Chapter 26: Aggressive Confrontation

"What a talent!"

When Logan heard about the outrageous stunts pulled by the New Yorkers, he felt that whoever came up with such schemes was truly a genius. Originally, Annie had suggested that actresses—whether from film or the stage—should be the first users of the brassiere because they "dare to break with convention and highlight their figures."

Logan had immediately recognized the strategy. It was simply using celebrities to set fashion trends. It could work: the first step was to establish credibility through doctors, and the second was to drive traffic through entertainment stars. Once actresses embraced Victoria's Secret bras, the current trend of "flat-chested" beauty would inevitably shift, and ordinary women would follow suit. However, after seeing the New Yorkers' antics, he realized he could combine these ideas into something far more spectacular.

Logan met Ms. Sarah in New York. By this time, Sarah had left the Women's Vanguard and, uniting with some of the less radical members, had founded a new women's liberation organization. Logan had arrived at the perfect moment.

Upon meeting, Sarah was surprised that the inventor of the bra was a man, and such a young one at that. But after only a few sentences, Logan realized she was a woman of clear purpose and serious intent. So, he immediately began to act... or rather, he straightened up.

When asked about the inspiration for his invention, Logan sat up straight, placed his hands solemnly on his knees, and looked at Annie with a grave expression. "Annie is my dear friend..."

Annie, who had given herself the title of secretary and tagged along, immediately played her part as the "pawn" in Logan's narrative.

Logan paused, his gaze seeming to drift through the walls toward some invisible past. "It was she who told me that modern women were not free to display their natural curves. I was shocked! Such constraints," he said, lifting his chin slightly, his brow furrowed with compassionate sorrow, "are they not a desecration of nature? I have been tossing and turning in my sleep over it."

"I dream of returning to women a sense of unconstrained elegance! An undergarment that supports rather than suppresses—it should be a gentle lift, not a brutal imprisonment." Logan gestured across his own chest as if breaking free from invisible shackles. "Thus, I found my calling and invented the Victoria's Secret bra."

"With Annie's help, I perfected the design. Today, Victoria's Secret offers sizing standards in A, B, C, and D cups, making it easy for women to happily select the bra that suits them."

"I insist on the finest fabrics and the most skilled craftsmanship, so that women may comfortably and proudly hold their heads—and chests—high."

Ms. Sarah nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with reverence as she listened to how Logan had broken his heart over the plight of women. This young man was a sincere person, a noble soul, a man of refined taste, and a kindred spirit!

Annie: "..." Her eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. If she didn't know that she was purely a "tool" in the invention of the bra—after all, he couldn't very well say her own chest had provided the inspiration—she might have actually believed his performance. She sighed deeply, lamenting that her own acting lessons had been too shallow. Look at him; he lied with such sincerity that doubting him felt like a sin. She also reflected deeply on whether she, too, had been swayed by Logan's "sincerity" into believing he was a man of conscience.

Inside, Annie shed torrents of tears for her own stupidity, but she still silently nodded, playing along with Logan's little story.

Logan clasped his fingers together and continued with a solemn expression, "I saw the activities you organized in New York, and I think they are excellent. Our company intends to support your efforts to give a louder voice to women's health."

Having already decided that Logan was a sincere man, Sarah didn't hesitate. "I can coordinate with more women across the country to hold even larger demonstrations," she said happily. Having traveled the country to fight for women's rights, she had connections everywhere. Her newly formed organization needed a major event to attract more like-minded women.

Logan was overjoyed. "We can provide you with the greatest possible sponsorship!"

Demonstrations of that scale required massive resources—training organizers, preparing materials, and building communication platforms—all of which required significant funding. So, when you see protests on the streets, never be foolish enough to think they are purely spontaneous; one must always consider who is footing the bill.

Logan provided the sponsorship readily, and Ms. Sarah unleashed extraordinary initiative.

While conservative forces were still furiously criticizing the "unrestrained and immoral" consequences of the lingerie ads, a greater storm swept across the nation.

In Chicago, led by local celebrities, hundreds of women of similar age and class marched in a flesh-toned torrent, wearing nothing but Victoria's Secret bras of various colors, heads held high. Every woman who participated in the parade received a complimentary Victoria's Secret gift set. The procession deliberately detoured through the most conservative neighborhoods; some onlookers turned away, red-faced, while others let out sharp whistles. The entire area was plunged into a chaotic atmosphere of shock, shame, and inexplicable excitement.

In Philadelphia, hundreds of women boldly wore their bras, hung them up, and even waved them like flags, marching with pride in front of the ancient and solemn Independence Hall, chanting adapted lyrics: "My bra is shining."

In Atlanta, when the parade—led by a giant model bra and composed of women wearing only their Victoria's Secret bras—marched with firm, thundering footsteps past the solemn Episcopal Cathedral, time seemed to stand still.

In cities across the United States, those conservative regions that had been most opposed to "women's liberation" and the Victoria's Secret ads were hit head-on by women using the bras as totems and "My Body, My Choice" as their manifesto.

Damn it! It was infuriating!

Every frontal assault was like a resounding slap to the face of the old world order, leaving it dizzy and furious. Yet, these explosive demonstrations influenced millions of ordinary women who followed. More and more were inspired to defy convention and embrace the bra. And once they tried this new type of underwear, they discovered how comfortable it was to hold their chests high instead of being forcibly flattened.

"My body, my choice" gradually took root in the hearts of women.

Soon, Victoria's Secret salesmen found that merchants who had previously mocked the bra as a ridiculous fantasy were now proactively asking to stock it. And, it seemed, it was selling like wildfire!

That frontal assault had worked wonders.