You hoped against hope that Mary would realise she had the wrong bra and come find the one containing you. Sadly it was not to be, as far as Mary knew, her mother had the right one and was even now back out in the party wearing the bra she thought was hers.
No, infact the person entering the room was actually Janice, Isabella's mother and host of the party. She had snuck away to quickly pop the wet clothes in the dryer and had no idea she had a guest amongst the waiting load. Your tiny struggles went unnoticed in the basket as she picked it up and quickly flipped it upside down over the dryer. You tumbled down and ended up under a shower of wet clothing.
Hidden from sight and quickly becoming soaked through, you could do nothing as you heard the metallic clang of the door being shut and the sound and motions of the drying cycle starting up. You hated Gary so very much right now but there was nothing you could do.
The heat and the spinning was overwhelmingly sickening. Your gel like forms in the cups held in shape by the rubber casings Gary had poured you into. By the end of the dry cycle you were bright red inside your prison, but the bra looked same as always. Of course with the party going on, Janice was in no rush to collect the washing, leaving you in the warm fresh smelling darkness until you felt yourself drift off.
You woke with a start from sudden movement, you tried to jump before remembering where you were. Through the fabric you saw the huge form of Janice just before she folded your cups into one and other, distorting your vision and tucked you down between many other bras in her daughters drawer and slid it shut.
As you woke up fully you began to panic, you were trapped in the bra still, but now it was in the drawer of someone who didn't know anything about your existence, in their house, with no sign of Mary and no knowledge of she will visit again. Even if she did, she didn't know you were in a bra, or that the bra she had wasn't her own.
You lay there in the darkness hoping Gary had some sort of conscience and told his sister what he did to you so you had some chance of rescue...
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