"Not yet," she said. "I want to try to understand this a little better. I'll admit, I've never been able to understand the male mind that well, but I'd never imagine any guy would do something like you've done to yourself!"
"Please," I begged. "I was just stupid. I admit it."
"If nothing else, before I change you back, I want to see how I look in you."
I could say nothing to that. I could even kind of understand it. In fact, when she said it, I found myself wondering what I looked like.
A few minutes later, she drove into a garage attached to a typical one-story house, hit the button for the garage door to close, turned off the car, and entered the house. I could make out a kitchen, a living room, a hallway, and a bedroom. The closet doors in this room were made up of full-length mirrors. I could see her hands moving down the front of her shirt. Suddenly, the shirt was off and I got the most incredible view I've ever had of a woman in my life.
"Wow," was all I could say.
"You do look nice," said Sarah.
"And you look incredible! Could you -- "
"What?"
"Never mind. It's a lot to ask."
"You're my bra, kid! You've already assumed a lot!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the side of the door. A cute brunette, apparently with some Asian blood in her, walked into the room. She had on a tight t-shirt and a pair of little pink panties. I think I gasped.
"Hi, Sarah," she said. "Who are you talking to?"
"My new bra, Joe," said Sarah. "Joe, this is my housemate, Keli!"
"You're talking to your bras, now?" said Keli.
"Joe, say something to Keli."
"It's -- nice to meet you," was all I could think of.
"Joe isn't very talkative, is he?" said Keli.
"Didn't you hear that?" asked Sarah.
"Keli!" I said louder. "It's me, Sarah's bra!"
"I think you've been working too hard," said Keli with a smile. She turned and left.
"Huh," said Sarah. "Apparently, I'm the only one who can hear you! Anyway, what were you about to say?"