This choice: your girlfriend, Sydney's pink, lacey bra (she's 18) • Go Back...
Chapter #3
Austin as a Bra
by: Unknown
When you come back to, you're staring at the ceiling several stories above you. "Uggghhh..." you say, only you can't feel the words coming out of a mouth or originating from your body. You can't feel yourself breathing either. You make one lazy effort to touch your chest, but your arms refuse to move. Your body feels inflated, pushed forward from your backside like there's a ton of gas inside of you waiting to be released - a not entirely unfamiliar sensation.
But you can't deny you're much smaller and not blinking or breathing or moving. You're like a tiny corpse. That's when you feel something pinching your arms - thin, flat and long - and you're off the ground, air rushing around you. "Whoa!" you cry, until you're face-to-face with the mirror. You see your mom holding you, dangling your arms up and down, making you dance...
"Look at you!" she squeals. "My own son - my first successful object transfer!"
Ohh no, you think, an action not too different from if you said it. Two pink cups of an ornate design with flowers outlined inside the lace... Sweet Sydney had taken a liking to your abrasive disregard for hygiene and shown you this piece of apparel on a few occasions, but you'd never thought you'd see it in your own reflection!
My own girlfriend's bra... What a strange turn of circumstance.
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