Your embarrassment

Mmm... Yes, sweet taste of embarrassment and shame... Face turning red, guilt in the gaze... What's not to love. Truly, I like nothing better than this. One time I had this princess... But I digress.

The girl holding me was neither lustful nor ashamed, sadly. Weary of spending too much energy, I tried to nourish on the energy she gave away of her own volition. But there was so little... The girl seemed tired but happy... And as surprised to see me as I was to wake up as this... This thing.

Good. The chances are she's not a witch that changed me into that without me even noticing.

**** not to be cast aside again, I mustered all my energy into whetting her curiosity...

***

The bra looked expensive and you wondered where it came from. Perhaps it was a gift from a satisfied client...? You did an ad campaign for classy perfumes last month... You're about to put it back into the box, but you hesitate, wondering how would you look in it. After all... It was probably meant for you, right? And even if not, you can't send it back without the address. But tomorrow you could ask if your colleagues also received similar gifts...