True story: I went to a fairly serious and high end steakhou..
🕑 Added 2023-07-05 04:06:14 +0000 UTC
True story: I went to a fairly serious and high end steakhouse for a July 4th lunch. Most people were dressed up. I wore like barely any clothing (as you can see, LOL).
You guys know that I love attention and I got it in multitudes. The place was crowded and eyes were all over me. I got a small table by the bar and I could feel them staring as I sipped a red wine and enjoyed a very rare prime rib.
Of course they were staring. My biceps are as big as some men's thighs, and my pecs are ready to surge out of my tiny stretchy bra. Crossing my legs causes those already way-to-small shorts to ride right up and fully show my massive quads and hamstrings.
Muscular women are rare, and enormously muscular women are rarer still. At my size (230lb), I'm in a groups of *maybe* 40 or 50 women on the entire planet with this much sheer size and strength. I'm like a unicorn, and I know it :-).
So... dressing like this... showing off my body like I do... it just feels RIGHT. And people seem to recognize that. I think a normal girl wearing this getup to a nice restaurant would be met with some disapproval. She might get shamed, at least non-verbally with disapproving glances. But that never happens to me. I get curiosity, envy, appreciation, wonder, and - sometimes - outright lust.
They recognize a supergirl when they see one.
