This choice: Michelle grabs the medallion • Go Back... Frantically, Michelle wraps her fingers around the medallion, unsure of how to proceed. With her free hand, she begins to sift through some clothes, hoping to find anything to cover herself. In the shadows of the closet, she holds up an article of clothing. "Panties." She said, simply affirming the fact to herself. But it was too late. She was suddenly puzzled by her almost latent immobility. She couldn't see anything to understand what had happened, but she could sense, almost beyond articulation... everything around her. The closet door opens, and Michelle instinctivley felt herself shrink away in fear of this woman, but the woman seemed to have no reaction to her. It seemed as if she was staring right at her. She reached out her hand towards Michelle and Michelle tried to turn away but she couldn't. The woman held the panties in her hand, and with a quick stretch of her fabric, Michelle now understood. She had transformed herself... into this woman's unmentionables. Though unable to express any physical sentiment, Michelle felt that if she'd had eyes, she would roll them. How could she even access the medallion to change herself back? 12 hours would mean very little if she could not use her hands to activate the medallion!
Lifelessly she hung from the woman's fingers as she gathered her clothes for a shower, unable to protest. Though, she felt no desire to protest. She had no responsibility to act, she could simply be, albeit wrapped around this woman's waist. As she sat folded neatly on the bathroom counter, she felt relaced by the steam, and wondered what it would be like to be panties. She never mistreated her own, and she herself felt that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. The shower stopped and she knew her time was soon coming, not to act but to simply exist and see what life was going to be like for her going forward. She felt a tingle where her spine used to be as the woman delicately and candidly picked the panties off the counter. With a quick stretch of the waistband, Michelle felt herself almost involuntarily elated. Finally, a tickle as each foot passes through, and then as she is stretched around the woman's hips and settled around her butt, she feels euphoria that she is unable to explain. With no recourse but to simply experience everything, her mind quiets and she feels herself sigh, though she could not say what that meant anymore. As the woman playfully gave herself a quick pat at the waist, snugging the underwear to her most comfortable, and best looking orientation, Michelle feels a warmth she couldn't possibly imagine giving up for taxes, work, cleaning, traffic... maybe this was her destiny. Not the cheating trash of a man that brought her here, but to belong to this beautiful vixen wearing Michelle around her waist.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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