Invisible bra

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The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and I bought a pound of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) to visit my sister
. She already has her own house, and so do I. However, the installment payments are making my life a bit tight, so occasionally coming to my sister's place for a free meal has become a regular occurrence. Actually, I have another purpose—my sister is a very pretty girl, and she has many fashionable and sexy lingerie.
"Ah! Little brother's here? What's wrong, can't you again?" My sister and I have always been very close, even after I started working. But I know this situation will eventually change, and I might not be able to come to my sister's place so freely anymore. After all, she'll eventually get married, and I heard she just found someone. As for me?
I don't know, because my ideal partner hasn't appeared yet, and one of the criteria is that he has to be as good to me as my sister is!
"You rest first, help yourself to whatever you want to eat. I'm going to take a shower first, it's so hot these days, it really feels like summer!"
My sister said casually and went to take a shower. I, on the other hand, idly looked around to see what food was available. My sister's shower would probably take at least half an hour, so I decided to find something to eat and drink first. Suddenly, an item caught my eye. It was lying flat on the bed, haphazardly arranged with some underwear and dresses.
Was this an invisible bra? I touched it; it felt really nice. So, my sister was taking a shower now…
I rushed to the kitchen sink, quickly washed my hands, dried them with a kitchen towel, cleaned my chest, and then returned to the room. My heart was pounding, but my hands didn't tremble. I knew this wasn't the time to sweat, and I trusted my control over my body!
I picked up the left one, gently flipped it open, aligned the recessed nipple protection with my left nipple, and pressed it against. I released my right hand, and the bra automatically returned to its original shape, firmly against my chest. I did the same for my right breast, then fastened the seam in the middle. The invisible bra appeared perfectly on my chest. I moved slightly and suddenly felt something on my chest; a strange sensation instantly filled my body. Then I quickly took off my casual pants, revealing white briefs that I had already neatly arranged, picked up my sister's white dress, and quickly put it on.
Looking at my beautiful figure and delicate breasts in the mirror, I smiled softly. Although I didn't have time to fix my hair, the effect of the invisible bra was beyond my expectations. What excited me even more was the feeling it gave me—it was as if I truly possessed a woman's breasts. That feeling was unparalleled.
My body had completely transformed into that of a petite woman, and the effect was almost identical to my sister's usual attire. After twisting my waist and striking a few alluring poses, I had to take off my dress and put it back as it was. I put on my pants, but I couldn't bear to remove the bra from my chest, because I was truly captivated by this feeling, this feeling of possessing breasts.
The sound of water in the bathroom disappeared. Reluctantly, I removed the bra, put it back as it was, put on my shirt, and returned to the living room. My sister came out in her bathrobe and locked herself in her bedroom, while I idly drank my beverage. A moment later, my sister came out, wearing the dress I had just worn, but her breasts were now proudly firm, instead of their usual delicate shape…
"Hey bro, don't you think anything's different about me today?" my sister asked excitedly.
"Nothing! Still as beautiful as ever. No! I should say you're getting more and more beautiful." Looking at my sister's face, I said what she definitely wanted to hear, even though I knew what she wanted me to say, but I had no mood for it at that moment.
That night, I didn't change my clothes after returning to my place. I couldn't sleep that night, all I could see was the girl with the exquisite figure in the mirror and her proud, firm breasts.
The next day, I searched online for "invisible bras," and most of them were between two hundred and five hundred yuan. I was just about to grit my teeth and buy one when suddenly a message jumped into my eyes: "Latest invisible bra, seeking trial wearers, both men and women!"
What should I do? I hesitated for a long time, and finally sent an email... To my surprise, a few days later, I received a package that I hadn't expected much from, and when I opened it, I actually found the unexpected gift that I hadn't been too hopeful about—an invisible bra.
It happened to be Friday night, so I began my fun-filled dress-up game. This one was an A-cup, unlike my sister's B-cup, it felt much more form-fitting! The nipple protection was a bit strange, much smaller than my sister's, only slightly larger than my own nipples, just barely covering them. Another odd thing was the lack of a central clasp, replaced by a thin, flesh-colored membrane. After putting it on, I gently smoothed out the membrane, and it adhered perfectly to my chest, leaving no trace.
