After your sister is done talking to you, she puts on a pink underarmor shirt over you. You can still slightly see since the fabric is thin. Your sister then walks downstairs where she finds your mom asleep on the couch. The doorbell then rings, and your sister goes to answer it. When she opens it, you see your older brother's girlfriend standing there. "Hi, is my boyfriend home?" She asks. "No, he went on a weeklong trip to somewhere, he didn't tell us where though." You're sister replies. "Oh, okay. Thanks anyways." Your brother's girlfriend says as she walks away back to her car. Your sister shuts the door, then goes back up to her room. She grabs a book off her bookshelf then lays down on her bed. It feels like hours until you hear your mom shout, "Samantha, Dinner!" From downstairs. Your sister tosses her book onto her bed then goes downstairs to the dining room, where your favorite meal is sitting at the table on two plates. You metaphoricly drool at the sight of it. Your sister and your mom talk about things, mostly fashion and politics. When your sister is finished eating, she puts her plate away, then goes back upstairs and continues to read. She reads until she gets up, puts the book back onto the shelf, the slips out of her clothes and puts pajama bottoms on. She sits down on her bed then holds her breasts through you again, jostling them up and down slightly as she does so. "I'm never taking you off during the remainder of your transformation, by the way. Just so you can fully enjoy the pleasures, if any, of being a bra. Also, I don't want to lose you." She says to you. She then lays down on her bed, and goes to sleep. The next morning, she changes into some skinny jeans and a striped blue shirt. You can't see out of this shirt. You feel her walk down the stairs, her breasts now jostling more than they were last night. You hear her eat some breakfast, then yell out that she is going to the mall with her friends to your mom. She walks down your street from what you can tell, and then after a long time, you hear her friends voices. It takes several hours for them to finish shopping, and you are relieved when it is finally over. She heads home, and when she reaches your house, you can feel that your mom is already asleep because your sister is quiet as she heads upstairs. She takes off her top and changes into pajama bottoms. You are now acutely aware of all the details of her breasts, every little movement they make, the temps true they are, and how full they are. She then falls asleep. The next few days are a blur, you can't really make out details, all that you know is the pleasure of supporting her breasts.