Andy reflects

Andy sat on his bed, holding Suzan's bra. He wasn't sure why he had taken it. They had been together for years and he had never been tempted to do anything like that. Something about it had just... gripped him. But what was he supposed to do with it now?

He sat there, quietly staring at the bra, and a strange desire building up. He couldn't put the thing down. After a little bit, he came to a decision. He pulled off his shirt and, with shaking hands, he pulled on the bra. It was a struggle. He was much more used to taking bras off of others than putting them on. Still, he managed.

Quietly, he sat there and started to feel a little ridiculous. A large part of him was tempted to take it off. That smaller part that had urged him to put it on won out, though, and instead he pulled his shirt back on. When he realized that the bra was clearly visible under the shirt, causing it to push out oddly, he pulled a sweatshirt on too.

His phone buzzed and he checked it, seeing a message from his friend Todd. Asking if he wanted to hang out. Andy sent back a message and headed out.