Jen suggests they go bra-less too

Chapter originally by PhantomPen on writing . com

"Oh, I've got an even better idea!" Jen said, snapping her fingers to regain Karen and Yuki's attention. "Since we're giving up our panties, why not go all the way?"

Before Karen or Yuki could ask what Jen meant, the two watched in shock as Jen slipped a hand under her shirt, pulling out her bra a second later! If it hadn't been for the fact that Jen's now-discarded bra was visibly in her hand and the ever-so-slight sag of her chest as her breasts were freed, neither would have believed what they'd just witnessed.

"Jen, are you nuts?!" Yuki asked, her voice incredulous.

"What? I'm just giving the girls a chance to breathe. Besides, how this any worse than taking off our panties?" Jen asked, idly twirling her bra around a finger. "It's not like it's cold enough in here to give it away, and our aprons would cover up the evidence if it was."

"Regardless, you're not getting me to do that." Karen muttered, her cheeks reddening.

Unfortunately for Yuki and Karen, Jen knew her friends all too well. Provided she pushed the right buttons, she could convince them to do almost anything. Staring straight at Karen, Jen adopted a sly smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, Karen? Scared?" Jen teased.

"I-I'm not scared!" Karen protested, fidgeting with her coffee. "I just... I just don't see the point."

"If you're really not afraid, then prove it." Jen said. "It's okay to be scared, Karen. Just admit it."

That was it. With a huff, Karen pulled one of her arms into her blouse, squirming around for a few moments before awkwardly working her arm, now carrying her bra, back out of her blouse. Tossing it onto the table like a piece of damning evidence, Karen stared Jen straight in the eyes.

"There."

"Awesome!" Jen cheered, clapping her hands together. Satisfied at swaying Karen so easily, Jen turned to Yuki. "Okay, Yuki, your turn."

"No!" Yuki said, firmly set against letting Jen's newest idea. As if to signify her opposition, Yuki promptly went about grabbing her jeans, trying to look completely focused on the task at hand.

"Wow. That was blunt." Jen said, letting a moment of silence pass before adding. "What are you hiding?"

"Hiding? I'm not hiding anything." Yuki said, distracted from her jeans for a moment.

"I bet you are." Jen said. "I bet you don't wanna take your bra off because you don't want us to find out it's padded! I bet you're a B-cup at best!"

That was it. Jen had pushed Yuki's biggest button. Her jeans currently forgotten, Yuki turned to face her friend.

"THAT is nothing more than a nasty stereotype!" Yuki snapped. "I don't have to exaggerate anything about my body. Shockingly, not all Asian women are flat as a board!" As if to prove her point, Yuki followed in Jen and Karen's footsteps, deftly unhooking her bra and yanking it out of her shirt. "See?"

Yuki made quite a sight at that moment, standing there bottomless save for the dangling apron, her bra hanging from her hand as she held it out for her friends to see. Jen had certainly managed to get what she wanted, and perhaps she could press the moment to get a bit more... As Yuki stood there, -