What surprised me even more was that the bra, which was initially a slightly colorless to flesh-colored hue, perfectly matched my skin tone after I put it on! And the realistic prosthetic nipples were almost indistinguishable from real ones. When I touched my breasts, I felt no discomfort whatsoever, just like touching a real woman's breasts; the soft touch was intoxicating, completely unlike the feeling of ordinary prosthetics.
However, I didn't believe in free lunches; such high-end items couldn't be without problems. But after repeated testing, I found absolutely no issues! The membrane could be easily opened and removed with a gentle tug, and there was no discomfort or feeling of it falling off after putting it on. My chest felt heavy, as if I really had breasts, even though it was only an A cup. I enjoyed the pleasure it brought me, wearing it all weekend, even in the shower, because I knew it wasn't afraid of water, and the membrane prevented water from getting in! Thus, I completed a near-perfect transformation this weekend, completely immersing myself in the world of a woman. On Sunday evening, I reluctantly began to remove my "equipment," returning to my original form and preparing for tomorrow's work.
In the sweltering summer heat, I wouldn't do anything dangerous, so fully returning to my male form was absolutely crucial.
However, an accident happened! When I was about to take off the invisible bra, I first looked for the invisible membrane, but to my surprise, it was gone!
What happened? Completely unable to find a trace, I panicked. Could it have been damaged due to my unknowing mistake? That would be such a pity. But something even more surprising happened.
I couldn't take off this invisible bra! What to do? I absolutely couldn't let anyone at work see it—that was my only thought. What a pity, after trying countless methods to no avail, I decided to forcibly destroy the invisible bra. But how? After wearing it for two days and two nights, I was certain it was completely conformed to my skin. When I stretched it, I felt a corresponding sensation. Even worse, when I pinched my nipples, I felt pain in them as well.
Finally, I gave up. I finally understood why it was free—it definitely had a huge flaw.
That night, I emailed them about my situation, my heart pounding with anxiety. I didn't know when they would reply, or what I would do tomorrow. I drifted off to sleep in tension and anxiety…
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck; several days of continuous rain allowed me to wear a thick jacket to work. But every time I looked at my beautiful breasts at night, I felt a mix of joy and sorrow. Was this how I was destined to live? How could I find a girlfriend like this?
The other party hadn't contacted me, but after anxiously waiting, I finally received another package before the weekend. The package contained very little: just a plane ticket. What to do? Go or not?
I'm an indecisive person; without some motivation, I probably would have given up. But whether it was fate or luck playing a trick on me—I actually got a vacation. It was a strange vacation: no bonus deduction, full pay, uncertain duration, but definitely at least three months.
What exactly happened? Some said it was a company restructuring, but why were over a dozen people laid off, while I was the only exception? I wasn't laid off, nor did I continue working; instead, I was given this strange form of leave.
However, in the end, I didn't know why, and I didn't ask. I had to board that plane because I felt my chest becoming increasingly strange, as if my bra had truly become my breasts.
The destination was strange, an unknown place. When I boarded, I found that I was the only passenger on the entire plane, and it seemed like a private jet, arranged specifically for me. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't refuse the beautiful flight attendant—not because of her beauty, but because of her terrifying skills; I couldn't even push her arm away.
Was there a conspiracy? But why would an ordinary civilian like me need such sophisticated methods?
I didn't know how they obtained air travel rights, and I had no idea where they were taking me. Half an hour after boarding, for some reason, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found myself lying naked in a strange place. Even more astonishingly, all the body hair on my body was gone. I felt a mix of panic, fear, and a strange excitement.
The room was decorated in yellow and white, with minimal furniture. I was lying on a soft double bed, on pale yellow sheets. There was a small bedside table, but it was empty.
Against the wall was a wardrobe with a full-length mirror, but it was closed, so I couldn't see inside. The most striking feature was probably the wall—or rather, a mirrored wall. The entire wall was a huge mirror, but I suspected it was like the mirrors in police stations, reflecting everything from the other side.
The only door was glass, but I didn't expect to be able to open it. I looked around, but didn't make any unnecessary movements, afraid of angering the owner.
