Monica was in shock as she watched the gypsie apparently changed her boyfriend into a bra. She had just experienced an emotional high as Madam Illusia had suggested Damon and herself might get married. Damon’s initial response had seemed positive but ……… then everything had turned sour in a brief moment.
Had Damon really just wished to become her bra? And then had the Gypsy woman just fulfilled his wish? This had to be some sort of elaborate hoax. Damon must have just dropped into a hidden trapdoor when he was surrounded by the smoke.
“Will Miss Monica come on stage to pick up her new bra?”
All the eyes in the room turned to the attractive young woman. They noticed her blushing in embarrassment.
“Miss Monica, don’t be scared. I would never do anything that is not asked for. Come up and examine bra. It’s yours”
Monica found herself complying with the Madam’s request. She walked to the stage, squatted down and picked up the maroon coloured lacy bra. A perfect match for the colour of Monica’s dress. She had to admit it was an attractive bra
Monica examined the garment. She was hoping to perhaps find a diamond ring somehow attached, thinking this was some sort of bizarre proposal.
“What do you think dear? Does Damon make a pretty bra?”
“Come out Damon. This has gone too far. You are embarrassing me”
“Damon is a bra now. He cannot reply”
Monica had dropped the bra and was examining the floor. She could not see a trap door. “Where is he?”
“You discarded him onto the floor. He would be disappointed except he is just a bra now and has no feelings, so no harm has been done.
“This isn’t funny. Damon if you are listening I would have accepted a proposal but not anymore. You have humiliated me in public. Our relationship is over”
“Oh dear! It seems Monica has not responded in the way Damon might have been hoping for. Would you like some help moving on Miss Monica”
“Yes I wish I could just forget about that deadbeat. I’ve wasted years of my life on him”
The Madam smiled then waved her hands. “Your wish is my command” She then went across and picked up the discarded blue bra and handed it to the apparently frozen Monica. Another flick of Madam’s fingers bought Monica back to life.
“Now Miss Monica. Since you are up on stage why don’t you tell us of your deepest desires”