you feel your mothers hand clench around you tighter. shes clearly angry. oh god does she think you hid in here on purpose? you open your mouth to point out her mistake but she cuts you off "so young lady you think its ok to climb into your mothers drawer? were you looking for my personal toy or trying to hide amongst my panties? young lady i know you get sat on alot but there are boundries" "i know mom its not..." you try to protest quickly but your mother wasnt listening "but if you feel like hanging out in my panty drawer, then maybe you should for a while!" she said angrilly. your eyes went wide and you gulped "no mom just put me down and i'll gmmm" you cried out as her hands suddenly crushed you, cutting off your ability to correct this misunderstanding.
You remember a few years ago when you trod mud all through the house, your mother angrilly decided to teach you the importance of wiping your feet on the way in by crushing you into a frame and putting you over the doormat for a week. your sister had loved that, her shoes had never been so clean on the way into the house as she scraped and stomped all over you. after that you never ever forgot to wipe your feet again. or another time when your sister put a whoopie cushion on your moms chair when she had company over and you laughed. she thought it was you and you spent the rest of the day being used as her seat cushion to see "if you still thought farts were funny" you had no idea what your mother was going to do to you this time. it was rare that she got angry at you, but when she did...well its where patty got her creative side for tormenting you from.
she crushes you flat, tugging and twisting you in anger as she reshapes you. you see her reach into the lock box she kept in her bedside cabinet and pulled out the dreaded spray your dad had invented for his clothing line, it would keep you or your father in any shape you were in when sprayed until the solvent was used. you could see a bottle of the solvent next to it in the box so you knew you wern't totally screwed...but still... your mother sprayed the chemical all over your new shape, you could feel it tense and tighten you, trapping you in this mute shape and stoppingyou being squishy. she put the chemical away and locked the box "there young lady. now you can stay like this in my panty drawer until i think you've learnt never to do this again!" she said dropping you in and slamming the drawer shut.
you lay there in the dark mentally trembling from the aftermath of your mothers anger. as soon as this was over you were going to explain your mothers mistake to her, she would apologise and probably get you something nice as an apology. it would be ok...thats what you kept telling yourself, however the conversation your mom had with your dad made you think your mother might get distracted by all the extra people and forget she put you in here. which would be really bad for you as you had no way of reforming without the solvent. she had made you into...
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