This choice: She keeps James as a bra and transforms his friends. • Go Back...Chapter #8James's friends join him by: XYXX   Ms. Phillips silently made her decision. She had no reason not to go through with this. She'd be a lot happier without having to fight her own figure all the time, and it wasn't like anyone was going to suffer for it. Not for long, anyway.
James, of course, had lost track of time and had no idea there was anything significant about the day other than that it was a day he'd be worn. He dutifully held Ms. Phillips's breasts in place as she made her way to school and relaxed when she sat down to teach her first class. Some time later he heard one of the few sounds that still held meaning for him: the bell that indicated Ms. Phillips was about to get up and walk. He prepared himself, but was confused when she went nowhere after standing up.
Ms. Phillips removed her blouse, giving James a clear view of three familiar-looking students, two boys and a girl, standing in the otherwise empty classroom. He tried to remember who they were, but it was a struggle to focus on anything other than the breasts he was holding tightly. The boys looked confused and intrigued, while the girl looked confused and disturbed.
Ms. Phillips turned to face one of the boys. James felt a strange bolt of energy run through him, and suddenly the boy's body reshaped itself into a bra, which gently fell to the floor. Something told James he should be upset at this, but why would he be upset to see someone become a bra? Being a bra was great. Or at least, that's what he thought at the time, since he was being worn.
The other boy and the girl screamed loudly, the first notice James had taken of their voices. The second boy quickly became a bra as well. This time James was a little upset... because he realised that if Ms. Phillips kept making more bras, she would spend less time wearing him.
Ms. Phillips turned to the girl, who now looked utterly terrified, crying and trembling. James wished he could comfort her and tell her it wouldn't be bad, but he could only wait for her transformation... which was taking a while to happen. Ms. Phillips was hesitating. After a few more seconds, she snapped her fingers and the transformation began, but it was different this time.
The girl's legs snapped together and flew up behind her, putting her feet level with her head. Her arms bent backward, attaching her hands to her feet. She shrunk in midair, her features fading into fabric, until a pair of panties fell to the floor.
Ms. Phillips bent down to pick up her new undergarments. "Welcome to my wardrobe." She grabbed James's straps and shook them. "James welcomes you too, don't you, James?"
Indeed he did, and so it seemed the four of them were doomed to serve as Ms. Phillips's self-aware clothing. However...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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