53.3 Reorientation

With the strike of her hammer, Lise's body moved with the force she exerted. With sports bras not being a thing here yet, her large assets threatened to spill out of her bindings every time she moved in a burst of speed. Despite being under a t-shirt, I could tell that those things weren't getting enough support. Even as a dude, I could tell those would be painful.

That simply won't do. "Hey, are your bindings tight enough?"

Lise looked at me quizzically, "Bindings? I'm not injured, though?"

Huh? Seriously? "I meant your other bindings," I clarified motioning to my own chest for emphasis.

My sister placed her hammer down on the anvil, her head tilting in clear confusion as she stared at me. "I don't get it."

It took everything in my power not to place my palm on my forehead in such a response.