Each night you were dry cleaned with the other lingerie, you wonder if
all of them are guys or if some are real bras. Your mind reminds you
that you're a real bra. The same girl wore you the first two days, but
the third day is her day off, so the girl who has the other half of
her week's work schedule wore you. By the fourth day, it's hard to
think that you ever had a body other than the bra. You struggle to
recall how your hands felt as opposed to your metal clasps at the end
of the straps. You are a bra, only the promise of being restored at
the end of the week helps you to maintain a vestige of sanity.
You realize your wearer is upset. She's gotten very straight and
stiff, and her nipples are erect inside you. You focus on listening to
words instead of the rush of blood and heartbeat of your wearer.
"What do you mean we've been bought by the sporting goods store across
the street?"
"Just what I said, Hillary," said the man who injected you. You
remember his voice and the pain of the shot.
You think Hillary is a nice name. So the hot chick wearing you is
named Hillary. You struggle to focus on the conversation.
The man continues obviously reiterating whatever he had originally
said in more explicit terms, "Our company was bought by the sports
company. They're consolidating services. They really want our
management style and expertise. That's why they bought us. One
principal owner was their principal stockholder and well, he thought
we could bring the expertise needed to the other company. So we'll be
transferring some of our employees over there to supervise their
employees, and of course, we will be modifying our employees as
needed. The important part as far as you're concerned is that the new
payroll is monthly instead of weekly. So you'll get your check at the
end of the month."
"But I need my check each week - my budget's set up for that!"
"Hillary, please don't go to pieces, I'll check with corporate
possibly they can phase in the new payroll schedule so you can plan
for it. I'm only going by the one page memo I got, and the phone call
from the regional manager."
"Will I be clerking over there? I suppose I'll have to wear a sports
bra instead of this?" she says snapping one of your shoulder straps.
"Oh, my no. Just as most of our sales staff are female with male
managers and male employees as clothing, the model for the sporting
goods will be male sales staff with female managers - you'll be a
manager or assistant manager over there, which means you can wear your
own clothes - no uniform for you."
"Oh, goody! But what about, 'im?" she asks opening her blouse and
jabbing one of your right cup with her thumb.
"Ah, yes. He probably will be displeased with the arrangement. We're
cutting back our staff - so he won't be worn here. Still we do need
jockstraps and sports bras for the other employees - they're all
getting new tight fitting uniforms."
WHAT! Your mind reels. You won't be changed back until you get your
paycheck at the end of the month instead of the end of the week! Now
they're saying you might be modified and end up as some guy's
jockstrap or as a gal's sports bra? The idea of having girls' tits
inside you for a month is unnerving, but the idea of having guys' junk
inside you makes you queasy. It's a good thing you don't have a
stomach.