The realization sinks in slowly, the weight of it settling heavily on your consciousness. You are a pair of thong underwear. Your mind reels with disbelief as you try to come to terms with your new reality. How could this be possible? The sensation of being confined within the small garment is both claustrophobic and surreal. You attempt to move, to shift in any way, but find yourself trapped within the confines of the fabric.
The thought of spending an entire week as a piece of intimate apparel was beyond comprehension. You strain to recall April's words about being invincible during the transformation, but it offers little comfort in your current predicament.
The muffled sound of footsteps approaches, and you feel a surge of panic at the thought of being discovered in this state. Your senses are on high alert, every creak and distant murmur magnified in your heightened state of awareness. It suddenly dawned on you that your status as a thong meant you were nothing more than a possession, owned by someone else.
As a small, inanimate object, you had no control over who your owner would be. Would they handle you with care and appreciation, or would they see you as just another disposable item in their everyday life? Your thoughts were consumed by these questions as you sat in the darkness of the drawer, hoping to simply be left alone for the next week. The idea of being pulled out and used fills you with a sense of dread.
The drawer suddenly jolted open, blinding light flooding in and momentarily blinding you. As your vision began to adjust, you look up and see the face of ____
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