You spend the rest of the day foccusing your mind to listen to the human conversations, but with every bounce of her boobs it gets harder. The English language is slipping away from you with every passing minute. By the end of the day, your taken off. You feel the yearn come back into you. You thought it'd be easier to think now that your off, but now you can't think of anything but getting back on that pair of breasts. Your wearer...what was her name? It started with an H...oh your brain is so fogged and clouded, your memory is going bad. You remeber there was something that made you worry, something that troubled you, but you can't remember. You need to be worn, though.
"Goodbye" said your wearerer, looking around to make sure there was no one around. She kissed you on the white cup, "I hope your life fairs better at the sports store" Then she left, and locked the door behind her.
'What am I suposed do?' you think. 'What sports store? Please come back! I need you! Without you...I'm nothing. Your breasts, they complete me. I can't think strait without them. I...need them. What's happening to me? I was...what was I? I was something before I was a bra, whasn't I? But what? I know I wasn't like her. What is a sports store? And why am I going there?' Your brain is in trumoil as you yearn for your wearer, whom you will probably never see again. Hanging on the rack, in the dark, your mind is going in a cycle of wanting to be worn, and wondering what she was talking about. But eventually you've forgotten she talked about anything, and your yearn to be worn overwhealms you.
You see the man that turned you into a bra, whom you have now started to refer to as the boss (since you don't remember that he turned you into a bra). He comes toward you, and grabs you by the strap. He takes you into the back room, and into the room which you vaugly recognize. He takes a shot, and injecs a sirum into your fabric, and you are soaked with the sirum.
'What's happening?' you wonder. You feel weird, and your clasps are becoming thicker, and warmer. Blood is rushing to your head. Your vission goes blury for a seccond, and when you come to, your awake, and human.
"What happened?" you say, putting your hand on your head
"You didn't hear?" he asked. "You were...right there" he said. "Anyway, we've been bought out by a sporting goods company, and they need more employees over in that store. They found out our little secret of how we trasform employees into manaquins and clothing items. Well, they needed some extra employees so they're transfering you to that store, just like Hillary."
"Who's Hillary?" you ask.
"The girl that wore you. She thinks she's being promoted to a manager, and she deserves to be too. I would've sooner or later promoted her if I was the one calling the shots. She's a good kid, best girl that ever worked here. But they're transfering her another store in Seatle, more than 2,000 miles from here, and turning her permenently into a Manaquin. They're pretty deceptive, and they assured me that somehow it was leagle. They'll probably tell her to sign some paper, that signs her life over to them. Anyway, they're going to see if it's profitible to do that, and, who knows, eventually you or I might end up in a permenant transformation. Anyway, you've been transfered to the sports store in this mall. You will be a spots bra, but other than that, I don't know."
You feel the needle in your body, and you black out.