This choice: Be a bra and hitch a ride. • Go Back... No, no. Stick to the plan, you think. You've got as long as you want to play around with this. There will be time to become a seventh-grade volleyball player's shorts. For now, keep it simple.
You go over to the bra hanging from the bench. It's an A cup, but that's okay; not like you expected these girls to be wearing DDs. You do wonder a little why some girls put their clothes back in their lockers and some didn't, but you shrug -- probably an organization thing, not worth worrying about. What you do check quick is the dress laying next to the bra. It takes you a moment to adjust it based on your current stature, but it's a pretty straightforward and functional dress for a girl built a lot like you presently are.
All right, this will work. Now, how to do this? You could throw away the bra and just replace it, but that's kind of rude. Poor girl would lose her bra! No, you focus, and lay your hand on top of it, and imagine yourself merging into it.
You blink in surprise. No...you don't blink. You can't blink. You're a bra. A small, basic white bra laying next to a dress that now dwarfs you.
It's agonizing waiting for your owner to come back in. Will she be tall? Short? Blonde hair, or brown, or -- oh, could she be a redhead? You've always liked redheads. No matter, it's going to be awesome. When you finally hear the an echo of feminine voices approaching, you find yourself aroused all over again. This time, it's not a dampness in your legs, because you don't have them; instead, the feeling is all over and through you. This is going to be awesome.
The first girls pass you by, chattering away; you're below hip-height, and you have a great view of them as they begin to strip down. For a moment, you're a little disappointed -- one of them looks a lot like Julie Smith, but with a flatter chest.
But your disappointment lasts only a moment, as a skinny redhead walks over and looms over you.
"Why do you keep forgetting to put your clothes in your locker?" calls the girl who looks like Julie.
"I got distracted," your owner says. "And you know how Janezich is, if you get out ten seconds late...."
"You're gonna get something stolen someday."
"I put my purse in my locker," the girl says, taking off her shirt and sportsbra.
Oh, my. She isn't a sixth-grader. Probably seventh grade, maybe eighth. Those breasts are spectacular. Small, sure, but firm and perky. You would be salivating if you weren't made of cloth.
Your owner stuffs clothes into her locker, and pulls out her purse. She's wearing only panties, and you are quite happy that luck brought you to this girl. She puts on some deodorant, and slams the locker shut. And then she turns back to you.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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