Bridesmaid's Dress Disaster

At my older brother Bobby's wedding back in the summer of 2004, I was a bridesmaid. I was just shy of 19 then. Somehow the dresses got mixed up or something, because mine didn't quite fit in the front. It was a little too loose and therefore too revealing. Since our dresses were also backless, I was going to try wearing a Natural Bra, a brand I hadn't worn before.

With no time to really spare in the rush before the wedding while getting dressed, I used some of the adhesives from the Natural Bra and applied them to the front as well, the theory being to give it a little more support to help hold my dress in place. It seemed to work fine. Except during the bouquet toss. Maybe it was all the dancing and perspiration by that point. Because when I jumped UP to try to catch the bouquet, the top of my dress decided to fall DOWN. The Natural Bra held. The problem was it held to the dress instead of to my breasts!

[This, by the way, was entirely my fault. Nothing wrong with the product itself.]

Since we were facing away from most of the guest tables not too many people noticed. But unfortunately for me some of the guests that did included my new sister-in-law Kris' young teenage male cousins - who wanted to take pictures of the bouquet toss - as well as, I would find out later, the video photographer.

Kris got the video guy to blur my toplessness after she and Bobby got their video copy before additional copies were made for about three dozen family members and guests. But it was too late to stop people from seeing the initial copies that went out to not only my rotten ex-stepdad, but also to his two brothers, sister and their families; Kris' parents and grandparents; Kris' three aunts, two uncles and their families; and to my grandparents on my mom's side.

It was only a couple seconds flash before I quickly pulled up the top of my dress. Kris had initially teased us with a fake over the shoulder toss, causing some of us to jump up. That's when the front of my dress came down off my breasts. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, but with no one immediately in front of me, I was horrified when I first saw how the video showed my breasts not only being initially exposed but then remaining exposed as I jumped and reached up again a second or so later when Kris made the real toss. Needless to say, the jumping up and down had my bare boobs freely bouncing about for several seconds until a bridesmaid standing next to me franctically tapped me on the shoulder.

Someone told me later I should have never have did what I did and that I should have only applied the adhesives to the breast-side of the bra. Of course had the dress been properly fitted that would have made total sense to me at the time. But it also meant I had fewer adhesives on the inside of the bra, too, wish was a bad error on my part.

We still had a few hours to go after that and I wasn't about to not dance the rest of the night out of fear. So I spent most of the night after that clutching the top of my dress as warranted without any major exposure. At the end of the night, though, when we were carrying gifts and sweets to our cars, everything fell down again while I was carrying a silver platter full of cookies in my hands, right in front of a couple of waiters. I couldn't drop the platter, nor cover myself. I had to just grin and bare it, calling my cousin Molly over to take the platter from me before I could cover myself.

I also wasn't the only family member who was blushing that day, though.

My best friend Libby caught the bouquet and my younger brother Matt (who had just turned 16), and who always had a huge crush on Libby while he was growing up, tried so hard a few minutes later to catch the garter that he slipped and split the seat of his pants. The Maid of Honor got them stitched up for him, but not before one of our aunts and our cousin Molly (she's Matt's age) walked into an adjacent powder room and caught Matt, literally, with his pants down. Actually, not down, but off!

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