"You know what? This is kind of dangerous." said Maddi, who's body feels warm and pleasant against you. "We should really quit while were ahead."
Liz nodded.
"I see what you mean... But unless we race, they can't change back."
A mischievous glint appears in Maddi's lovely brown eyes.
"They agreed to it. They lost. They became our bras. As far as I'm concerned, they made their bed... so they can sleep in it. That is to say... our dresser drawers."
You'd gasp in shock at the sudden turn of events, if you had a mouth to do so. But you're still a speechless, motionless, but very soft and warm bra.
"Well..." said Liz, sighing. "They are quite nice. Like her very soul is channeling comfort into me. Let's just go home and pretend nothing ever happened."
Maddi grinned and gave a thumbs up.
"Sounds like a plan, Liz. Just remember to take extra good care of them, we almost wound up in their situation to begin with."
With that, they both set out for their homes. And unless things change for you, it could be your home as well. But alas, you are but a bra belonging to a beautiful runner. There is nothing you can do but hope that you never grow fully used to the wonderful sensations being with Maddi gives you.
This appears to be the only destiny you have now.