After Mrs. Johnson stopped yelling at Sarah, Tina told them that she could hear Jeff and that Jeff was OK. They tried everything they could, but they couldn't turn Jeff back. Finally, they decided that, since Jeff had to stay a bra, that they would let him decide who would own him. He decided that he wanted Tina to own him. It was then that his mom started crying that she would never get to talk to her son again, and that technicaly, he wasn't her son, but a product of a lingerie company. Jeff was sad too that he was leaving, but the only person he fit was Tina, so he decided to go with her. He said his goodbyes through Tina, and then he left with her.
"I'm sorry Jeff that you had to stay like this" she said, rubbing him on the right cup.
"That's OK, it's not your fault" Jeff thought.
They went to her house, and he was worn the rest of the day. That night, when Tina was sleeping, Jeff could feel her steady breathing from her chest. He wanted to talk to her, but she was sleeping, and he didn't want to wake her up. The next morning, Tina took Jeff off, and threw him in the dirty clothes hamper.
"I'm sorry Jeff, but I can't wear dirty bras all the time" Jeff stayed in the hamper for a couple of hours, and then he went into the washer. He was soaked in the water, twirled around, and then heated and spun around in the dryer. He was very dizzy. He was put onto the couch with a bunch of other clothes. Then Tina's mom came into the room, and folded him with all the other clothes. He was stuffed in a drawer, where he stayed for three or four days. Although he didn't yearn for her to be inside of him, he wanted to be worn, since that was the only thing to do anymore.
Life went on as normal. Everytime Jeff was worn, he and Tina would talk. They would talk about this and that, but there wasn't anything really to talk about with your bra. Jeff eventually accepted the fact that he was a bra, and eventually started to stop trying to talk with Tina everytime he was worn. Tina even forgot he was ever alive, and started to treat him like the other bras.
Years went by, and Jeff was barely even thinking anymore. Not because he couldn't, but because, as a bra, there wasn't much to think about. Jeff's sister and mother had pretty much forgotten about him. Tina had forgotten him, and even if she remebered him, finding him would be even harder. Jeff comfortably rode on her brests once a week. Not thinking that life had been any different. Jeff was being worn on Tina's wedding day. He could hear the music, and his former girlfriend making her vows. But none of this had any meaning anymore. It had been so long since he used English that he had forgotten it. He became the oldest bra Tina owned. Eventually he was thrown out because he was so old, and nobody ever remembered him.