TF Clinic - Secret Desires - Socks TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware, Feet, Object TF, Sweat, Caption, Objectification
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Personal Information Name: Aaron | Age: 21 | Gender: Male | TF-ID: TF-AM21WS Treatment Information Transformation: White socks | Date: 13.01.2026 Doctor: Dr. Mary Rougeaux | TF Treatmemt: TF Booth Guardian’s Information Name: Mary Rougeaux | Age: 30 | Gender: Female Notes The procedure was a success. The patient didn't fill out his form till the end, so I helped him. He decided to be my socks because we walk so much at work. It’s so sweet, isn't it? Now we are going to have a little helper. I already added him to the inventory! Duration: One Year | Next Location: Hospital TF Clinic - Secret Desires - Socks TF I'm Aaron, twenty-one, with a foot kink I discovered years ago. Judge all you want, everyone has skeletons. Last week, I contacted Thea an online friend of mine about the TF Clinic. I wanted to become her white socks for a week. Simple enough, right? Dr. Mary Rougeaux greeted me Tuesday with a thick French accent. "Bonjour, mon cheri." We headed to the TF booth. I mentioned needing help finishing the form. She smirked, telling me to step inside while she handled it. Through the glass, I watched her scribbling with one of those erasable pens. I tried standing, but weakness flooded my body. My skin turned pure white, flattening completely. Bones dissolved, limbs merging together. With a popping sound, I separated into two simple white socks. She picked me up, examining my fabric. "Mon old pantyhose are finished. You will be ze replacement." She showed me the altered form. Guardian changed to her name. Duration changed from one week to one year. Location changed to hospital. 'She tricked me!' She peeled off her regular socks and slid me onto her bare feet. "Very durable, I zink." Her warmth engulfed my fabric consciousness. Her scent hit me instantly, that perfect cheesy musk that should disgust me, but instead felt amazing. The sweatiness and tanning of her sweaty palms and her feet were just perfect. It was the best feet he had ever seen. She took documentation photos, then stuffed me into her shoes. This became my existence for an entire month. Her feet pressed against me constantly, sweat soaking into my fibers. The smell intensified daily until I reeked completely of her foot odor. She even slept wearing me, extra cozy warmth surrounding my consciousness. After a month, she congratulated me. "Bravo, mon cheri! You survived ze entire first month of 2026, just soaking in my sweat and parfait stench. But we still ave eleven months together and I zink someone will want to stay even longer after zis, oui?" She was right. I fucking loved it. I don't want it to stop at all, I want it to last forever, being her white favorite socks. The washing machine started spinning. I couldn't wait to be worn again tommorrow.
