Prankster got Pranked - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Permanent, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Panties
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Ina admired her reflection in the shared bathroom, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Her short-cropped purple hair stuck out in wild directions. She'd dyed it special for April Fool's Day, her personal holiday and second birthday. "This year's gonna be fuckin epic," she whispered to herself, turning the small vial of transformation potion between her fingers. The label promised ‘TEMPORARY TRANSFORMATION’ in bold red letters. Perfect for the ultimate prank. Ina had shared the apartment with five roommates for three years now. Most days, she was considerate, clean, and quiet. But April 1st transformed her into a demon of chaos. Last year, she'd replaced Karla's shampoo with temporary hair dye. The year before, she'd covered Cleo's toilet seat with clear plastic wrap. But this year? This year would be legendary. "Turn into anythin ya want," she read from the vial, "then back again with a simple thought. Lasts up to four hours." She grinned wider. "Fuckin perfect." She stripped completely, carefully folding her clothes and hiding them behind the bathroom cabinet. Her plan was simple: transform into a pair of panties, get placed in Cleo's drawer, then transform back when someone opened it. The screams would be epic. She uncorked the vial, downing the contents in one gulp. It tasted like burnt sugar and gasoline. "Ugh, nasty shit," she groaned, dropping the empty container into the trash. The tingling started immediately. Her skin stung like thousands of tiny needles stabbing her simultaneously. Ina gripped the sink counter, watching with fascination as her skin lightened, fading to pale white. "Holy fuck, it's workin!" she gasped. Her purple hair began losing color too, strands turning white from root to tip. Every pigment in her body seemed to be draining away. The tingling intensified, becoming almost unbearable. "Aaahhh!" she cried out, dropping to the bathroom floor. Her legs wouldn't support her anymore. She watched in horror and fascination as her hands began to... disappear. Not vanish... transform. They flattened, thinned, became part of a growing expanse of fabric. Her legs followed, melting and reshaping. Her torso compressed and flattened. "What the fuuuuuck?" was all she managed before her mouth disappeared. The sensation was indescribable, not painful exactly, but overwhelming. She felt herself stretching, thinning, flattening until all that remained was a simple pair of gray panties lying on the cold bathroom tile. Ina tried to move. Nothing happened. She tried to speak. Silence. But she could feel... oh god, she could feel everything. The cool tile beneath her. The slightly damp air of the bathroom. Every fiber of her new form was hypersensitive. Okay, don't panic. Just transform back. The bottle said a simple thought. She concentrated. 'Human. Me. Ina. Normal.' Nothing happened. 'HUMAN! CHANGE BACK! INA!' Still nothing. Panic bubbled up as she realized something had gone wrong. Before she could process this, something sticky splashed onto her fabric. Shampoo? Conditioner? Whatever it was, it seeped into her fibers, becoming part of her now. The sensation was bizarre absorption instead of touch. Time passed agonizingly slowly. Minutes? Hours? Ina had no way to tell. Finally, the bathroom door opened. Karla walked in, her blonde hair piled in a messy bun. 'Karla! Help! It's me, Ina!' But of course, Karla couldn't hear her thoughts. Instead, she spotted the empty potion box in the trash. "What's this?" she mumbled, picking it up and reading. Her eyes widened. "Transformation potion? Oh no..." Karla's eyes darted around the bathroom, finally landing on the gray panties on the floor. "Oh my god," she snorted, picking Ina up. The sensation of being lifted was disorienting. Ina had no weight and no center of gravity anymore. "Our little prankster turned herself into underwear!" 'YES! YES! IT'S ME YOU LAD! HELP ME CHANGE BACK!' "Oh wait, what's this?" Karla frowned, examining a dark spot on the fabric. 'A stain?' Ina would have gasped if she could. 'Stain? What stain?' Karla grabbed the instruction manual that had come with the potion. Her eyes widened as she read. "Oh, you poor dummy," she laughed. "It says right here: 'To return to original form, subject must be completely clean. Stains may interfere with transformation. Damage to transformed state may result in permanent transformation.'" Karla looked at the stained panties with mock sympathy. "That's evil! What a product warning!" 'WHAT? NO! PLEASE, KARLA! HELP ME!' Karla twirled Ina around her finger, causing a dizzying sensation as air rushed through her fibers. "You know what I think?" Karla grinned wickedly. "I think the best prank for our prankster is to end up in her own panty drawer!" 'NO! PLEASE! TRY TO CLEAN ME!' But Karla just carried Ina to her bedroom, pulled open a drawer filled with neatly folded underwear, and tossed her in. "Happy April Fool's Day, Ina!" Karla laughed, closing the drawer. The soft pressure of other fabric
