Hello, I am a bra. I enjoy freedom wherever I go. I struggle so much with needing release from the teacher of the year, Eugene.
The first batch of freedom came from my principal who told us we can now leave whenever we want, most notably right now because Fall Break is just around the corner.
The second batch of freedom came in being able to take a power nap inside a Honda Accord. It was a rather delicious feeling the air conditioning breeze through my soft skin.
Freedom came in the form of delicious food, that naturally suited my internal desires – most notably in the form of Pizza at Pizza Port.
I naturally felt a new setting in San Diego as we lounged into the AIRBNB, watched some “I Love You Man” which included a guest cameo by Richard Myers, and I felt moments of loneliness and sadness.
We ended up consuming more Mexican food which was okay before watching some nice little Leprechaun music. It was rather indecent and made me want to bury myself in my chest.
When my owner got back to the room, he eventually went to sleep after watching terrible Riverdale. That show makes me want to Hannah Baker myself. Anyway, I woke up with the ultimate feeling of freedom, accidentally exposing myself to the world. As embarrassing as that sensation was, it is a necessary freedom instilled in me by the Constitution of the United States of America. #freethenipple #proudtobeanamerican.
An American bra I am, an American toty I am a part of, an America nipple exposed.
