You glanced around the room for a few moments, taking in your mother working, the people milling about doing their various background tasks and realised no one was paying any attention to you. The idea of sitting here for countless hours watching your mother having her picture taken in a variety of poses sounded very dull to you, so with that in mind you shuffled towards the edge of the stool, before hopping off the side and tumbling to the floor. Your body impacted with a slight crumpling of your form, but not enough to slow you for more than a few seconds before you began to rush away from the seat.
Weaving between peoples legs as they moved about, you were somewhat thankful of your lifelong practice at dodging oblivious giantesses, managing to avoid being kicked or stepped on as you spotted a doorway to the hall, the door ajar, on the far wall. With a grin, you rushed towards it, actually sliding under a leg as a woman crouched down to grab a dropped piece of paper, feeling like a miniature Indiana Jones as you did so.
As you got to the door and began to walk around to the opening however, disaster struck. Someone from the hall suddenly rushed in, swinging the door open fast. You only had time to open your eyes wide with shock before it slammed into you, flattening out your face and chest. A second later you were flung backwards away from the door and hit the wall of the room, your back flattening out on impact until you resembled a shocked looking sticker of a man. With a whimper and a groan, you slowly peeled your body from the smooth wall, though the gust of air caused by the door being swung open so fast caused your flattened body to flutter about, before it settled face down in the open doorway.
Panicked but flat, you worked hard to try to reform your body before the worst happened. Unfortunately, your hopes meant little for a busy workspace and just as you began to pop back to normal proportions, a heeled foot slammed down on top of you, crushing you flat once more and undoing all your progress. As the woman hurried out the room and into the hallway, you were horrified to see the floor fall away from you, your body remaining stuck to her sole, before the floor rushed back to meet you a moment later. Step by painful step you were carried further away from your mother, just not in the form you had intended.
Each step mangled your body more, the dust and dirt pressing into you and stinging your widened eyes, your features smearing with every scrape of the shoe on floor. Thankfully the hard floor eventually gave way to carpeted rooms and you felt your body catch on the fibres, each step peeling you a little looser until finally, your mangled, mess of a body was torn free and left behind as the woman continued her hurried pace.
You lay there, looking like a dirty tan crumpled piece of fabric for quarter of an hour, barely able to twitch after that punishment underfoot. You mentally prayed that you would reform before anything else happened to go wrong. Almost as if taunting you, that was the moment another women walked past and spotted you.
“What’s this doing on the floor?” You heard her mutter to herself, before she plucked you from the ground between a finger and thumb and casually walked along holding you. Your body flapping back and forth from her motions wondering what was going to happen next. A few minutes later, you found yourself deposited on a pile of fabric in a large room filled with dressmaker mannequins and outfits of a large variety as the woman who brought you in walked away.
You lay there, slowly regaining the ability to do more than twitch pathetically as you tried to look around with your one good eye. You could see a red haired woman rushing about, sticking pins in an outfit that was draped over one of her mannequins. You figured this must be the agencies designer. Not wanting to end up mixed in with the fabric of some models outfit, you worked ten times harder to reform your body. Thankfully it seemed that life was finally giving you a pause on the constant torments and you remained untouched and unnoticed on the pile of fabric until your body was back to normal. Instantly your face went red as you realised your clothes got torn off of you during the time you spent underfoot, leaving you naked as the day you entered the world. Covering up, you sat up carefully and looked around trying to figure out what you could do to make some makeshift clothing.
Trying to avoid attracting attention as you moved, you glanced at the designer, her back currently to you as she worked on an outfit, you climbed down the pile of fabric and on to the workstation it was placed upon. You saw a large sheet of fabric laid out, which looked like it wasn’t being used for anything. It was bright red in colour and shimmered slightly in the light. Not the type of material you would normally pick, but a begger can’t be a chooser. Looking around you saw a large pair of fabric scissors lying nearby and ran over to them. Being pure metal and over ten times the size of you, they were heavy to lift, but slowly you managed to drag the pair over to the unused fabric and pull them open.
With a grunt, you pulled them apart, pushing one side under the fabric, one side over the top. You had to jump repeatedly to close the scissors as you heard the sound of cutting fabric as they closed on it. Then the slow repeating process of pulling the scissors open again and pushing them further in. It was very slow progress and you were getting a bit out of breath within four cuts, but you were sure you had almost cut enough to make something makeshift for yourself.
As you snipped down with effort, you noticed suddenly that the fabric was pinned down at one end to the work table. Your eyes went wide as you realised this fabric wasn’t unused, it was simply laid out waiting to be used. Your head turned quickly to look towards the designer with fear, her back still to you, but as you did so, your weight shifted and the scissors, mid snip and pinched into the fabric, shifted position and fell over. A few seconds later they wobbled on the edge of the work station before falling off, followed by a loud tearing sound as the weight of them tore the fabric from where it was held down.
Instantly the designer turned with a look of shock on her face. She looked down at the ruined pile of red fabric on the floor, before spotting your naked body next to a few pieces of red fabric on her work station, then the shock turned to rage.
You tried to speak but in the face of that look, your words caught on your tongue. She stormed over to you and snarled, scooping up the fabric from the floor and waving it wildly in your face.
“What have you done? This is expensive fabric you vile little pervert!” She snapped, not having a clue who you were, coming to the conclusion you must be naked in her work area by your own design, ruining her fabrics. Before you could hope to explain, she angrilly slammed her free hand down upon you, flattening you hard against the wood of the desk. She smeared her palm back and forth before lifting off of you.
“Think you can just sneak around getting your perversions and ruin peoples work? Well how about I help you out, little freak.” She snapped, peeling you off from the desk and gripped you tight in her hand. You wanted to explain, but you had no hope in your current situation, she carried you over to a dress makers mannequin and began to press you against it, stretching you out.
“As you ruined the material, you can be its replacement. If it is uncomfortable for you, GOOD!” She snarled and kept stretching you out painfully...
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