Hilarious dress fittings with funny little tailor

The first person to ever touch my growing little boobs was our tailor..... When I was 12 and in my aunts wedding and had a gown made to wear. My mother brought me to the tailor who'd done all kinds of tailoring for our family for years and even some hemming on my fancy little dresses. He already had the fabric and needed to measure me. My mother dropped me off and he yelled at her "be back one hour" and off she went shopping.

He's asian with a very strong accent and hard to understand so he does a lot of pointing and gestures. He pulled at my dress saying "this comes off." It felt weird to take off my dress in front of this odd little old man so I was slow and he yelled "off off. hurry. don't have all day" I pulled off my dress and had on a camisole and bikinis. He looked at me and pulled at my panties saying this is ok but he pulled at my cami and said we'll see if I can measure over this for dress design.

He was such a weirdo it was awkward but not really scary. He measured around my chest, pulled out the cami neckline looking down at my little boobs and said "how long you growing boobies." I was just shaking my head cause I didn't know what he meant. He squeezed them and shaking them yelled "you have boobies last week or they new?" I said newish? He took all kinds of other measurements, yelling at me to stay still when I moved an inch, then looked at the pictures he had for the gown design and took more measurements.

He measured my chest again saying "See? They already grown more!" Exasperated he said "I have to make time fit you weekly to make sure measurements right". He asked "do you wear bra"? I didn't have one yet and shook my head. He grabbed my boobs again shaking them and said "get bra you wear with gown" "your boobies will be too big to be bare" he poked my nipples and said "these will stick out" "get proper bra!"

I was shocked more than embarrassed and just stood there as he wrote his notes (all in Chinese so i don't know what he wrote) He turned and looked at me and yelled "why you still naked" "i'm done with you" "put on clothes!!"

My mother returned and he yelled "bring her back one week" She tried to ask a question but he was already off doing something else. As we walked to the car she asked how it went, didn't I love the color" etc etc. I must have just looked confused because she said "yes, fittings are unusual with him but he is so good"

A week later my mother brought me right after my ballet class so i had on my leotard and tights. He looked exasperated and yelled "this what you wear with formal gown??" pulling at the leotard and tights. He just shook his head and pulled a muslin dress off the table and pulled it down over my head. He checked round and round, made marks and pinned pins then pulled it off me again shaking his head. He pulled at the leotard again and said "this must be off" and "don't take all day!"

I took off my leotard and stood there holding my arms across my bare chest. He pulled at my arms yelling how do i put on gown like this? "You think I don't see boobies all the time" "I see boobies all day long"

When the gown was on he pulled and pinned again, marking away. Then he pulled at the chest area of the gown and said "See stupid girl" "See how this doesn't fit now" "Get proper bra!"

By the next fitting my mother had bought me a training bra and he had the gown basted together roughly in the actual fabric. He turned me all around and stood me facing the mirror. My eyes went straight to my boobs and I tried to slouch because while my boobs were really small, I had puffy little nipples distinctly poking at the fabric. He poked my nipples yelling "see?" "You're naked!" "get proper bra!"

He went to his table and brought over fabrics that he slid between the gown fabric and my bare boobs checking each to see if my nipples were still showing through. He finally found one he approved of and complained he'd have to do more work and sew in the lining because I wouldn't get a proper bra.

When all was said and done, the gown was perfect, photos from the wedding are perfect and no puffy little nipples are poking from my small boobies. Hahaha! For someone who groped my boobs for weeks I never believed he was really trying to feel me up.

This story was so funny that I've told it a thousand times. Of course not until long after it happened because there was no way I'd tell anyone about it then but now everyone just laughs at it. Including me.

He's made and altered many garments for me over the years and I can tell you that every time I'm groped and yelled at in the same gruff way but somehow I've never felt violated. He died earlier this year and I had to make this "confession" to Mr C's memory.