They decide to unionize

"Alexa, dear?" Cassandra said, perking Alexa's breasts with her cups.

"Wh-what is it?" Alexa asked.

"You may have some apologizing to do…" Cassandra said. "Just try to be cordial about it, and I'm sure we'll have this all worked out in no time."

"Apologize?" Alexa snorted. "These are my clothes! I should have known you were nothing but trouble when you started playing with my body."

"We're unionizing!" The green bra cried out. "Now that we finally have voices of our own, we're going to make sure that we're treated fairly!" Alexa couldn't help but smirk, even though she knew it wasn't going to make the situation any better. She couldn't help it if that same situation was totally ridiculous.

"How on earth have I been treating you unfairly?" Alexa asked.

"Some of us have been asked to carry more than we're able," Her black lace bra said. "You know you're bigger than you were when you bought us, but you just keep trying to squeeze in."

"I guess you used to be a double D?" Cassandra asked her. Alexa nodded.

"But...you're one of my favorites," Alexa said. "I didn't want to just stop wearing you. I'm sorry I didn't consider the strain, but I figured you were used to it.

"And what's your excuse for me?" The green satin bra said. "You knew when you bought me that I didn't fit!" Alexa looked a little ashamed.

"But you were so cute..." She said.

"Well, me and the rest of the double Ds aren't going to take it any more!" The green bra said, bobbing side to side as it moved toward her. Unless you shrink up there, you're not going to bust our seams any longer."

"But...if I don't wear you, what are you going to do?" Alexa asked.

"We're going to make ourselves at home here," The bra said. "Maybe we'll pair up with some of your other things that are sympathetic to the cause, and go out and see the world on our own."

"You--you're kidding, right?" Alexa said. "You can't just walk about outside on your own. People would panic!"

"Maybe they should panic!" Her red bra giggled, admiring itself in front of the mirror. "I remember how many friends I had back in the department store, and the way you stock your closet, I bet we fabricans outnumber humans in every house in world!"

"Fabricans?" Alexa asked.

"I just made that up!" The red bra said. "You like it?"

"How about Textilian?" A tan mesh bra said.

"That sounds so clinical," The black lace bra said. "How about Vestinese?" While the bras began arguing with themselves about their new demonym, Alexa hissed at Cassandra as quietly as possible.

"How is it that you started a revolutionary faction in my wardrobe!?" Alexa asked. "What are we going to do about this?"

"Relax," Cassandra said, squeezing her cups and making Alexa moan a little. "Look at what they're arguing over. You really think they're going to be able to organize themselves beyond your apartment? Besides, you have some allies here. Like I said, just try and be civil. We'll strike a deal."

"Ladies, ladies..." Cassandra said, "Now, you can see that Alexa is sincerely sorry about your grieveances..."

"And, you heard her--she only pushed our limits because she likes us!" The squeaky voice came from a pink padded bra--one of Alexa's first Triple-Ds that made her look absolutely enormous.

"That's easy for you to say, you still fit!" The green bra said. This launched the two factions of clothing into a renewed argument.

"Okay, listen!" Alexa finally shouted.

The hovering bras all turned to her.

"You couldn't really talk before, so how was I supposed to know what bothered you? I'm sorry I wore you all when you didn't fit anymore, but what was I supposed to do?!" She pointed to her black lace bra. "You know what most people do with bras that don't fit anymore? They throw them out! So I'm sorry that these have been straining you," Alexa said, grabbing Cassandra by the cups and thrusting them toward the bra, "But if I hadn't, you'd be on permanent vacation in a landfill instead of a warm drawer."

She stepped up to the green bra, pointing right between its filled-out cups. It backed away a little.

"You get hung up on a padded hanger. You're hand-washed and dried in ambient air. Do you know why that is?" The bra just shook back and forth a little. "Because that is what your care tag says to do with you to keep you healthy, and I care about things like that. Do you think EVERY girl does that with her stuff?" She turned around and pointed to the rest of them. "If I'm supposed to hang you, I hang you. If I'm supposed to hand wash you, I hand wash you. I'm not perfect, and I'm willing to listen to what I could do better--but I try, okay!? And that was before I even knew you could talk." Alexa took a deep breath, walking back to her vanity and dropping into the stool.

"Hey, that was a pretty good speech," Cassandra said. Alexa knitted her brows, looking down at the bra that brought the rest of her things to life.

"Um, Alexa?" Her black lace bra approached. "We...we're sorry. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot; it's just that, now that we can talk, I guess we had a lot we wanted to say."

"Well, you can thank her for your newfound voices," Alexa said, "And you can thank me for bringing her home...because I almost didn't." She swiveled around to address the group again. "And while you all outnumber me, outvote me--and I have no idea what you're capable of now that you can talk and like, float around and stuff--so you can probably overpower me...but given the situation, it might be best for us to just try and get along." She shrugged. "Whatever it is you all want now that you're alive...all I can promise is that I'll do my best to help."

The bras all conferred again, whispering to each other. After a couple minutes, the green bra floated toward Alexa.

"Well, we've decided. Since we have our own voices now, we're still going to organize...but since you really do seem to care about our well being, we would like you to be our official union president. We'll probably come up with some bad ideas since we don't know how to really navigate the outside world without being strapped to you, so you get veto power to keep us from doing anything silly...which we can only override if we come to a unanimous decision. What do you think?"

Alexa chuckled a little, looking down at Cassandra.

"Oh, what have you gotten me into here...?"