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A Birthday Chick-Lit Tale: The Royal Bra


Thanks for all the cool photos! I know that this is going to sound sappy, but I can’t think of a BETTER birthday present than having you come to this site and actually READ the nonsense I write. So, thanks.

I have no idea where this is going, or if I’ll ever finish it, but just knowing you’re reading it makes me laugh —

The Royal Bra by Neil Kramer

Chapter One

“I can’t believe I’m actually here,” Sarah said, pinching her own arm. “Me, lil’ Sarah Rothberg, here in Manhattan at the British Consulate at an exclusive party for the Royal Family.”

She closed her eyes thinking it all a dream, but when she reopened them, the amazing reality had not disappeared. The whole night had been a whirlwind for Sarah, from the moment she entered the British Consulate. What glamour and elegance! And so far from her typical dorky life of a Brooklyn-born working drone/editorial assistant for Science Interest Magazine.

Sarah knew she was out of her element from the moment she was announced at the door, and saw all the well-dressed guests and the lush 19th Century interior. She immediately ran to get a glass of champagne to calm her nerves. And then another. And then a third. Since when did she become such a lush? She knew she was getting a bit tipsy after that third glass of champagne.

“Sure,” she rationalized, “I was hoping to become a little more comfortable and social by having a few drinks — it is a party after all — but how in the world did I end up in the second floor “library” making out in the darkness with a virtual stranger? I’m a good girl. Sarah Rothberg doesn’t do one night stands.”

Although she couldn’t make out the books on the shelves, she was sure that Jane Austen was there, watching her.

“Would she scold me for being so brazen, or would she say “You go, girl!?”” Sarah wondered, giggling to herself.

Maybe tonight will be the night.

Sarah’s mind drifted back to the man on the sofa who was kissing her so passionately. And what a kisser he was! If this is wrong to do, let it be.

“No jury would ever convict me, ” she thought. “I would tell them about his lips, the way his hands tenderly feel my body. Oh, he’s good. Real good. Not guilty. By reason of insatiable.”

Sarah’s impure thoughts were just getting good when they were rudely interrupted by the alarm blasting from her iPhone.

“Oh no, I have to go,” screamed Sarah, gathering up her clothes and running out the library door.

“But wait…” said a deep male voice. “Don’t go. I don’t even know…”

But Sarah was already halfway down the stairs. She was feeling dizzy. The champagne. The man. The emotions. She had to stay focused. She had to leave the Consulate before the stroke of midnight, when her Guy Larouche sapphire-blue gown would dissolve back into a pair of Levis.

It’s what the fairy godmother told her.

Back in the library, His High Royal Highness Prince Robert of Cornwall flicked the light to the library, revealing a shirtless man with the toned chest of a sportsman. Rushing to the window, he hoped to still catch a glimpse of the woman he has just met, but he only saw her for a second, until she disappeared into the New York dark.

“Please come, back.” he whispered to the night air. “I don’t even know your name.”

In all his years, Prince Robert had met many women — specimens of the gender who were thought to be his “equal” — beauties with exquisite taste, proper upbringing, well-travelled, pencil-thin daughters of billionaires who knew how to place a baccarat bet in Monte Carlo or what wine to order at Alain Ducasse in Paris. But never has he met a woman like the women he just kissed. What passion. He could still taste her on his lips and feel her skin next to hers. Had she even known that he was the Prince? Did it matter? The more he thought about her, the more he could feel the Mountbatten of his loins saluting at full attention. Hail Brittania!

He must find her. But how? If only he had some sort of clue, some information that can lead him to the woman… the one who he must make the Princess!

And then he saw it. The clue. Hanging on the edge of the sofa, was… her bra. He remembered how he gently unclasped the back of the bra and it fell down, away from her, like falling leaves during Autumn in Hyde Park.

Prince Robert walked over to the hanging bra, savoring the feel of the material, remembering how her breasts responded to his caresses. It was a purple bra. He read the label. It was from a company that he had never heard of mentioned in his social circles, where bras are usually tailor-made in France.

“Playtex Cross Your Heart,” he read out loud to himself. He took it as a sign from God. “I DO cross my heart that I will find you.”

Prince Robert dressed and went downstairs. He saw his father, the King of England, deeply in conversation with his friend, the new President of the United States, President Obama.

The King waved Prince Robert over.

“President Obama, this is my son, Prince Robert.”

