"Wait. I have an idea," Karyn insisted, then she willed her breasts down to nothing, drew one arm inside her sleeve, and a moment later pulled out her bra.
How do they do that, Jon wondered, but then Karyn reached behind herself and gathered up all the slack in her blouse.
"How about now, Jon? Am I close enough to looking like a guy with a pussy? Will you date me now?" Karyn insisted.
"Karyn, it's not that. It's just, well, I don't know. I want to try this thing with Mike. I want to see what it's like. That's all. It'll probably be a one-night stand. Or two. Two at the most. I can't imagine what would prolong things past that."
"Then why not go out with me tonight?" Karyn insisted.
She certainly looks odd without her breasts, thought Jon: odd but, well, interesting, in an unusual sort of way. Without the bra, the darkness of her tiny nipples was visible through the thin blouse. He'd never really liked bras, Jon remembered. All those clips and seams and straps everywhere. How could that be comfortable? How could anyone find it sexy? But now, without the bra...
"OK, if you really want to, let's go out tonight," Jon finally agreed. "I'll be at your house around six thirty. Is that OK?"
"Ooh, that's great!" Karyn exclaimed, then she hugged him and planted a kiss on his neck. Jon hugged her in return, exploring and massaging her shoulders, spine, and waist. For the first time, he was amazed at how slim and firm and smooth she was. Before, all he'd noticed were her breasts, which seemed like forbidden territory, and all those clips and straps binding them in.
"Well, uh, I better start getting ready," Karyn whispered after ten or fifteen minutes.
"Is there that much to do?" Jon asked as she pulled away.
"Oooo-oh, yeah," Karyn replied, then she tossed her bra in the trash and headed off. Then, just as she disappeared, Mike came back into view.
"Uh, Jon, are we still dating?" he asked.