Suddenly, a strange voice rang out, but I couldn't tell if it was male or female: "Child, thank you for your free trial. You've shown us some problems, and now, in return, we'll let you try all our products for free. All the products are in the wardrobe; we believe they'll fit you perfectly. Try them on; we're sure you'll be satisfied. And as compensation, we'll pay you enough wealth to last a lifetime!"
Looking at the mysterious wardrobe, I hesitated. What should I do?
But when I saw the two beautiful bulges on my chest, I finally made up my mind. In reality, given the current situation, what other choice was there? What was there to fear? I should face my true feelings and make my own choice! The wardrobe was filled with all sorts of items I'd never seen before, but a neatly stacked stack of papers nearby quickly made me understand the purpose of everything. My actions began.
First was a flesh-colored pair of underwear, but with a peculiar design. Inside, there was a prominent pocket for my genitals, and two strange little holes in the front and back, the purpose of which I didn't know. As instructed, I pulled up my underwear, completely stuffing my genitals inside, including my two extra testicles. The underwear was tight; I barely managed to pull it up, feeling a swelling in my genitals. My buttocks were completely and tightly connected to it, without a single gap. I felt a little excited, but unfortunately, I couldn't get an erection at all. The underwear, made of some unknown material, completely bent me in that position, and my testicles were forced back into my abdomen. As for my buttocks, the extra items made them appear slightly upturned, quite gracefully.
However, underwear is underwear after all; although it was flesh-colored, there was still a noticeable difference. Was this considered their excellent product? But I didn't think too much about it, as there were still many other things to wear.
Flesh-colored corset, flesh-colored split-toe pantyhose, flesh-colored tight-fitting top, flesh-colored long-sleeved gloves—perhaps the only commendable thing was that everything fit my figure perfectly, nothing seemed superfluous, and there wasn't a single feeling of tightness. After dressing, facing my reflection in the mirror, I could hardly believe it was me.
Looking at that graceful, slender figure, I felt a sense of joy at becoming a woman, though it all seemed imperfect. Was this the result of their advanced technology?
Then, a perfect woman's head membrane with long, flowing hair came into view, perfectly fitting my head shape. Without hesitation, I put it on my head, tightly binding it with my flesh-colored bodysuit, completely covering my Adam's apple. A perfect woman appeared in the mirror; perhaps this was a special creation.
What a beautiful woman! I never imagined I could look so much like a woman. However, there were still various flaws: my face was a little plump, my Adam's apple was faintly visible, my breasts were slightly small, my limbs were still somewhat thick, my waist wasn't slender enough, my hips weren't full enough, and so on—in short, not perfect. I only resembled a woman, but the flaws were so obvious.
"You did very well. Now, enjoy it." Before the words were finished, a jet of water suddenly shot towards me. I couldn't actually tell if it was water, but I knew it caused me great pain.
The instant my flesh-colored clothes touched the "water," I felt them contract, contract intensely. The pain was incomparable, but unexpectedly, within that pain seemed to be a strange pleasure. Every part of my body began to contract, but my chest and buttocks seemed to swell slightly. Was it a hallucination? An illusion? Or reality?
I couldn't tell. But the powerful, strange pleasure gave me a peculiar feeling of near collapse, and while my lower body should have reacted, it became strangely mysterious; I barely felt that pleasure, or perhaps it had merged with other sensations.
The water stopped. Gradually, I felt the changes in my body cease, and the strange pain disappeared.
I lazily lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept before I woke up, and as I stretched, I suddenly stopped. Because I saw myself in the mirror. Was this me? A beautiful woman lay naked on the bed, everything about her so proportionate and harmonious. Perhaps no body could be more beautiful. Though her face was unadorned, she was still as lovely as a lotus emerging from water, elegant and graceful. Perhaps the only flaw was her slightly disheveled hair, which unexpectedly added a touch of wildness, enhancing her beauty with a unique allure.
"I...this...how is this possible?" Her soft voice evoked pity. Her unadorned, beautiful body displayed her beauty without reservation, while her most private parts were only faintly visible, sparking endless imagination.
But I felt no particular attraction, for this woman, seemingly peerless and captivating, was none other than myself.

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