"A sports bra? What the hell are you talking about? People just don't turn into women's underwear!"
John just stared at the bra that was once Tom for a moment as he acted like he was still picking up shards of glass from the broken test tube. John knew that the situation was bad and that he had to act quickly if he wanted to keep it from getting even worse.
"John!!! Dammit, answer me! What is...."
"Tom, I can't tell you right now, but I promise that I will have answers for you in a little while. I need you to hang tight for a little while, ok? I wish...," John stopped and thought about a good place to put Tom where he could keep an eye on him, "...that I was wearing Tom. I wish that I was wearing a sweatshirt so that no one could see that I was wearing a bra. I also wish that Tom and I could communicate telepathically while he is a bra."
The stone grew warm in John's hand as the bra that was Tom disappeared. John felt his t-shirt grow long sleeves as the material that it was made out of got thicker. He also felt something wrapped around his chest underneath his sweatshirt. The bra felt tight in the strap area but loose in the area that the cups covered. Needless to say John wasn't very comfortable.
John got up, emptied the dust pan full of glass into the nearby garbage can and then put the broom and dustpan back into the supply closet.
As John was about to sit down and resume work on the assigned project he heard Tom's voice inside of his head:
Tom:"Well, I'm hanging tight. When do you plan on telling me what the fuck is going on?"
