Tina, looking through the options, couldn't help but gravitate towards the "reality Change" option. She thought it might be interesting keeping Jeff as a bra for a little longer with little to no repercussions. "It's just for a little bit" she said to herself, "what's the worst that can happen? I can just undo all of this anyway." She tinkered with the controls for minute before hitting enter, not knowing the gravity of what she had done. She felt her breasts tingling as if Jeff was moving, but she couldn't move her head to look down. In fact, her entire body was in a state of paralysis that she couldn't understand. She looked around the best she could without moving her head and cried out "Jeff? Can you hear me?" No response, of course. Tina began feeling very tired, and was only able to yawn. "Jeff... Jeff. Jef... Je... J... Who? Who's Jeff again?" Her mind was drawing a blank. Before she could think any further, she finally drifted off to sleep. The next day, Tina woke up back in her bedroom with little recollection of what happened prior. All she knew is that she just had the best night's sleep in years, and she was ready to find someone to spend her life with. Jeff, no longer Jeff but a bra, had been wiped from existence in the blink of an eye, and Tina was none the wiser to the situation. She got up, stretched, and gathered some clothes to start the day. As before Jeff's mind was simplified to that only of fulfilling his purpose as a bra, now he had no mind at all. Not a single thought ran through his head, because it wasn't his head anymore, rather just an article of clothing bought from the store a few weeks back. Tina arrived in the bathroom and ran the hot water to take a warm bath. She began taking off her clothes, first her shirt, then her panties, then finally her bra. She set the clothing aside for the time being as she slowly dipped into the hot, relaxing water and felt all her worries disappear. About 30 minutes later she finally got out, put on her fresh set of clothes, and threw her dirty clothes along with the bra in the washer. The bra was now one amidst her many others that she used throughout the days, and so it began its cycle of being used and washed for the rest of its life cycle until it grows old and worn.