You are waken up when your wearer unlocks the store, and grabs you. You are excited and aticipating being worn, but instead, she takes you over to a manaquin.
"I'm sorry, dude" she said. "I wanted to wear you again today, and I'm sure you wanted to be worn too, but I...a...found out that you used to be human. When my boss found out that I knew, he said that he wouldn't let me where you anymore. He didn't want to have me treating you any different than the next bra, so he told me to put you on the Manaquin." she points toward a headles, armless, and legless manaquin. She starts to put you on the manaquin. You remeber being put on yesterday (one of the only things yor remember), and as she pulled you down the manaquin, your anticipation was quite as high. You didn't feel the flesh, nor the warmth. When you were finally put on all the way, instead of nipples or warm breasts, you just feel...a protrusion. It filled you up, but it didn't give you that feeling yesterday. Just dull, hard lumps filling up your head. You didn't have to hold them up, because they were already held up. You just sat there.
"See ya" she said, and went to get ready for the upcomming day. You watched her leave, her beutiful breasts bouncing without you there to hold them! You were being rejected! Now, your life was meaningless. Your on display, but you'll never be worn. Your whole life, just like that, put on a manaquin (you have by now forgotten that you were once human). She was wearing a thin, white bra instead of you, a thick, firm, and strong bra. How could she! She dissapeared from your sight. Your yearning for her breasts is not satisfied, and your mind is filled with jelousy and turmoil. You need her breasts, but she won't let you have them. You dont' realize your not hers, but actually your the sports store's property. You sit there all day, and continue to think things like: 'I need her to wear me! Why won't she wear me! I can't believe it! It's not fair! She wore me yesterday! Why can't she today! I need her breasts! I need anybody's breasts! But I have stay all day on this Manaquin! What's a Manaquin? That's what she called it. Anyway it is definately not a person!' Eventually everyone left, and the lights went out. You sat on this "manaquin" thing, and your thoughts of being worn continued on through the night.