Inanimate for a Day - Cosplay TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Clothing TF, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Cosplay
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!Inanimate for a Day - Cosplay TFDear watchers and readers, this is the last caption of the year! Let's enjoy the la…
Dear watchers and readers, this is the last caption of the year! Let's enjoy the last day of this 2025 and remember everything great and special that happened! I wish you a great new year and all the best! - MisterTwister69 Molly had been lurking on transformation forums since her second year of college, reading every post and watching every video and saving every story about people who had been turned into objects and clothing and furniture. She knew the names of all the major players in the industry, followed the research papers published by Evets Sboj the Polish TF CEO who was revolutionizing the field, and had even bookmarked several online shops where you could order transformation drugs delivered discreetly to your door. She had never actually ordered anything. The problem was fear. Molly was terrified of the things that could go wrong, the stories about people who got lost or damaged or whose owners decided they did not want to turn them back. What if she became a pair of panties and got thrown in the garbage? What if she became a dress and got donated to a thrift store? What if whoever owned her simply forgot she was a person and left her stuffed in a drawer forever? Her whole family knew about her obsession. Her ex-boyfriend had begged her to try it, had bought transformation pills and suggested she become his briefs for just one day and she had refused every single time with excuses that even she knew were flimsy. Her sister Evie had listened to her fantasize about becoming clothing for years and had watched her chicken out every time an opportunity presented itself. Molly was all talk and everyone knew it. Which was why she did not suspect anything when Evie invited her over for Christmas Eve and handed her a mug of hot chocolate. "Drink up," Evie said with a smile that should have been a warning. "I made it with the fancy cocoa powder." Molly took a sip and tasted nothing but rich chocolate and warmth. The second sip made her feel slightly dizzy. By the third sip her vision was blurring and her limbs were getting heavy and she barely managed to set the mug down before she slumped sideways on the couch. "Evie? What did you... what..." "Merry Christmas, sis." Evie's voice seemed to come from very far away. "Time to finally give you what you have always wanted." Then everything went dark. Molly woke up feeling wrong in ways she could not immediately identify. Her whole body felt rearranged, like someone had taken her apart and put her back together in a different configuration. She tried to open her eyes and found that they were already open but she could not blink. She tried to move her arms and felt nothing respond to her commands. 'What the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.' Her field of vision was strange, limited and after a moment of disoriented panic, she realized she was looking up at Evie's bedroom ceiling from a position on the bed. She could see the edges of her own form in her limited vision and what she saw made her consciousness scream. Red fabric and white fur trim with ribbons and bows. She was a sexy Santa costume laid out on her sister's bed. 'Oh god... Oh god Evie actually did it. She actually turned me into clothes!!!' The door opened and Evie walked in wearing a bathrobe with her silver hair still damp from a shower. She looked down at the costume on the bed and smiled. "Good morning, Molly! Or should I say good afternoon? You slept for almost eighteen hours. The formula needed time to work." She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up one of Molly's transformed sleeves, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. "How does this feel?" The sensation was overwhelming. Evie's fingers pressing against her sleeve felt like being stroked along her entire arm, every nerve ending in the fabric firing with amplified sensitivity. Molly wanted to gasp, but she had no mouth. She wanted to pull away, but she had no muscles at all. "I bet you can feel everything, can you not?" Evie's fingers traced down the bodice, brushing across the area that corresponded to Molly's chest, and the pleasure was so intense that Molly would have moaned if she could have made any sound at all. "The formula I used is the good stuff. Full sensory connection. Everything that happens to this costume, you feel." 'Evie stop. This is too much. I am not ready, I am not ready, I am not...' But Evie did not stop. She lifted the costume and held it up, examining it in the light from the window. The motion made Molly feel like she was flying, weightless and helpless, completely at her sister's mercy. "You know what I am going to do now, right?" Evie let the bathrobe fall from her shoulders and stood naked in front of the bed. Her body was similar to Molly's but slightly curvier, her breasts larger, her hips wider. "I am going to put you on." 'No... Nonononono! Evie please. I am your sister. You cannot...' Evie stepped into the skirt first. The sensation of her sister's legs sliding into her fabric was the mos
