By this time, your mind is gone. You no longer crave to be worn but you still feel uncomfortable not being worn. These are the only thoughts you have: being worn is comfortable and not being worn is not comfortable. You
are completely a bra.
Then one day, you're soaked in a strange chemical. You really feel uncomfortable now as waves of electricity pass over you. You feel like you are being stretched but not in any way you got used to. After several minutes of
this intense sensation, it calms down, but you are no longer a bra.
Thoughts begin to form in your head. These thoughts are strange to you. Thoughts about your former life as a human. Memories long forgotten come back to you but they no longer feel like your memories.
You are a human but instead of feeling like you are restored to humanity, you feel like your bra-ness has been taken from you.
You lay there for a while not knowing what to do. Your knowledge of how to walk and talk has been restored to you, but walking and talking feel alien to who you are.
"Come on, get dressed." Your boss says although you don't recognize him as your boss. "Here's your money. I'm sure you won't mind that after taking out fees of various kinds, you only receive two thousand dollars for the
month. Since you no longer have to pay for housing though, that's two thousand you can just blow in partying. Now get out of here and enjoy your weekend."
After enough prodding, your boss gets you dressed and out the door. You find a bench and sit down still not knowing what to do. You sit there for hours. Then hunger pains give you a clue what to do. You go get a
hamburger.
As you eat, your memories of being a human start to feel more comfortable. You enjoy the hamburger, milkshake, and all the goodies that are so bad for you. You finally decide to rent a room before you spend the rest of
your paycheck on fun.
Even though you enjoy your life as a human again and you get to the point where no one else can tell how strange you feel, you're still thinking about being a bra.
After the weekend, you return to your job. You nearly run to get back to it. As soon as you are there, you strip off your clothes and offer your arm expecting the shot.
Your boss says, "Well your back as expected. Unfortunately, we don't need bras anymore. We've also changed some of our other policies. Meet John. We're going to partner you up with him so that you belong to one person
for a month. Trying to keep track of you without letting people know who you are was too difficult."
John shook your hand and said, "I still can't imagine why you would want to be worn or that I'm going to wear a human."
You plead, "I WANT BREASTS. I NEED BREASTS. I'M A BRA."
Your boss comforts you, "You'll get used to being a jockstrap the same way you got used to being a bra."
Then your boss tells John, "Don't worry about him. He just needs time to adjust. I'm sure by the end of the day, he'll be happy to be worn by you."
Your boss gives you a shot and you begin to shrink, whimpering as you do. John undresses. He's young and athletic. He's got one of the best male bodies you've ever seen, but he's male and doesn't have breasts.
Your boss jokes, "Looks like you truly need a jockstrap. You might even be too much for your new jockstrap."
You whimper.