"Aw, your sick little fantasy didn't turn out like you wanted?" laughed Sarah. "My poor little bra isn't equipped to enjoy its sexual fantasy?" This really seemed to amuse her. She began to rub her breasts with her left hand through her shirt and me. It felt nice, but there wasn't much I could do about it, or because of it.
"If you'd just turn me human again I could..."
"What? Tell all your friends how you got to fondle my breasts? Let them know what it feels like to be filled with warm titties, and have to support them while their nipples pressed up against your body?" asked Sarah in a sultry voice.
"No, please, look..."
Sarah laughed again. I was begining to suspect that I nothing much an amusing novelty to her. I just grumped on the rest of the ride while she continued to taunt me. When she finally arrived at her destination she got out of the car and walked inside. Having walked into what looked like her bedroom she undressed until she was only wearing my discard boxers and me. She stood in front of the mirror on her vanity table and smiled. She turned around and searched in a dressing table until she found a pair of panties that were a match for the new and changed into them.
She then returned to vanity table mirror and ran her hands over her body. She had a great body. I would have loved to have run my hands over it. Running her finger around one of my cups she laughs again. "Well, sissy little bra. How do I look?"
"You look great! Very sexy!" I had to admit.
"I wish that Joe could enjoy himself as much as I enjoy having him as my bra."
"What? Thats not what I wanted!" I yelped out, as my body began to feel wierd. It felt good. My whole body began to tense up a little, and tingle, like prolonged forplay. I realized that I was physically getting turned on. Sarah then notices in the mirror that the little puffy rose between my cups was growing and expanding into a parody of a little satin penis.