Busted by Sister - Socks TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware, Feet, Object TF, Sweat, Caption, Objectification
DescriptionLeonardo had always been trouble. From the moment he came screaming into the world at the hospital in Milano, his mother knew. This one would chase skirts until his legs gave out and she was right. By nineteen, he had left a trail of broken hearts across three different universities and…
Leonardo had always been trouble. From the moment he came screaming into the world at the hospital in Milano, his mother knew. This one would chase skirts until his legs gave out and she was right. By nineteen, he had left a trail of broken hearts across three different universities and half the neighborhoods in their district. But now he had a new target Giulia. His sister Valentina's best friend. She was perfection incarnate. Blonde hair that caught the Tuscan sunlight like spun gold. Blue eyes the color of the Adriatic on a clear day. A figure that was neither too thin nor too full, balanced in ways that made poets weep and sculptors reach for their chisels. The problem was Valentina. His older sister guarded Giulia like a dragon guarding treasure. Every time Leonardo tried to approach, Valentina materialized between them. Every time he suggested hanging out as a group, she invented excuses. Every time he asked innocent questions about her friend, she glared with the intensity of a thousand disappointed Italian mothers. 'Mamma mia, she acts like I am some kind of criminal. I just want to TALK to the girl!' But Leonardo was nothing if not resourceful. He had acquired something special from a friend who dealt in unusual merchandise. Transformation dust. The real thing, not the knockoff garbage sold at tourist traps. One spray, one clear thought and poof. You became whatever you imagined. The only requirement for changing back was having at least one grain of the dust still embedded in your form. The plan was simple. Transform into a pair of Giulia's socks. Get worn by her. Learn her secrets, her habits, her preferences. Find out what kind of man she liked. Then transform back with all that precious intelligence and sweep her off her feet. Foolproof, really. He waited until the apartment was empty. Valentina had gone to pick up Giulia for their shopping trip, giving him maybe twenty minutes alone. He stripped down to his underwear, not wanting his clothes to interfere with the transformation, and grabbed the small vial of silvery dust. 'Okay, Leonardo. Focus. Think about socks. White ankle socks. The kind Giulia wears with her sneakers.' He sprayed the dust across his body. The effect was instantaneous. Cold swept through his core like someone had injected ice water directly into his veins. His skin prickled, then burned, then went completely numb. He tried to gasp, but his lungs were already changing, collapsing inward, the air inside them compressing into nothing. 'Che cazzo!' His bones softened first. The rigid structure that had held his body upright for nineteen years dissolved into something pliable, something that could be folded and stretched. His spine became a seam. His ribs flattened into layers of fabric. His skull compressed until it was nothing but a rounded heel cup. His limbs retracted violently. Arms pulled into his torso, fingers merging into the weave of his changing body. Legs fused together, then shortened, then became the tube shape of a sock's ankle opening. His feet, those appendages designed for walking, became the toe sections of his new form. 'I am shrinking. Dio mio, I am getting so SMALL!' His perspective plummeted. The ceiling rushed away. The bed beside him became a mountain. A dust bunny under the dresser looked like a tumbleweed. He was compressing, condensing, his entire human mass redistributing into something that would fit on a single foot. His cock was the last thing to go. He felt it pulse once, twice, then flatten entirely, becoming nothing but an extra layer of cushioning in what would be the sole area. His balls followed, the sensitive organs spreading thin across the heel section. If someone stepped on him there, they would be standing on what used to be his most intimate parts. 'That feels so strange. Like my balls are everywhere now. Spread across my whole bottom.' His skin finished its transformation. Soft cotton replaced flesh. The weave was tight and uniform, white threads interlocking in patterns he could somehow perceive from the inside. He was fabric now. Two tubes of fabric connected at what had been his waist, designed to be separated and worn on different feet. He could still see, somehow. Could still hear. Could still feel with excruciating sensitivity. Every thread of his transformed body was a nerve ending. The carpet fibers beneath him registered as individual pressure points. The air conditioning breeze felt like a gentle massage. 'I did it. I am actually socks. Giulia's socks. Now I just wait for her to put me on and...' The bedroom door opened. Valentina walked in. 'Merda! She is back early!' His sister's face appeared above him like a planet rising over the horizon. Dark hair. Brown eyes that sparkled with that particular intelligence that ran in their family. A nose that had been broken once in a childhood accident and never set quite right. She was staring directly at him. 'Maybe she does not realize. Maybe she thinks I am just regular socks. P
