The girl got home and unpacked. She put her new bra and panties aside and put on her new pyjama. It was late, so she had to go to bed, with school in the morning. She threw her new underwear into the basket, ready for the next washing cycle.
Dan's thoughts had started to simplify even more. Fully content with being a beautiful girls bra, his mind was starting to fall asleep. It barely dawned on him that he was being washed.
The day after, he was thrown into a pile of bra's in the girl's closet. She didn't own a lot of bra's and it was evident that her boobs hadn't stopped growing. Dan was her biggest bra size yet, coming in at size C.
Dan himself was blissfully unaware. He probably wouldn't even know what size C even meant anymore. Those things don't matter for a bra. The only thing it needs to do, is to keep up his owners chest.
A couple days had passed and light filled the closet. The girl, picked out her clothes for the day. Dan was the lucky bra, and got transported to the bathroom. The girl took her morning shower. A sight that any teenage boy would have loved to see, maybe even be a part of. Yet Dan didn't care one bit and kept looking forward and thinking about being worn.
Eventually, the girl came out of the shower and started to put on her clothes. Dan felt himself get put on. He enjoyed the sensation of boobs in his cup. The girl rushed downstairs, clearly in a hurry, while Dan kept his focus on the task at hand. "Keep up the boobs. Don't let them bounce. Keep up.. boobs. Don't let.. bounce. Keep... boobs... don't bounce.
Boobs... bounce...."
Dan's mind was deteriorating rapidly. He started to forget his life as a human and embraced his fate as a bra.