You never realize how boring something can be until you're a bra, sitting in your mother's panty drawer for 2 days straight. Every so often, she would open your drawer, grab a set of bra and panties, and close it, leaving you again in pitch black. The next day, about the same time as all the other times, she opened the drawer and there was no more bras around you. Picking your bra-form up and out of the drawer, she rolled her eyes and cussed, dropping you on top of her dresser. She dug around and checked other drawers before walking up to you biting her lower lip.
“I'm out of bras” she said, still wrapped in a towel from her shower. She had already done her makeup, and was getting ready get dressed. Water dripped from her still drying hair onto her half exposed breasts. She looks like she was in her early 20’s instead of early 30’s.
“And? That's not my problem. Can't you just wash them? Or wear a dirty pair?” You ask, still a little agitated about being put in a drawer for 2 days, but thankful for being rescued from your sister.
“No, I can't miss this date with Kasey. I already had to skip one because of what you did. That, and Sarah tripped and spilled her coke on my chest, it soaked into my only other matching bra.” Your mom whined, pulling out a low-cut shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and green lacy panties. Kasey was your mother's 28 year old girlfriend that she had met at her work. Kasey was practically ripped straight from a modeling magazine. She was American, smart, and her hair was dyed so it almost represented cotton candy when she had it in a bun. Then it hit you. She was suggesting she wore you on her date.
“Absolutely not.” You stated. She slid on her skimpy, laced green panties, and then her pants.
“Why not? I don't like it anymore than you do, but I need to. Also, you can't really stop me, sorry.” She said as she grabbed your lacy form and slid you on her perfect C-cup breasts. You could taste the soap she used to wash her body with on her breasts and nipples, and had a front view away from her chest. She slid on her low-cut T-shirt over you, which distorted your view of the outside world. She gave a low moan as she grabbed her keys.
“To be honest, you're probably one of the most comfortable and sexiest bra's I've ever worn.” She said, as she walked out to her car and begun driving to her date with Kasey.
“You can't do this to me! I'm still a human being!” You yell, which caused her to wince in pain from the loudness.
“Ow you little shit! Three things. 1, you look and work as a bra. 2, I bought you with my money, so that makes you my property. And 3, the clerk said if you get too annoying, I can just snap my fingers like this, and I can no longer hear you until I return you back, which I'm questioning myself about, to the store.” She said, snapping her fingers, which immediately ceased your screaming. She leaned back in her seat with a sigh, and turned on the radio.