But Prince Robert was not in any mood for pleasantries or chit-chats. He had something more important on his mind.

“President Obama, I know we have just met. But I have something very important to ask you that will play a significant role in Anglo-American relations. I need your help.”

Then, in one strong, swift, upward gesture, Prince Robert lifted up the purple bra for all to see.

“We need to find the American woman who fits perfectly into this bra!”

Within hours, there was a frenzy in the media, both on TV and in the blogosphere. Twitters were being sent all across the world, spreading the news. New York was in an uproar. The New York Post was the first to announce an open call with their headline:

“Prince Robert to New York: BRA-VA!”

“An open call will be held tomorrow afternoon at Madison Square Garden. Women will be expected to try on a specifically-sized bra. Only one woman will fit perfectly in the bra.”

By morning, there was chaos. Women of all shapes and sizes lined up outside Macy’s on 34th Street and little by little, the line grew. And grew. The line snaked it’s way uptown, past Central Park, past the Upper West Side, past Harlem, and into the Bronx. Many of the women, knowing that they were going to try on a bra once they reached the Garden, made a point of just wearing a bra in the street — hopefully catching the attention of the Prince before they even got to the Garden. Some women dispensed with bras completely, going topless, thinking the Prince would appreciate their resourcefulness. And besides, it was a beautiful day.

It was a sight never seen before in New York, and probably never again. Thousands and thousands of women of every religion and color, shape and size, standing in line, the fresh air hitting their exposed bras and breasts. For once, women found themselves free to talk about their breasts in public. Some talked about breast-feeding. Buxom women were supportive of women with A-cups, saying how athletic they looked. Flat-chested women spoke of their envy of full-breasted women. Big-breasted women complained about back pain. Women started taking donations for breast cancer research, and gave each other bra-buying advice. Some women wore special, elaborately-decorated bras for the occasion, and New York’s artistic community came out in force, with female artists constructing their own bras out of unique materials, such as felt and tin cans.

For men, it was a major holiday — a day every male New Yorker will remember in happiness for the rest of his life, much like VJ Day, or the Mets winning the World Series. Throughout the city, women were walking around, taking the buses, eating hot dogs — just wearing their bras. By afternoon, men began to even see it as normal and just enjoyed the view, without making such a big deal over what God gave women.

Of course, for many men, it was overwhelming. Ronald Boxner, age 78, had a massive heart attack and was rushed to Mount Sinai Hospital. As he was being rushed by ambulance, he knew his time on this Earth was up. He asked the emergency worker if he help him lift his head, so he could just watch the women with bras walking in the city.

“Of course,” said the EMT.

Ronald Boxner died a few moments later. His final word were, “This is the happiest day of my life.”

Of course, this outpouring of women into midtown Manhattan was not all for noble reasons. For many women, this was all about MONEY and POWER. They were there to snag a rich husband. These golddiggers would never truly love Prince Robert.

Sadly, New York City is filled with these golddiggers. Like Shirley and Jackie.

Shirley and Jackie have always been on the prowl for men. They also have no respect for the male gender, thinking them as horny dumb creatures, who are only after sex. Shirley and Jackie use whatever it takes to nab a wealthy man. Both are owners of the latest in breast enhancements, created by — and they would be proud to tell you this — the older brother of the doctor who worked on Pamela Anderson’s boobs in Los Angeles. This is not the first time that they have had surgery on their breasts, or their lips, or the thighs.

“There’s no way I’m gonna be stuck with a loser guy from Brooklyn.” is Shirley’s motto. “If wealthy guys like big tits, that’s what I’m gonna give them.”

It was a typical evening at home, when Shirley and Jackie heard the news about the Prince. They were in the middle of their daily “Wheel of Fortune” showing, when Eyewitness News broke in with the news the purple bra and the big event at Madison Square Garden sponsored by the Royal Family.

The newscaster showed a photo of the bra.

“From all accounts, the “Royal” bra is a 34B.”

“Hell, I CAN fit my DDs in that, if I really squeeze them tight.” announced Jackie.

“Not if I get on line first,” said Shirley.

Jackie and Shirley adjusted their huge breasts and rushed to the door, each hoping to get on line first, passing their youngest sister, Sarah, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor with Ajax.

“You stay here and keep cleaning, pancake chest.” said Jackie to Sarah. “We have important business to attend to.”

As Jackie and Shirley slammed the door behind them, a tear fell from Sarah’s eye onto the already perfectly clean kitchen floor.

