She sighs, and gets up, putting her beer bottle in the recycling, and turning toward you. "I know you are a perv and believe me, I am not doing this for you, but to be honest, I need a new bra. Not a sports bra but a regular one. It's so hard to find ones that fit well, and my most comfortable one just popped a wire and having a wire subtly stabbing one's boob is most definitely not ok. I tried a few cheaper off the rack ones...." pausing as you laugh, and throws a salt shaker at you "Off the rack means just from a big box store you dolt! Seriously...you are freaking child sometimes. No wonder why I am a lesbian" but you pick up the salt shaker and set it down "Sorry that was immature, even I will admit" and she sighs and continues "Well, it actually is kinda funny now that I think about it....but its only funny for a woman to say it, not for some guy." She leans back "But the only thing I need for a month or more would be that bra. But here's the thing...I want you out of my mind for that month... if we are doing this, you are to be bra and nothing else. I don't want commentary, I don't want to hear a peep from you. And if you turn into anything else for that month, I am flushing you down a toilet, so help me" You nod and then concentrate, and remove those bits of you from her mind. She feels a slight tingle and shakes her head "What the, oh, you just got out of my mind, ok...well, thank you." she sighs and says "Follow me" going into her bedroom. She gets out the old bra, and hands it to you "This style and size are about perfect, but you can see where the underwire is starting to poke. Turn yourse....wait" she sighs "Ok, can you be an adult about this? If you are gonna be a bra for a whole month, I need you to get the size perfect...so, go ahead" and with that she takes off her shirt, and then pulls her sports bra up over her head. You are really glad you made it so you didn't have genitals because if you had a hard on right now, she'd kick you out, cuss you out and follow through on her threat to flush you. But since you are Ken doll smooth down there, you avoid that, stepping to her, hands come up "Ok, may I? I mean I need to hold and feel them to be sure" She sighs "Don't enjoy it to much ok perv?" and she looks to the side. You cup her breasts, feeling them but being as sure as you can not to squeeze or fondle.... trying to control yourself and be as clinical as you can. You can feel your mind absorbing the details and you step back "ok done" she turns her head back, a little puzzled look on her face "Ok, that was like, not stupid... you were really being ok about that and fitting me, not getting your rocks off...trust me, I know" you nod "You're my friend, I know you don't like guys, and you asked me a favor, all while letting me try my new abilities. Least I could do was reign in my male stupidity. Plus, I believe you would flush me, whether I transformed or not" she laughs ok, well....go ahead, turn into a bra, and I will talk to you in a month"
Stepping back, then deciding to lay back on the bed, you focus on what your hands and eyes felt and saw, closing your eyes, this time paying attention to the process. With what you are becoming, you almost instantly feel you legs and even crotch collapsing down to nothing and you hear a gasp, meaning Stephanie is watching. Your arms follow suit, up to your shoulders, where your form is thinning, turning pale. You abdomen collapses, but right about where you diaphragm is your body is forming into pliable wires the cup your chest. Your awareness shifts a bit, as you realize your head just collapse into nothingness and the process slows as it finished, your chest basically the only part of you left, but that hollows out, most of your back disappears and you fall to the comforter, completely turned into a bra. You feel slender fingers pick you up, and hear Stephanie say "Not bad, that was really weird to watch, but you look pretty good, let me try you on" as she slips you around her, hooking your straps and getting you adjusted, then she pauses. She actually jumps up and down and then laughs "Oh my God, guys are actually good for something! You are the best bra I have ever had. thanks man" then she giggles a little, not her normal mode of laughing as she takes you off "Look at me talking to a bra, hehe." she walks to the laundry room putting you down and putting her sports bra back on. Picking you up once more. "Ok, last time I talking to you...but dude, you are seriously perfect, thanks....bye" and she tosses you in the hamper, clearly going to wash you before she wears you.
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