@SpatzieLover, one memorable day when I was quite small I watched my mother getting dressed, which she always did halfway in her closet, with her back to me. She had her blouse nearly buttoned when I asked her to stop and turn around. I said, “Can I see what’s under that? ” Looking a little bit wary, she unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing a slip, as usual.
“What’s under that”? I asked. Even more hesitantly, obviously not knowing what to say, she removed the slip. I stared at her bra. There were two of them!—whatever they were. I was boggled! Whatever she had there that stuck out in front, I had always thought it was a single solid shelf.
“What’s under that?” I persisted.
“I think that’s far enough,” she told me, and proceeded to get dressed.
Thanks, Mum. I’ve got your figure now.