She continue to stare at you for several minutes after asking you what she should do with you, having sat down on both of yours' double sized queen's bed. Her green eyes having a piercing stance on you that you don't remember ever seeing on her before.
It's a stare that seem to be trying to judge your very soul, or pick the slightest hint of your thoughts on the matter, in the perfectly machine fabricated mesh of silk you have become. To your horror, no amount of screaming you make seems to make it past your own thoughts, and after a long quiet handful of minutes, her expression grow bored.
"Well, I can't make up my mind and I think I'll run late if I don't start to prepare soon..."
And with all the delicateness of someone who just doesn't care, she toss you back off to the bed and walk off with the magic tome in her hands. She carefully settle it between more books in the shelves of the room, between her thousand relaxing evening verse book and your kamasutra. Then you hear her hum to herself as she browse the closet for something to wear, she barely give you a second look as she place her choices on the chair, done you see her grab the phone and composing.
"Hello Marie, how's it?" Pause "Oh yeah it's fine... look. I just wanted to warn you John couldn't make it. But I'll be there at the same time we discussed. A bottle of wine you say? Sure sure."
She laughed, hanging up shortly and tossing the phone on the bed not that far away from you, not that it was any use to you in that state. She shimmied out of her work clothes in short order and two minutes after you saw her walk out of the room naked. You could hear the shower start.
It's nearly an hour later when you see her again, she's clean, primped and prinned. You note that she's freshly shaved, her hair all styled out and she put on that one perfume that drive you completely insane. And then, she start to get dressed, a fresh bra, some stockings. And a fresh pair of panties from the drawer, as she slips them on, she entirely and completely ignore you, no amount of begging to be chosen, to be changed back or to be at least brought along with her, changing one thing. As she silently finish to put her dress on, add a little jewelry and grab her purse as she leave. Clicking the light off and leaving you to your own lonely designs.
Left alone in the empty house, you can only stare at the clock as slowly but surely time goes forth. You have never felt so lonely in your life and time has never gone so slow, not even during the worst of punishment you received from your parents when you were younger and would do wrong. Slowly, evening turn into night, the room falls to the darkness and your bored mind wanders, to the twinkling of the stars, the glare of the digital clock, the evening you are missing out on, from being stuck as panties. Something you try as much as possible to avoid obsessing about.
When the clock shows that it is past midnight and your girlfriend is still not back, you start to worry about what might be keeping her, while wishing that she would come back and change you back already. In the wee hours of the morning...
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