Sarah IS the owner of the purple bra.

(to be continued or not, depending on my mood)


  1. Cléa

    Happy Birthday Neil!


    (Wow! I can’t believe I’m first!)

  2. cc

    Cinderella for the modern man, or woman.

  3. Penelope

    Happy Birthday!!!
    This is a fabulous story and SO much better than the dross the BBC made recently called “Modern Day Fairytales” – where were you when they were writing them??

  4. an9ie

    The more he thought about her, the more he could feel the Mountbatten of his loins saluting at full attention. Hail Britanica!

    This bit made me LOL.

    Happy Birthday and many Xoxo’s!


  5. Margot

    There must be more! A friend of mine sent me your post, and it’s absolutely fantastic. Please please please finish the story?!

  6. buzzgirl

    Bon Anniversaire!

  7. Judith

    lol 🙂
    delicious, the story with ur bra-“addiction” is gettin better + funnier with every new post 😉

    happy birthday btw (just started readin ur blog, but i already have to come back all the time ^^)

  8. miguelina

    Happy Birthday! I love the story, you make me laugh…finish it, please?

  9. Eileen Dover

    Happy Birthday! I hope all your dreams (ahem) come true!

  10. blackbird

    Happy day to ya.

  11. Sarah

    Ha! Great story, Neil.
    Happy Birthday!!! I’ll be dedicating my 365 shot to you today, my friend. Look for it later this afternoon. 🙂

  12. ekramer

    happy birthday to you,happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Neil -happy birthday to you.

    with all my love xxx mom

  13. bookfraud

    bra-va! indeed. this is the best birthday present you could have given the men of the world. a man can dream.

    happy birthday, neil.

  14. alissa

    Happy Birthday Neil! Hope you have a great day and wishing you lots of blessings in the year to come! Thank you for your friendship.

  15. witchypoo

    Happy Birthday Neil!
    I was loving the story, but the President Obama turned me off some.

  16. TorontoPearl

    March 7, 196__ (nineteen sixty something) was a very special day indeed for the Kramer family.

    Elaine Kramer, thanks for bringing Neil into the world…and therefore into OUR world.

    Happy Birthday, Neil.

    And on that note:

    There once was a guy named Neil
    Who had so much damn sex appeal
    With blog readers from far and near
    Loving his story about “the royal brassiere”!

  17. Neil

    And happy birthday to you too, Alissa!

    And thanks, Eileen Dover for the purple-ness.

  18. psychomom

    Oops, forgot the photo! Believe me it wasn’t much. Happy Birthday Neil!

  19. sizzle

    Happy Birthday my friend!


  20. Leslie

    It may be your birthday but you the gift!

    Happy Birthday,

  21. Noel

    Thank God Obama won. Hillary would have slapped him.

    I’m waiting for the illustrated version. Oh, and happy birthday.

  22. Caron

    Happy Birthday!!

  23. Otir

    For your birthday present, today, I say it: Neilochka, I love you.

  24. Ash

    Happy Birthday Neil! 🙂

  25. aka_monty

    BRAva indeed! 🙂 And HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, sir!

  26. Debra

    happy birthday, neil. May somebody find happiness in a purple 34B…

  27. whoorl

    HAPPY Birthday, Neil!

  28. chantel

    Happy Birthday Neil. I’ve been down with a flu so I didn’t send any photos of my bras. If it makes you feel any better at all. I am wearing a nice one today.

    Happy Birthday

  29. nancypearlwannabe

    This story made me choke on laughter in my office. It didn’t help that I’m actually wearing a purple bra. Can you please write the next installment for next week?

    Oh, and also: happiest of happy birthdays!

  30. Abbie

    Hey, visiting from Sizzle’s page, Happy Birthday!

  31. MCS

    Sorry, no photo, but Happy Birthday! All my bras are padded so they’re unlikely to impress.

  32. kirida

    Hey happy birthday!

  33. Heidi

    Happy solar return! (Hey, I’m an astrologer, after all…)

  34. wendy

    At first I thought the hero might be you…semi autobiographical… is “so ” chic these days..

    But then he unfastened her bra deftly..and I KNEW it was fiction.

    Unless you have been practicing????

    Happy Birthday you beautiful boy…

  35. Eileen Dover

    Shh, Neil, don’t tell anyone, but because of the harsh Aussie sun, the bra is actually pink.

