"Welcome to the club, Jon," Sarah said, and then frowned. "Well, almost welcome to the club. I think there's one last thing that needs some definite changing."
"Sarah, NO!" Jon tried to insist before things got any worse. "I have all the clothes I could need now! Bras, skirts, shoes, shirts... You can't keep doing things to me if I already have a full wardrobe, now can you!?" Even as she said it, though, Jon already felt the doubt sinking into her chest. Somehow, she already knew subconsciously that something did need changing.
Sarah smirked. "Tsk tsk... Still just as shallow as a guy. You can't go out like this, you little ditz, you're missing something! Something very important to us girls, something we never leave home without."
Jon's newly-feminine waist felt like it was curling in on itself. "I don't what you're talking about," Jon tried saying despite herself, but that just made her even more anxious that she was forgetting something important.
"A girl's look isn't just her clothes, sweetheart~." Sarah's voice was saccharine again, full of that false pity that precipitated one of her dreaded "gifts". "There's an accessory we all have with us at all times. One that rarely if ever changes, and one whose style is often the centerpiece of our wardrobe. It's a piece of us, expensive and carefully bought, with contents carefully curated to suit our personal needs..."
Jon looked outright guilty now. She still didn't know what it was, but damn her, Sarah was right: it felt like a piece of her was missing now. It was like favorite bra had been misplaced, and she couldn't help but kick herself for forgetting it, because nothing else felt right, and if she didn't get it back she'd just... She'd just...
"You poor thing." Sarah was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, reading Jon's facial expressions like an open book. "None of your skirts have any worthwhile pockets, you know. I don't know how you can even function without having your Purse near you!"
And there it was. Literally, there it was, sitting on Jon's bedside table. A simple, utilitarian purse, one as plain and unassuming as Jon was, in a soft maroon. Somehow, Jon knew that exact shade of maroon was Chosen to match her auburn hair, and to make her bold, Favorite Bra really POP if a guy saw it.
It defined her look. It defined her.
Jon felt relieved to have it near her again, (again?), but that feeling instantly turned into apprehension when Sarah picked it up.
"Relax, girl, I'm just looking through it." For now, Sarah thought. Gifts Later! "After all, you can tell a lot about a girl by the contents of her purse!"
Oh, no... Jon's chest heaved in its bra.
