Unexpected Photoshoot - Leggings TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion join the Discord ServerUnexpected Photoshoot - Bra TFLorene sighed, adjusting her worn-out McDonald's uniform. Since childhood, she has always dreamed of being a model, not serving fucking french fries. Every spare moment, she'd dress up in fancy clothes,…
Lorene sighed, adjusting her worn-out McDonald's uniform. Since childhood, she has always dreamed of being a model, not serving fucking french fries. Every spare moment, she'd dress up in fancy clothes, building her social media presence and reaching out to anyone in the fashion industry. But so far, no luck. It also looked like she was losing hope. One lazy afternoon, while she was chilling at her apartment, her phone buzzed. It was Quinton, an intern she'd met at a recent networking event. "Lorene! We need you for an emergency shoot. Can you come now?" Heart racing, Lorene primped and rushed over. When she arrived, she spotted a stunning woman with mesmerizing emerald eyes, small lips, and curly brown hair. Her baby face was absolutely gorgeous. 'This is it! Soon, my dreams will come true!' Lorene thought excitedly. Quinton took her by the hand and guided her into a side room far away from everyone's eyes. "Sorry about this," he muttered, sprinkling some strange dust all over her. Suddenly, Lorene felt an intense tingling all over her body. It started at her toes, a prickly sensation that quickly spread upward. Her legs began to flatten and stretch, the skin transforming into a sleek, black fabric. The feeling was bizarre, like being pulled like taffy while simultaneously melting. "What's happening?!" Lorene tried to scream, but her voice was gone. Her torso compressed, arms vanishing into her sides. It felt like being squeezed through a tight tube. Her head was the last to change, thoughts spreading throughout her new fabric form. When it was over, Lorene lay on the floor, a simple pair of black leggings. She could still feel and think but couldn't move or speak. It was terrifying and claustrophobic. Quinton quickly vacuumed off the remaining dust so no one could have a clue that she ever was a human. The suction tickled her fibers, making Lorene want to squirm - if only she could. "I'll change you back later, promise," he whispered, scooping her up quickly. The next thing Lorene knew, she was given to the woman she'd seen earlier when she arrived, and her new, thin fabric body was pulled up on the legs. It felt so weird, stretching over the model's curves. She was a bit tight, causing the woman to scowl. "These leggings are terrible quality!" the model complained. "They're giving me a total wedgie!" Lorene felt mortified. This wasn't how she imagined her modeling debut at all! Each movement pinched and pulled at Lorene's fabric. She felt embarrassed and frustrated, unable to adjust herself or explain. During the photoshoot, Lorene experienced every pose. The bending, stretching, and heat of the lights were overwhelming. Yet, a small part of her was thrilled at finally being photographed, even if not as she'd imagined. After an uncomfortable photoshoot, Lorene was unceremoniously peeled off, folded, and packaged up. The darkness was scary, but the folding was worse. It felt like the whole body was pulled on itself. This was her life. She lost the flow of time in this dark box for hours or days until she felt her box being lifted from the to hers. 'Wait, where are we going? Did Quinto find me?' Lorene panicked as she felt herself being carried away. Soon, she was unfolded and placed on a mannequin in a store window. Lorene's thoughts raced as pedestrians passed, admiring her sleek fabric. 'Where the hell is Quinton? He can't leave me like this forever... can he?' Just as Lorene somehow adjusted to her position and hopped Quinto could find her, a shipment arrived. Identical copies of her were unboxed. To her horror, she was pulled down, folded again, and placed in a box with the others. In the darkness, surrounded by copies of herself, Lorene panicked. 'Will I be stuck like this forever? Is this really how my modeling career ends?' The thought of spending eternity as a pair of worn and discarded leggings filled her with dread. Lorene desperately hoped that Quinton would remember his promise. This was definitely not the modeling career she'd dreamed of!
