Unexpected Situation - Swimsuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
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Personal Information Name: Andrew | Age: 23 | Gender: Female | TF-ID: TF-AM23TC Treatment Information Transformation: Black one-piece swimsuit | Date: 09.03.2025 Doctor: Dr. Dakota Fitzloff | TF Treatmemt: TF Dust Guardian’s Information Name: Ludmila Dakota | Age: 21 24 | Gender: Female Notes The birthday boy turned into a fancy dead meme attire. He said I own him now, so I chose to edit some guardian info! The only thing I don’t know is how he wants to turn back. He is plastic and latex... How will the tf dust stick to him again to turn him back? Duration: 2 Week *if he can turn back else PERMANENT! | Next Location: Closet Unexpected Situation I am Andrew, 23, I went to the local TF clinic on my birthday. I saved for months to transform into a unique swimsuit design from that viral art collab. Simple enough, right? Wrong. Dr. Dakota Fitzloff greets me with unsettling red eyes and midnight black hair. Her smirk sends shivers down my spine when she reviews my paperwork, smirking at me. "Birthday boy wants to be a swimsuit? Shipping to Italy takes time, you know?" she purrs. "Sign guardian rights to me instead of spending your birthday in a box." I sign without thinking. Dakota uncaps a vial of glittering TF dust. "Strip," she commands, sprinkling particles over my naked body. "Uuungh!" My skin turns glossy plastic. My insides hollow out completely. Limbs retract inward painfully. My consciousness remains trapped inside the inanimate swimsuit form lying flat on the examination table. Dakota laughs wickedly. "Short-sighted planning. The dust needs to stick to turn you back! You are entirely plastic now. How exactly will you turn back?" Horror floods my plastic existence. She slides her naked body into me, stretching my material tight against her curves. The sensation feels incredible, hugging every inch of her form. "For legal documentation," she murmurs, taking photos. "Since reversal is impossible, you legally belong to me now. But you don't have to worry anymore." Time stops when I am not worn. Consciousness returns only when Dakota pulls me over her body again. She grabs the lube and a pumping dildo from her cabinet. "Let's test if you get dirty," she whispers, working the toy through my material. "You feel exactly like a body condom." Different fluids slide cleanly off my surface afterward, leaving no trace. "Nothing sticks to you," Dakota observes, peeling me off. "Looks like you're stuck forever." She folds me away into darkness, my existence reduced to brief moments adorning her body, desperately awaiting with all my being until she decides to wear me again.
