Literature
Changed and Forgotten (Panty TF)
“Oh, shit, look at you, all cute and purple and lacy,” Liz’s words were heavily slurred as she pulled open the curved door to the all-glass transformation chamber. She took a few drunken steps, revealing her naked lower half from below the oversized t-shirt that she wore. As the effects of the familiar transformation process wore off, so did the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol I drank in the last hour. My mind returned, but not all of my memories, not clearly anyway. I recalled talking about what she was going to turn me into next. After all, she had used her experimental transformation machine to shrink me down to eight inches tall, turn me into a rubber male sex doll for her to fuck, and a few others besides. I’ll admit I’ve grown to enjoy the transformations. The fact that Liz towered so high over me, and the fact that I couldn't move, shook loose a memory. We were talking about something we had never tried, her turning me into an article of clothing. I was intrigued by