This choice: April, the researcher from the lab! • Go Back... Suddenly, the drawer opens with a swoosh, flooding your space with light. Blinded momentarily, you try to adjust as shadows loom over you. It's April, her face alight with curiosity and a hint of malice. "Well, Dan, how does it feel to be so... confined?" she asks, her voice dripping with irony.
Her fingers reach toward you, a giant compared to your new form. The touch is imminent and unavoidable. With a swift motion, she plucks you from among the other underwear, holding you up to her scrutinizing gaze. The sensation of being lifted is disorienting; it’s like she is grabbing what feels like your “arms”, but now appears to be a thin pink elastic looped waistband.
"Comfortable, I hope." She smirks, her eyes gleaming with mirth and satisfaction. You can feel the vibrations of her laughter through the fabric of your being. You shudder at the thought of what she might do next.
With deliberate slowness, she walks across the room to her closet, carrying you with her. The air shifts as she opens the door, exposing rows of clothes and boxes that crowd the small space. She dangles you in front of a mirror, forcing you to confront your new reality. You see yourself, a delicate pink fabric staring back helplessly. The reflection is both comical and horrifying. From this perspective it dawns on you that you can see the front of your thong form, meaning that your “face”, and likely all your sense are concentrated in the thin elastic band that makes up the back of the pink G-string in the mirror.
"Imagine," she continues, her voice soft yet dripping with sarcasm, "all the places you'll go, all the... intimate moments you'll be a part of." She laughs outright now, her amusement echoed in the cramped closet. As if to emphasize her point, April swings you back and forth slightly, like a pendulum.
"You know," April pauses, her gaze flickering with a complex mix of triumph and mischief. "I bet you're surprised to see me open the drawer, weren't you? After all, I was supposed to just be another researcher at the lab, not someone orchestrating your new... predicament." Her grin widens, an unsettling glint in her eye. "And remember how I told you at the lab that we were going to turn you into a random object within 25 miles? Well, I lied. I had planned this from the start. The transformation isn’t random at all. It’s very, very specific.” She leans closer, your fabric self almost touching her lips as she whispers, “And I chose to turn you into a thong, specifically the thin elastic back string of this thong.”
April pauses, allowing the weight of her revelation to sink deep into your fabric essence. Then, her fingers tighten slightly around you, a sensation that sends a ripple of fear through your now delicate form. "This week," she continues thoughtfully, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'm going to put those senses of yours to the test."
She starts with your sense of touch, gently brushing her finger along your waistband. As she becomes more confident, her fingers run along your fabric with precision. And with each touch, you feel more sensitive than ever before as a thong.
“Smell will probably be your most used sense this week". “She says, spritzing a perfume that overwhelms you with floral and musky scents. She explains that every scent tells a story, and you'll learn to decipher them with your magnified olfactory abilities. The air is now filled with a sensory overload of fragrances, each one more alluring than the last, as if an entire garden has been condensed into this one small room."
"And of course, taste," April announces, but the confusion must be evident in your tension because she chuckles softly. "Yes, I know, an odd concept considering your current form. But let's just say I have my methods." She holds a piece of chocolate close to the thin elastic band where your "face" would be, letting you taste its complex flavors in a way you never could have as a human. Bitter, sweet, creamy—all of it intensifies until you can taste the cocoa, vanilla, and labor behind its creation.
“I’m sure you’ve already noticed that your senses of sight and hearing as still functional as well.” April says as she moves away from the mirror, and you are once again swinging slightly as she carries you back across the room.
"And the best part," she continues, her voice lowering to a secret-sharing whisper, "is that you’ll stay this way for an entire week." The simplicity of her words belies the depths of their significance. All you can do is remain silent, taking in the reality of your situation. April's eyes gleam with a mischievous sparkle as she continues to outline your fate for the coming days.
"But first, a decision. What to do with you today." Her fingers trace your edges contemplatively, her gaze distant. April steps over to her closet, revealing rows of outfits in various colors and styles. "I could wear you," she muses, holding you up to a dress, then a pair of shorts. "Or perhaps I should lend you to someone else for the day."
A shiver of dread curls through your fabric form at the thought of being handed off to an unknowing friend or worse - a complete stranger. She pauses, seeming to consider her options carefully. “Maybe my roommate, Julia," she suggests lightly, but there's a twisted delight in her voice. "She's quite the gym enthusiast, you know." The idea of being wedged between sweat-slicked cheeks for hours sends an unpleasant sensation through your fabric form.
"Oh, or what about my sister, Mandy?" April continues, her tone teetering between casual and cruel. "She's just turned 18 and has never owned a thong before. It could be a fun new experience for both of you!” A slow, cruel smile spreads across April's face as she imagines the discomfort and embarrassment that her bratty little sister will undoubtedly experience. "Oh, I can already see her squirming," April chuckles, imagining how Mandy's reaction would be throughout the day. "I don't think she'll quite understand how to properly wear a thong. You know, with all the pulling and adjusting. You might end up spending most of the day wedged deeper than I would do to you," she adds, her eyes shining with mischievous delight. April stands still for a moment, lost in thought as she runs her fingers over your fabric form once more.
"Maybe we should leave it up to fate," April murmurs, mostly to herself. She saunters over to her desk and pulls open a drawer. It squeals in protest, the sound grating on your heightened sense of hearing. From the drawer, she withdraws a small colored cube, and you recognize it as an antique die. Each side is a different color, representing different people in her life, different fates that await you.
"There's me, of course," she begins, pointing to the red side of the die. "There's also Julia," she continues, revealing a bright green side. Then she flashes a wicked smile as she shows the pink side of the cube. "And there's Mandy. The remaining colors represent other friends or family of mine."
She rolls the die between her fingers for a moment, as if contemplating whether she should proceed with this game of fate. But then her grin returns and she tosses the die into the air with a flick of her wrist. It clatters on the tabletop, spinning wildly before coming to a stop. You strain your fabric eyes to see which color faces upward, each second stretching out endlessly.
Finally, the die settles, revealing _______ | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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