You become aware of your surroundings again as you feel yourself being removed from your place on your sister's chest. Once again becoming conscious of your surroundings you see your sister still looking quite upset tearfully looking down at you.
She drops you onto an old jean jacket and some tshirts of hers which are sitting in a pile on her floor. "Bro, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She sniffles as she begins tearing up more. "I... I can't live like this. Knowing your my bra.. knowing it's my fault you're stuck like this .. it's too much..."
She picked up the pile of clothes along with you. "I'm... Removing you from my life.. I can't live knowing your a bra.. I'd rather...just imagine your off on a vacation or something... It's selfish I know.. but you can't really stop me..."
She climbs into her car with you and the pile of clothes in her passanger seat. You can't tell what shes talking about but you wish she'd just put you back on. Your bra brain had conditioned you to desire to be useful to her, not being on her felt so cold and worthless.
She drove for a bit then pulled into a charity store. As she climbed out of her car carrying you she whispered, "I really hope you can forgive me for this... Goodbye..."
She dumped you into a large donation bin filled with random objects including clothing. As you hit the bottom of the bin you could hear the sounds of her car speeding off as she presumably returned home to try and cheer herself up.
You sat in the bin for hours as more objects were thrown on top. Not being worn for so long your normal brain began to take control once again. You felt furious that your stupid sister had given up so easily on you. If she truly felt sorry for you couldn't she have burned your bra body releasing you from this torture? You were all for checking out bodies of woman, but donating you to someone random was too far! If an ugly girl ended up with you death would have been preferable.
Eventually the bin is rolled inside by a worker who loads you into a clothing sorter which helps the employees sort out clothing. You are moved through the machine and thrown into a smaller bin filled with other bras. Now you were nothing more than a common bra, no worse, a used bra going to be sold to some stranger for discount prices.
You could only hold your breath and hope for someone likeable as the bin was dumped into a bra selection area in the store, open and ready to be purchased.
After watching some shoppers you were grabbed by someone: