I figured Terry must've been in the girls' restroom or something. I could feel her take her top off and start working on my backstrap. (God, was THAT a strange thought!)
Karyn, help me! Oh, I wish I could communicate to Terry the way I could with you. I wish I could see!
A moment later, I COULD see! I saw Terry's reflection in the mirror of the girls' john. And I saw her trying to take me off.
PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME OFF! I cried mentally.
Terry stopped suddenly. "Who was that?" she said.
You heard me? I asked in my hea, er, mind.
"Where are you?"
I'm right here, Terry. I'm your bra.
"Who IS this and what TRICK are you trying to pull?"
It's no trick, Terry. It's hard to explain. I'm Jon Donaldson. I was turned into a bra.
"Yeah, right! I don't know how you made this appear on my chest, but you've obviously got it wired somehow. Well, I'm taking if off and if you're lucky, I'm throwing it away. If you aren't, I'm telling the principal.
Jon was desparate. He had to stop her from taking him off. And then, it hit him. If he could change his size to fit whoever was wearing him, maybe he could move slightly.
He found himself manipulating his cups against Terry's chest. And he felt her nipples begin to harden ...
