If only moments like this came true more often. I think any of us would love to have a friend like Amy...
Transcript: Brian cursed his lack of shoulder flexibility as he fumbled with his sister’s bra. Damn it. How the hell did girls put these things on anyways? It was ridiculous. He could master the complex arts of hair and makeup, but couldn’t manage a simple contraption. Brian was so absorbed in his task that he didn’t even hear Amy enter the room until after she’d cleared her throat.
“Shit! Amy! Hi…uh…what are you doing here?” Brian didn’t know whether to be shocked or embarrassed. Amy lived across the street and was a few years older than he. Although they had never been in the same social circles at school—Amy was pretty and popular—they had remained good friends throughout the years.
“Brian,” Amy acknowledged, revealing that she knew exactly who he was, “your parents gave me keys to the house, so I could make sure you were doing alright while they were gone.”
Brian stared sheepishly at the floor to avoid Amy’s gaze.
“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. How did you…is it…?” Amy gestured inquisitively to the smooth flat front of Brian’s panties.
Brian sensed himself turning a deeper shade of red. “It’s still there. It’s just tucked back and taped, so it looks like I don’t have one.” He felt as if he had just confessed a felony. “Please don’t tell anyone, Amy. I’ll do anything you want. My sister would skin me alive and my parents would kill me if they ever found out about this! Please Amy, don’t tell anyone…please…”
Amy thought for a moment. “Come here,” she ordered. “Turn around, let me help you with that.” Brian was surprised to feel Amy’s gentle fingers fastening his bra. “There, go pick out an outfit, something proper. I won’t tell, but let me be clear: this is the last time I’ll have you wearing your sister’s things. Now hurry up and get dressed, unless you want to leave the house looking like that! We’ve got a lot of shopping to do!”