Gojo's Family Curse - Cosplay TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Clothing TF, Anime, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Objectification, Cosplay, Curse, Maid
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!Gojo's Family Curse - Cosplay TFMorning light hits Wakana Gojo's face as he wakes in his small bedroom. The smell o…
Morning light hits Wakana Gojo's face as he wakes in his small bedroom. The smell of fabric starch hangs in the air from last night's doll work. Wakana sits up, his body sore from hunching over his workbench until 3 AM. His fingers show tiny puncture marks from needle slips. 'Shit. Another day trying not to transform.' He splashes cold water on his face in the bathroom. The mirror shows his tired gray eyes and the small mole under his right eye. "Wakana! Eat something!" his grandfather calls from downstairs. Kaoru Gojo sets down rice and miso soup. His hands show the same calluses from years making dolls. "Be careful today," Kaoru warns, face serious. "Our family curse doesn't care about your schedule. One moment of excitement and..." "I know," Wakana cuts him off, face red. "I know what happens if I get aroused." 'Turn into clothes. Become fabric. Lose my humanity until they prefer ME over what I've become.' At college, Wakana sits in his back corner seat, staying away from others. A loud THUD makes him jump as Marin Kitagawa hits her head on his desk. "OUCH!" she yelps, rubbing her forehead. Her pink contacts catch the light as her blonde hair with pink tips falls over her shoulders. "Sorry about that! You okay?" Wakana nods stiffly, his heart racing dangerously at how close she is. 'Don't look at her body. Don't notice her curves. Fuck fuck fuck.' Marin leans closer, her sweet perfume filling his nose. Her finger touches his arm where he cut himself yesterday. "What happened here?" she asks softly. A shock runs through Wakana's body. His skin tingles, the first warning sign of transformation. "N-nothing! I am fine!" he pulls away fast. Marin tilts her head, something strange in her eyes before she smiles and walks back to her friends. After classes, Wakana cleans the empty classroom alone. The door slides open and Marin walks in. "Cleaning by yourself again?" she asks, grabbing a cloth. "Those jerks dumped it all on you, didn't they?"She starts cleaning windows, her skirt rising with each movement. 'Don't look, don't look, don't look...' The next day, Wakana sneaks into the empty sewing room. His machine at home broke, and he needs to finish a doll's clothes. The door swings open as he works. "Whoa! Gojo-kun?!" Marin's voice breaks his focus. 'No no no not her!' Wakana freezes, fabric in his hands, waiting for her to mock his 'girly' hobby. Instead, Marin's face lights up. "That's amazing! You can sew?" She rushes forward. "The stitches are perfect!" She dumps her bag on the table, pulling out fabric bundles. "I need your help!" She shows him fabric for her failed attempt at making a cosplay outfit. "I'm trying to make Shizuku Kuroe's costume and it's terrible!" Wakana looks at her work, forgetting his anxiety. "The seams are wrong. There's no detail. The hem is..." He stops, realizing how harsh he sounds. "Keep going!" Marin urges. "I need to know what's wrong!" Wakana points out all the flaws until he sees her sad face. "Sorry," he says quietly. "I shouldn't have..." "No, you're right," she sighs. "It's garbage. I just want to cosplay Shizuku so badly." Wakana speaks without thinking. "If I were to turn into it, it would be of much better quality." Silence fills the room. Marin stares at him. "If you... turned into it? What does that mean?" 'SHIT. I said it out loud.' Wakana shakes his head. "Nothing! Nothing at all!" Marin steps closer, her scent surrounding him. "You're hiding something," she says, eyes locked on his. "Your face is all red." Wakana feels himself getting hard. The first tingles of transformation prickle his skin. "Fine. My family has this curse," he yells. "If we get too aroused, we turn into clothes, whatever outfit the person wants most. To turn back, they have to prefer our human form over the clothing." Marin's eyes widen, hands covering her mouth. "You're not joking, are you?" she whispers. "No..." Her cheeks turn pink. "So if I make you aroused, I could get a perfect Shizuku cosplay? But I'd need to like you more to turn you back?" Wakana nods, looking away. Marin smiles. "Alright then. Strip. I need to remember your normal form." 'What the hell?' Wakana panics but obeys, removing his clothes until he's in just underwear while Marin walks around him. "You're pretty buff for such a shy guy," she says, touching a cut on his arm. "Poor you." She pulls his hand against her breast briefly. Wakana's body flushes hot, his cock hardening. The transformation tingles grow stronger. "Well," Marin says, voice lower, "if you're going to be my cosplay, I should show you myself too." Fabric hits the floor. Wakana keeps his eyes down until Marin steps in front of him, naked except for a thong with a tiger print. "Look at me," she says softly. When their eyes meet, it begins. Hot tingles spread across Wakana's skin. His fingers go numb first, the feeling moving up his arms as his flesh softens, turning to fibers. He tries to speak but only makes a choked "Nnnngh!" His legs wobble as his feet fla
