The bra lay waiting in the hamper, soaking in the juices and left to think to itself. "I wish owner would just wash me already, I can understand panties being soaked but I'm a bra" it thought "I wonder how panties feel about this." The bra kept pondering what led to this as the juices started soaking deeper into it, changing its mind more and more. "Me is a bra, me shouldn't be thinking right? Bras only cover big boobies, owner's boobies make me feel happy." The bra kept thinking throughout the night, wondering why it was thinking to begin with. That wouldn't matter for long, however, as the morning came and the bra was thrown into the washing machine with all the other clothes. The bra was so excited to finally be cleaned, and it soon felt the turning of the washer. "Me be clean soon, spinny make bra dizzy. Dizzy make hard think, but bra no think. Maybe clean make bra no think anymore, bra finally only hold big boobies!" The washer went on and on, scrambling the bra's thoughts until it couldn't concentrate anymore. When the cycle finally ended, the bra could still think which made it upset. "Why think, no want!" the bra exclaimed, its thought becoming less coherent. "Boobies good, big boobies" it thought, "make dry for boobies." The bra calmed down from its initial mental tantrum and tried to focus on the task at hand. It felt itself being thrust into the dryer, where it would finally achieve peace. "No thinky" it thought, the moisture in the fabric helping to retain some of its thinking power, although not all that much. The bra finally felt the cycle start in the dryer, starting to feel warm as it spun. "Weeeeeeee!!" the bra was enjoying the ride, "boobies... b-booooooba-ba-ba.... baba...boo-boo.. ba..ba...b....." The cycle went on for a while but once it ended, all that remained was a bunch of clothes. The bra had been completely cleaned and dried, and no longer were those pesky thoughts bothering it. A bra wasn't a person after all, the only thing that needed to think is the owner. The owner finally came and collected the clothes, folding the pants and panties while saving the special treatment for the bra. The bra that was so eager to hug the breasts it loved so much would have to wait a few days, as it was placed on a hanger and put into the closet with a dozed identical bras. This wait wouldn't bother the bra, however, because the bra was an inanimate object with no mind and no perception of time or reality as a whole. The owner, who was already dressed in a fresh set of clothes and a different bra, sat down at her computers and noticed an interesting new application. "Chronivac? What's that?" She said. She then hovered the mouse over it and clicked....