Cheating Bitch - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Object TF, Caption, Panties
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Cheating Wife Bitch - Panties TFThree years of marriage and Emile still remembered the exact moment he fell in love…
Three years of marriage and Emile still remembered the exact moment he fell in love with Lara. Junior year of high school. She had laughed at one of his stupid jokes in chemistry class and something in his chest had clicked into place like a puzzle piece finding its home. They dated through senior year. Through college. Through the awkward years of figuring out adulthood together. And then they got married in a small ceremony with their closest friends and family watching them promise forever to each other. But lately, forever felt like a very long time. The sex had become routine and just mechanical. Something they did on Tuesday nights because that was when they always did it. Like taking out the trash or paying the electric bill. Lara had grown colder and more distant, too. She spent more time with her friends than with him. More nights out than nights in. Something felt wrong, but Emile convinced himself it was just a rough patch. Every marriage had rough patches. He wanted to fix things. To bring the spark back. To remind her why they fell in love in the first place. That was when he found the TF stickers online. They were highly illegal. Black market stuff that cost more than his monthly salary. But the reviews were insane. People swearing up and down that these little adhesive patches could actually transform a human being into an object. Any object you could imagine. And the transformed person stayed conscious the whole time. Could think, feel and experience everything that happened to their new form. The idea hit him like lightning. He would turn himself into lingerie. Something sexy and surprising. Lara would find him with a note explaining everything and instructions for changing him back. They would laugh about it. Maybe get turned on by how kinky and weird it was. Maybe that spark would finally reignite. He told everyone he was going on a solo hiking trip to clear his head. Nobody would come looking for him. Nobody would interrupt their special weekend together. His hands trembled as he peeled the adhesive backing off the sticker and pressed it against his bare chest. He closed his eyes and pictured black lace panties in his mind. The kind Lara always said looked sexy on other women in magazines. The change started immediately. Strange pulses rippled through his body like waves spreading across still water. His skin darkened from pale flesh to deep black. Not bruised black, but fabric black. Smooth and uniform and somehow both soft and structured at the same time. His heartbeat slowed. Thudded once, then twice and then stopped entirely. His lungs collapsed inward with a sensation that should have been terrifying. He could not breathe anymore. There was no air moving in or out of his body. But somehow he was fine. Conscious and aware. Just existing without the need for oxygen. 'This is the weirdest fucking thing I have ever felt.' His arms began retracting into his torso. He watched in fascination as his fingers merged together and his hands flattened and his entire limbs were absorbed back into his shrinking form. His legs did the same thing. Pulling inward, compressing and disappearing into a mass that was no longer shaped like a human being. Swirling patterns appeared on his darkening skin. Lace patterns. Delicate and intricate and exactly what he had imagined. His head sank down into his shoulders and his face stretched and flattened and then there was no face at all, just more black fabric with pretty designs woven through it. The top of his form opened up. A waistband forming where his neck used to be. His whole body shifted and flattened and reshaped itself into something small and delicate and utterly inhuman. When the transformation finished, a pair of black lace panties lay on the bed where a grown man had been standing moments before. Emile could see. Somehow. Not through eyes because he did not have eyes anymore, but through some other sense that let him perceive the bedroom around him. He could feel the sheets beneath his fabric form. Could smell the faint lavender of their laundry detergent. Could hear the front door opening downstairs. Lara was home. She was talking on her phone as she climbed the stairs. Something about meeting up later and having fun. She was always going out with friends these days. Always making plans that did not include him. She walked into the bedroom and spotted him immediately. "Oh, he got me a new pair." She picked him up and held him at eye level, examining the lacework with an approving smile. "These are cute, actually. And a note." 'Read the note. Please read the note!' She glanced at the paper on the nightstand and shrugged. "I am sure it is the usual stuff. Blah blah I love you blah blah enjoy your new lingerie." She tossed the note aside without reading it. 'No no no read it please you need to read it that is how you turn me back!' The panties wiggled slightly, but the movement was so small it was impossible to notice. Lara stepped out of her jeans
