The next morning, Dan prepared himself for another full day of disappointments. He wanted to hug breasts again so bad! But the only woman that actually seized him and unhooked him from the rack, and not just glimpse at his size tag was a female employee. Dan got very frightened at that. Was he somehow... defective? Was he below standards? Why was he selected like that? Would he finish in the trash, without feeling the plump mammaries of a woman? That was just too awful to contemplate! Could that employee bring him back to her place and he could become her own bra? She was quite hot and her chest supple and looking like possessing promising buds. Now that would not be bad, not bad at all. But the employee advanced towards a mannequin and tied him to it.
"There! This one fits!" said the female employee.
"Yes, perfect!" said another. "The outfit looks nice. We should sell more thanks to it."
Dan didn't know whether to be happy or not. He was not thrown away. That was a relief. But he was tied to a mannequin! Her boobs were cold. Lifeless. Hard. Rigid. Not at all what he wanted! Sure, she had incredible curves and long slender limbs, rarely seen upon a live girl (logically enough, as she was a mannequin meant to sell a beauty standard in order to sell more products) but she was not alive. Dan the bra wanted warm, living flesh. To feel the pulse of a woman heart, to sense her breasts move as her lungs inspired and expired air. To feel the nipples and sweet aureola delicately hugged by his fabric and the rest of the mammal surface rubbing against him. He wanted to squeeze a female torso and press amorously against her boobs, as if upon two superb soft pillows. To sniff and indulge in the perfume and sweat of his female wearer. He could tickle her nipples and arouse her, like a mischievous little bra. The mere thought sent Dan's joy spiralling. Pressing, bouncing and softly tickling the boobs of a girl sounded like an absolute dream...
But it would not happen with this cold, lifeless thing! He'd rather be on an ugly girl, fat or not, because she'd be living and actually wearing him while using her bodily functions. What good was a hot body if it was not alive at all? The only consolation was being wrapped by a silk rose bathrobe and having as company delicate lacy blue panties with a ribbon. This was high-class and dainty and lavish-looking, so it made Dan feel good about himself. That must mean he was a real fine product, to be worn by not just any girl! Only the rich and those fitting his tight and specific measurements could purchase him! The edgy, gorgeous and exclusive! Maybe waiting a bit would mean he'd get to be owned by a girl who was amazingly pretty and suiting all beauty standards, and just any girl snatching him off the racks because he was common enough to fit most women. So Dan waited, ever hopeful, and looking enviously at the customers, many tantalizing him with their respective chests, wondering which one, slim and pert exactly, would be the one he'd delight squeezing, hugging, rubbing and tickling, her pert and delicate buds...