DUMB WISH - Lingerie TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Clothing TF, Unaware, Object TF, Magic, 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!DUMB WISH - Lingerie TFWomen's Day was today and Arthur had completely forgotten about it. Again. In his defense, h…
Women's Day was today and Arthur had completely forgotten about it. Again. In his defense, he thought most of these holidays were bullshit anyway. Women got like three special days dedicated to them, while men got one lousy day that nobody even celebrated. Valentine's Day, he remembered, because that one came with actual consequences if you forgot. But Women's Day? That was just some made-up excuse for his girlfriend to get mad at him. His girlfriend Mira was exactly the type to care about this stuff, too. Fiery redhead with golden eyes and a temper that could melt steel. She acted tough and mean most of the time, but underneath all that anger was someone who just wanted to feel appreciated. Classic tsundere straight out of the anime she pretended not to watch. "You forgot again..." Her voice was cold when she found him playing video games on the couch. "You actually forgot again, Arthur." "Forgot what?" The look on her face could have killed a lesser man. "Women's Day. The day you are supposed to at least acknowledge that your girlfriend exists and maybe say something nice about her." "Oh come on that is not even a real holiday." Wrong answer. Mira's golden eyes blazed with fury and she grabbed her jacket from the hook by the door. "I am going to get food. Do not follow me!" She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall and Arthur sat there in the sudden silence feeling like an idiot. This always happened. Every stupid holiday every arbitrary anniversary every random occasion that he was supposed to remember but did not. Mira would get upset and he would feel guilty and they would fight and make up and then do it all over again a few weeks later. 'Why does this have to be so complicated? I just wish our relationship could be simpler. Why can not things just be easy for once?' He thought the words without really meaning them. Just a frustrated complaint thrown into the empty apartment. Something heard him anyway. The tingling started in his fingers. Soft at first, like pins and needles after sitting wrong. Arthur looked down at his hands and watched the color draining from his skin. Pale flesh turning black. Not bruised black, but fabric black. Smooth and dark like expensive lace. "WHAT THE HELL?" His heart slammed against his ribs as the change spread up his arms. His skin was not skin anymore. It was material. Delicate, patterned material with intricate designs woven through it. Little red bows appeared at his wrists like decorations on gift wrap. "No, no, no what is happening to me?" His legs gave out, but he did not fall. Instead they collapsed inward. Merging together. Flattening. His feet disappeared into a mass of black fabric that was reshaping itself into something he did not want to recognize. Garter straps formed where his calves used to be. Clips dangled from what had been his ankles. The transformation crawled up his torso and Arthur felt his organs shifting and rearranging. His stomach flattened into nothing. His ribs compressed and dissolved. His chest spread outward and separated into two cup shaped pieces connected by a thin band of material. 'I am becoming a bra. Oh god, I am becoming a fucking bra!' His arms finished retracting into his body. His shoulders merged with the forming cups. Little red bows appeared at the center of his chest where the two pieces connected. Then his head sank down into his shrinking form and the world went sideways as his perspective shifted from standing human to lying fabric. His face stretched and flattened. His eyes stopped being eyes. His mouth stopped being a mouth. Everything that made him Arthur compressed into a scattered consciousness spread across an entire lingerie set. When the transformation finished, a matching set of black lace lingerie lay on the couch. Bra with red bow accents. Panties with the same pattern. Garter belt with clips dangling from delicate straps. All of it made from what used to be a twenty six year old man who just wanted his relationship to be simpler. 'Holy shit. Holy shit I am underwear. I am actually underwear! This can not be real... is this a weird dream or something?!' But it was real. He could feel the couch cushions beneath his fabric form. Could smell the faint lavender of Mira's perfume lingering in the apartment. Could hear the door opening as she came back with food. Mira walked in still looking annoyed but less furious than before. She glanced around the empty living room and frowned. "Is someone here?" Her eyes landed on the lingerie spread across the couch. "Oh. What is this?" She picked him up and Arthur felt her fingers pressing into his fabric. Warm and soft and impossibly intimate. Every touch sent ripples of sensation through his transformed body. "Cute." She held the bra up to the light and examined the lacework. "Actually, really cute. Did he buy this before he left?" 'No, I did not buy it, I AM it. Please notice something is wrong, please!' But Mira just shrugged and carried him to
