The Dudes Delivered – sort of ( a follow-up on buyers remorse – possibly for real )

I came home from our recent holiday to find a smallish parcel in the mailbox. A non-descript black plastic envelope, post marked from China. My heart skipped a beat. My long awaited wonder under had arrived – my miracle makeover was now in my excited hands. I almost left my key in the mailbox and sprinted home.

I was thankful to be home alone as I carefully cut the parcel open. I hid in the bathroom to try it on. The video on Facebook showed women stepping into the camisole like a bathing suit – for good reason, the garment wasn’t large. I worried that my problem areas would work their way upwards in the process of shimmying into it. I had visions of my squishiness moving like a tidal wave toward my chin. The cammie didn’t appear to have the structure to reshape and hold my excess in an area where it might enhance my femininity. I had a sudden vision of my face swelling.

To my surprise the tiny garment had incredible give. I easily pulled it up over my hips, slid my arms through the holes and adjusted the shoulders. It was remarkably comfortable but not remarkable. My transformation was disappointing. The subtle padding in the cup area required some adjusting – there wasn’t any of the excess room I had worried about when I chose the size to order. My back appeared smoother without a bra line but my girth hadn’t changed. I was not noticeably thinner.

I put my clothes back on to see if they fit better. They did not. I had to put the same effort into doing my pants up as I did prior to my miracle makeover. My twenty nine US dollars had purchased a delightful tank top with padded cups. The dudes let me down.

On a brighter note I now own a very comfortable undergarment that actually smooths back fat, the dudes at Dudes Gadget only charged twenty nine US dollars to my credit card and I have a postage stamp from China (not that I collect stamps, but it’s pretty cool). And I got the enjoyment of dreaming of a miracle makeover for a few weeks – sort of like spending the proceeds of a lottery ticket that hasn’t yet won the draw. Not too bad for a impulse purchase at all.