The fitter who worked with me treated me with little respect. She expected me to undress in front of her, and did not warn me that she was going to adjust my body parts. She just grabbed me and stuffed me into the bra. Then she said, 'Lean forward and shake a bit and they will fall into place', she said. I felt like cattle getting herded into a (bra) stall.
She opened the closet to get another size, and I could see into the next dressing room. The closet was shared, and if both sides are open, you are exposed to whomever is in that room. Imagine my horror to see a man in that room. And my fitter is openly saying what size bra she's looking for, which the folks in the room adjacant can clearly hear.
I now shop online for Jeunique bras.