Sarah thought for a while, and I finally had to say something. "What are you trying to do?"
"I want to know what you're feeling right now," she explained, still in thought.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," I told her. "Sounds like a good way for you to end up as a bra yourself to me."
"I know that," she said, impatiently. "That's why I'm being real careful with how I put this. And I think I've got it."
I still wasn't sure about all of this, but I never got the chance to say anything.
"Okay," Sarah said, cutting me off. "Here goes." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Without my body turning into a bra, I wish that I could know what Joe's feeling."
Even as I heard the wish, I groaned to myself. I could think of all kinds of ways that it could be misinterpreted.
Hearing the groan, Sarah frowned. "What's your prob...? Ooh!?"
"What's wrong?" I asked, watching in the mirror as the young woman stared down at her body, crossing her arms over her naked stomach.
For a few moments, Sarah didn't acknowledge that she'd heard the question. Then, she looked back up, meeting her own eyes in the mirror. "Oh, crap," she said weakly.
With what happened next, I had to agree.