    Pale pink.

  36. HeyJoe

    Happy Birthday Neil. Enjoy.

  37. Keely

    Ha! Awesome. 🙂 Happy Birthday!

  38. nelumbo

    Happy birthday Neil! -O0-

  39. Karl

    Happy birthday, Neil. Hope it’s a good one filled with lots of bras and sex.

  40. churlita

    Happy Birthday. Please finish the story. Please.

  41. Irina

    Happy Birthday… and many happy returns… of the story! 🙂

  42. Kathy

    Happy Birthday Neil!

  43. Dana

    Happy Birthday, Neil! Write on! Such “purple” prose!

    (crying and spewing coffee over here; just upset the deaf, senile dog):
    “. . . the Mountbatten of his loins saluting at full attention. Hail Britanica!”

    I think it’s “Britannia” rather than the encyclopedia, but never mind! Also, in the next installment please work in the pain of underwire (the bra in the photo clearly is one). A 34B probably doesn’t need that, but the stackly stepsisters probably do.

  44. Kelliqua

    No bra photos from me (mine are purely utilitarian – not at all fun to look at) but I do wish you a very Happy Birthday Neilochka.

  45. Pants

    Happy Birthday Neil!

  46. punchlinewalking

    Happy birthday Neil! I hope this is the beginning of your best year yet!

  47. mike

    Are you sure it’s your birthday? Because telling me a story like that makes it seem like it must be MINE.

    Happy Birthday, Neil.

  48. Neil

    Dana — thanks, changing Brittanica to Brittania. My apologies to all UK bloggers!

  49. tatiana

    happy birthday! and please continue the story- who doesn’t love a serial modern day romance revolving around underwear!?

  50. gorillabuns

    Happy Birthday, Neil!

    Forget Hallmark, I emailed you a homemade card.

    Hope you have a great day!

  51. turnbaby

    Happy Birthday sugar. My favorite bra is a Felina that is white mesh and lace with purple flowered embroidery trailing across it. Purrrr

  52. Annika

    Dear Neil,

    Today, in honor of your birthday, I am not wearing a bra.

    (Or possibly I just can’t find one.)


  53. better safe than sorry

    you had me at jane austen.
    happy birthday neil (k)

  54. savia

    I think you should find a way to work all of your bra pictures into the story.

    Have a wonderful birthday, Neil. You deserve it.

  55. Jenny, Bloggess

    When do the dwarves show up?

    This story needs dwarves.

  56. Mattie

    Hey, for an old dude, you’re pretty darn cute.

    Happy Birthday Neil.

    And, just to make you feel better, I’d be willing to bet that at least half of your female readers (oh, and maybe one or two of the male ones) would say, “Hey, I’d do him,” and mean it.


  57. Neil

    Only half?

  58. Christine

    Happy Birthday Neil!!

  59. Nina

    Happy birthday, honey. I love you.

  60. cruisin-mom

    happy bday neil

  61. Not Fainthearted

    “The girls” and I hope you had a very happy birthday.

  62. Dagny

    Happy birthday!

    And for the record, I really hate cliffhangers. That’s why I have DVR. If I think there will be a cliffhanger, then I save the stuff until there is a resolution.

  63. lizardek

    Happy (belated) birthday wishes, Mr. Kramer! May your year be full of good things 🙂

  64. teahouseblossom

    If you stick according to the original fairy tale, the two sisters are supposed to chop off their breasts to fit into the purple bra, right?

    I can’t wait to read the next installment!

  65. Neil

    Thanks, all!

  66. Christine

    Happy Birthday Neil! Great modern day version of Cinderalla! I look forward to reading more. Please write more!

  67. Chag

    Happy birthday!

  68. CuriosityKiller

    You are so talented!! keep going, PLEASE!!

    Happy birthday, sweetie!

  69. melanie

    happy birthday darlin.

    waiting for chapter 2

  70. Cara Hurley

    Happy Birthday.

    Please click on my name and check out my new blog.



  71. Kelly

    Happy Birthday! March is birthday month around our house, as I had my first son on March 1st and my second son (2 years later) on March 31.

    The bra I’m wearing today is the EXACT color of the bra pictured. I had to look down to make sure mine was still on!

  72. Eileen

    Happy Birthday- your blog is always one of my favorite places to stop by. You got a gift my friend- a gift.

  73. brettdl

    Happy belated birthday Neil. I loved the story. You should finish it.

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