It has been a long while since I’ve wrote a nice, wholesome story like this. This originally was going to be a darker story but I liked the characters to much to be that mean to them. Plus, I spent a lot a time on this story and later on decided that a bad ending wasn’t need. Anyway, hope you enjoy this caption.
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“Gah, what happened last night?” asked Marsha to no one but herself. Waking up in nothing but a bra and pajama pants, she wondered where her previous clothes went. She remembered leaving her house in casual clothing, but nothing like what she was wearing now. “I must’ve put them in my laundry basket,” she said aloud. Looking around the room she found herself in, she realized it wasn’t her bedroom. In fact, it wasn’t any room she had in her house. Noticing the movie posters hung up on the wall across from her, Marsha realized she was in her best friend, Stephanie’s house.
Slowly getting up she tried her best to not fall over, this was the worst hangover she’d had in months. Walking slowly down the adjacent hallway she began to look for Stephanie. She remembered things had gotten a little heated between them last night and she wanted to see how she was doing. They didn’t argue or anything like that, instead, they engaged in their average drunken friends-with-benefits debauchery. The two always loved sharing those moments together, who doesn’t enjoy having ‘fun’ with your friend while the two of you are drunkenly loving each other? Marsha certainly did, so much so she was considering asking Stephanie to be her girlfriend once she saw her again. Although, that was proving rather difficult.
Looking all over her house she couldn’t find her. It seemed a bit weird, normally on mornings like this the two would greet each other before splitting up for the day. Yet, it was perfectly reasonable. Stephanie must’ve had to go to work early. But still, not saying goodbye before leaving was a bit rude. Marsha didn’t hold it against her, though. At this point, she also managed to find her clothes. She started to take her bra off before she remembered something, Stephanie had something to do with it.
Although hazily, she recalled that Stephanie had given her this bra. She was always the sentimental type, Marsha loved to get stuff to remember things. This was such a case, getting her friend's bra after a great night together would serve as a great memento. Sliding it back on she reasoned that it wouldn’t hurt to wear it for a few hours longer. Looking through her messages from last night one caught her eye, it was to herself it read: “Remember to transform Stephanie back into a human after you get up. Remember, she is the bra you are currently wearing and the reversal spell is on your notes app.”
“No wonder I couldn’t find you, you were wrapped around me.” she said, lightly rubbing one of Stephanie’s straps. “Oh…now I can remember about last night. Who’d thought you loved me so much that you wanted to spend the night as my clothes? Well, I guess my memory was wrong. This isn’t one of your bras, it’s you. Well, I think it’s about time I transform you back. I know that’s probably disappointing for you, but hey, you’re going to love what I’m going to ask you once you’re you again.” Scrolling through her notes, she found the spell. Pausing for a moment she considered using it, but where’s the fun in that? Her friend was currently her bra and they were both happy, so why not keep her for a little longer? “You know what, I think you deserve to spend the day around me. You were such a good friend last night, after all.” Pulling on a t-shirt, Marsha made a mental note to ask about having Stephanie wear her, once she’s human again. Now, she had two things to ask her, two good things.