It all started with a simple trip to a thrift store...
Amy had a hum in her mouth, a bounce in her step, and a swish in the hips as she walked in. A pleasant shiver rolled over her body as she exited the heat of the sun, and into the air conditioned shop, her mildly droopy flicks of hair at the top of her head standing back to life as she felt the relief. "Ahhh, there we go. Should have brought a parasol or something for the sun." Gently tugging at the neck of her dress, a small puff of heat escaping that'd been trapped against her chest.
Walking through the store she browsed the clothes, eventually coming across the underwear section. Although it was a bit odd of her to be browsing used panties, she couldn't help but admire the good conditions most of them were found in. As she looked through the selection, her mind began wandering, until she inevitably came across quite the odd pair. Red with a pink heart simply emblazoned on the back, it almost looked like a peach in away. They had cute little frills running along the edges, and seemed to call to the hedgehog who immediately went to inspect. Picking them up, she couldn't stop herself from noting that they looked almost brand new, though strangely there was no proper tag noting where they were made, what brand they were, or even something as simple as a marking denoting their size...
Of course, she simply shrugged it off, and put them in a little shopping basket, and got back to looking around for any potential steals she could get on the cheap. Some nice items here and there had her completely forgetting about what was at the bottom of her bag. As she went to the register to pay however, the cashier simply glanced over them and placed them into her bag. Not really noticing herself however, she was on her way back home in no time.
Of course, getting home and pulling out the new items, she saw those panties and just immediately sighed a little. Tossing those things into the wash as well as a cute top she'd found with some "classy" text on it, she let them get cleaned up before she'd try them on.
Roughly 2 hours later with the loud ding of her dryer letting her know they were done, and she returned, immediately changing into the now nice and toasty panties, feeling them out.
"Ooooh yeah~ These were a good pick, so Silky... I think I found a new favorite pair." Slipping her dress back on over top of them, she walked off once again. With a sway to her hips that was much more sensual than it was previously, Amy was left completely unaware that what she'd purchased was a cursed item, one that had specifically chosen her to be its... "victim."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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