wearing a bra!"
"What do you mean, of course I'm wearing a bra." When I see myself from her point of view it's obvious I'm not, but as soon as I say that I am. She grabs one of my breasts and I slap her hand away.
"Fine, turn around." She rolls her eyes and exchanges a meanly amused look with her friends. "You're not wearing it tightly enough."
I frown and I decide to leave. She mutters something and I yell back at her.
"I'm only a 36--" I realize that isn't true, "A 3...a 32G."
"She can't even remember her size, obviously she's lying."
"I'm not, you can look at the tag on my bra if you don't believe me."
"That isn't necessary."
"Why do you have to be so mean, I only wanted your help. Is it so difficult to help someone instead of ridiculing them?"
She frowns and stares at the floor then smiles a little, it seems genuine.
"Fine. Whenever you get to the end of the road, go and see Dr.______, he can help you."
"Thank you so much."
"Whatever. Don't talk to me again."

I remember pushing a cart through a clothing store and thinking that I need to buy some shorts for summer. I wonder if they have anything I like.