“Wait, what?” You asked as the elves led you toward a different hole.
“We get far more than just socks lost in here!” Pippin explains as he and Corrin grab you by your arms, “They might be the most commonly lost or discarded objects, but plenty of other things find their way down here! Fascinating really.”
“We ALSO have a song for it!” Corrin said proudly as you begin to approach a hole in that was walled of various boxers, briefs, thongs and panties of every sort!
“Is, um… do I get any choice on what to become?” You ask, beginning to get second thoughts on becoming another person’s underwear.
“Nope!” Pippin said happily, “We look forward to hearing back from you!”
“Wait! I-I think I changed my m-IIIIIIINNND!!” You shouted as the elves gave you a shove off the edge! The light quickly fading as you fell, nervously awaiting what sort of fate would befall you, or the sort of under garment you would find yourself taking the place of. Or who owned it…
Suddenly your body felt numb as a light rapidly began to approach. Clenching your eyes shut as you felt your body begin to change, you were soon thrown into a whirlwind of spinning and immense heat.
Your form flopped and rolled around listlessly in the collection of other articles of clothing, your vision still spinning and your stomach feeling inside out as you very quickly realized you no longer had any human shape, or any way to move.
‘What underwear CAN move on it’s own though?’ The thought came quickly as you whimpered nervously.
If the hole you were tossed down was at all accurate, you now had the form of… SOME kind of underwear. The thought of being wrapped around hugging a random person’s waist wasn’t too pleasant. You just hoped it wouldn’t be too long before you got back to the Realm of Lost Socks…
The dryer you were in soon began to slow, burying you under a mountain of clothes before unburying you again and re-burying you before slowly coming to a stop. You could only wait in the warm darkness until the dryer opened, and hopefully you could get a hint of SOME sort as to what underwear you had taken the place of while those elves worked on repairing your human form…
Your wait felt long and boring before a light shined down above on you, signaling the time for whoever owned you to unload and fold their laundry. As you were bunched up and pulled out of the massive machine, you got a glimpse at who it was that was doing their laundry…
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