As your form finally regains enough shape to give you a good sense of you're surroundings. The stench immediately hits you, old stale sweat and dirt in a confined space, highly overpowering, and you can feel the clothing articles you're resting on- Kara had dropped you into her gym bag. As you can't hear anything and aren't moving, you'd guess you're in her locker. This isn't the first time you've been in her gym bag, although you have a better view now. Last time you'd ended up here was when Kara had decided you would best contribute to your middle school's athletic endeavors as part of the insole of her cleats. That had been a very unpleasant weekend.
Your surroundings fill you with disgust, but also with hope. You were already reforming from a little black blob, and the bag was only half full. Once you were reformed, you could easily get out of the bag, and you had plenty of experience calling for help to get out of lockers when normal form and size, although unfortunately that wasn't much use when you were stuck in a locker paper thin under a book,, squished into a pencil case, or twisted around and trapped as a spare hair tie.
You set to work trying to reform as fast as you can, and you're having fairly good success. Unfortunately for you, Kara has other plans.
You freeze in horror as you hear the locker door open; seconds later the gym bag is unzipped and your nemesis and captor's smug face looms overhead:
"Oh Jill, I'd almost forgotten about you!" She lies cheerfully, then wrinkles up her nose:
"Ugh, that smell really is something, I should wash these more often. You really do fit right in though, Jilly, especially with all that horrible dirt. I definitely made the right decision- we can't have a little dirty scrap crawling around the school naked can we? I wanted to get you cleaned up right away in the school's washer, but unfortunately it's broken, so we're going to have to do something else." You know what's coming next, but can't help but wiggle and squirm, trying to reform, uterly fruitless. Kara grins wider still:
"Don't worry Jilly; you can come home with me to take a wash. I just finished gym and morning practice, so I'll have a full load to take home. I'll be sure to start the wash right after school; for now, I hope you like company!" With that triumphant remark, Kara begins stuffing the remainder of her gym and cheer clothing into her gym bag. Your progress is erased instantly as you're buried in stinky cloth, and you're world darkens.
The pressure increases more and more on you, Kara is really stuffing it in, and your black thin form squeezes through the bag while she does it, finally you come to rest surrounded by fabric. You hear the muffled sound of the locker door closing, then silence.
You spend the remainder of the day trapped in Kara's gym bag, surrounded by stench and dark. You can, just barely, hear the sounds of the between classes students pounding up and down the halls, but quite far away and muffled- you're pretty far into the bag.
The pressure is intense, and you can feel the fibers of the surrounding cloth pressing into your squishy form. Fortunately for you, however, despite the stench it's not actually all that moist where you are, and the pressure from the bag isn't actually all that extreme- enough to keep you immobile and squashed, not quite enough to start fusing you into dry fabric, all though you're certainly going to be stuck as a piece of gunk to something when Kara decides to do her laundry. You curse Kara and desperately try to reform, but it's useless.
You are profoundly relived that the ominous fibers surrounding you remain separate from your body. You'd already spent enough of your life as a clothing logo; including a memorable time when you and Patty were much younger, when her class was doing tye-dye clothes and she brought you in to show off as part of her very psychedelic T-shirt design.
At last, after hours of boredom, pressure and stench, the locker opens and the bag begins to move. You begin to try and wriggle violently, hoping someone will notice and stop Kara, but it's useless- your vibrations would be barely noticeable even if the bag was sat on a still surface, and Kara's got the bag over her shoulder, rocking gently. She says good bye to her friends and walks home, making sure to give her bag some good swings as she goes.
As promised, as soon as she gets home she starts the laundry. She upends the bag on the laundry room table and starts sorting. She looks inside the bag carefully to make sure you're not still in there stuck to the cloth wall, but doesn't bother looking for you beyond that; she knows you're stuck to a piece of clothing somewhere in the pile. Most of the laundry ends up getting tossed straight into the washing machine- a few more delicate and specialty items are instead placed in the sink, hand wash only. Kara idly wonders where you ended up- it would be fun to give you a thorough hand washing herself, but it would be more entertaining to know you were experiencing the joys of the spin cycle.
Where did you end up?
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