Teresa, strapped in

I felt something happen immediately after Karyn made her wish. But I wasn't sure just what had happened. I still couldn't see. And I had a hideous feeling I was STILL a bra. But something had changed. I wasn't feeling the pressure of supporting Karyn's new bustline anymore. In fact, I wasn't feeling ANY pressure at all. Karyn? Are you there? I thought to her. I could hear nothing from Karyn. But I did hear something else. "What in the world?" a voice said. "Where did YOU come from?" I knew that voice. It belonged to Teresa March, another girl in my class. She was very nice, and cute with brown hair in a pixie cut, but, well -- there were jokes that, even though she was my age, she still hadn't hit puberty yet. This was because she had the flatest chest in the junior class. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She probably didn't need one. I felt her fingers touch me. Was she going to try to take me off? That freaked me out. I felt bad enough being a bra, but I didn't want to be one that ended up just tossed on the floor. My only hope, I figured, would be if I were as perfect a match for her as I was for Karyn. And then, I was! I suddenly felt myself tight against Teresa's chest. I could apparently adjust my size at will. That was an interesting fact to know. "How did you do that?" I heard Teresa say. "This is freaky. I think I'd better take you off!" Karyn! I thought out loud. When you wished I wasn't your bra, I became Terry March's! She's wearing me now! And she's going to take me off. Karyn? Can you hear me?