As Karyn made the wish, Jon felt something change. He was still wrapped around something, but it felt different now. He wasn't sure how else to discribe it. "What happened?" he asked.
"Not sure," Karyn replied, looking back down her t-shirt. "I'm still wearing the bra, though." She reached under her shirt and ran her finger along the cotton cup. "Feel that?"
"No," Jon said. "I didn't feel anything."
"Well, then," Karyn said, "the wish worked. You're not my bra anymore."
"So, what am I?" he asked. "I'm still not me. That's for sure."
"What clues can you give me?" she asked. Jon described what he was feeling now to her, and Karyn gave it some thought. "Well, all I said was that wished you wasn't my bra. I guess it's possible that you're someone else's bra now."
"I don't think so," he told her. "It felt like I changed. It doesn't feel the same as it did when I was your bra. And we can still 'hear' each other, so I think I must be close by. Do you see anything unusual around?"
Karyn placed her hands on her hips and looked around. "No, Jon," she answered. "I made it a point to get somewhere where we couldn't be seen. I don't see..."
"Wait," Jon cut her off. "I feel something. Something's pushing on me from both sides."
"What?" Karyn said, taking her hands off her hips.
"Now, it's gone," Jon said.
Karyn looked confused for a second, then looked at her hands. She placed them back on her hips. "How about now?"
"Yeah, it's back."
She removed her hands again. "And now?"
"Gone."
She nodded to herself. Reaching down, she placed her hands on her knees. "Anything now?"
"Well, I felt what I was wrapped around move and I seemed to stretch a little, but I didn't feel the pressure from the side again, no."
"I see," she nodded, straightening back up. "One more thing." She ran her thumb and index finger into the top of her jeans and tugged on the waistband of her panties. "Feel that?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jon replied. "It feel like something is pulling on me."
Karyn pulled her hand out of her pants, and smiled. "Well, Jon," she said, "I know where you are now. The wish was granted."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not my bra anymore, Jon," she explained. "You're my panties."
