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A Perfect Fit
A wish fulfillment story by Rugburn
Major Elements: Male Transformation into Female Unmentionables
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Glen Farrington was bored.
He had beaten most of his video games. Twice. He didn't expect any
comics until the end of the week. His girlfriend had discovered and
thrown out his hidden stash of porn and drugs. Again.
There was nothing to do until he claimed his unemployment check on
Wednesday. Nothing to do at all.
He sat down on the couch and flipped through television channels that
showed him every show on Earth except the one he wanted to watch. Not
that he knew what he wanted to watch.
He turned off the television and made a perimeter sweep of the house.
Kitchen was a mess, his fault of course. Maybe he'd just wait until
after his girlfriend cleaned up before he made some more food. He found
nothing in the basement to excite him either. He toyed with the idea of
going to the gym. Looking down revealed a growing gut that could use
some work. He ended up rejecting that idea because he wasn't even sure
if his membership was valid anymore.
Passing through the bedroom he and his girlfriend shared gave him pause.
He noticed that their hamper was very full of laundry. He knew tonight
that Alicia would be going to a laundromat. She tended to get his
laundry done with hers. He was struck by an interesting idea.
He tended to go for a few days without a shower. It wasn't like he was
ever doing strenuous activities that would raise a sweat. He was saving
water, besides there was something completely inconvenient about taking
a shower. Doing all that work to get clean. He looked at the dirty
laundry and envied it.
He grinned and went to his girlfriend's bookshelf. Searching the strange
archaic library she always kept on-hand he found the book that would do
what he wanted. He was in luck, all that he needed to do were a few
mental exercises and hand gestures. The spell was temporary so he didn't
have to have someone recall him to normal either.
He shelved the book and knelt in front of the laundry hamper. He had to
chant a series of Earthen Hymms. Luckily he knew them well, his
girlfriend let him watch her when she did her weekly spiritual cleansing
exercises. The Earthen Hymms were short but had to be repeated in a
certain order. He was done in five minutes. Then he gave the outward
blessing and closed his eyes.
He reached toward the hamper and grabbed the shirt that he had seen on
the top. The fabric was smoother than he expected, sort of satin-like.
It also warmed to his touch.
That should be it, he thought, opening his eyes. Then he gulped
nervously. He wasn't clutching a shirt of his, he was holding a pair of
his girlfriends skimpy panties. He brought them up to his unbelieving
eyes. Brief cut and form fitting, light pink with floral patterned
elastic, and a pink bow on the front. How the hell could he mistake this
for a shirt? He wondered.
"Fuck!"
He knew that the only thing he could really do was wait it out. He would
change back tonight after Alicia did the laundry.
He stripped himself of his real clothing. A weird connection started to
form between his body and his clothing. His shirt in particular seemed
to wrap itself around him and pulling it off produced a slight ozone
smell.
Static cling, Glen smiled to himself. The bane of laundry everywhere.
He dumped his clothing in the hamper and looked at his arms. They were
definitely thinner. Almost paper thin. He waved his arms and was amused
that they flapped with almost no stiffness to them. They were also
getting shorter.
Looking down on his legs revealed that they too were going through the
thinning treatment. He could sense the room grow around him. His torso
was the most affected. It had collapsed in on itself. Every fold merged
on the outside shrinking his height.
Glen felt a weird hollowing sensation inside. His neck seemed to split
open. His head was flattening and melting into his back. Briefly he
could look down into his now hollowed out body. There were no organs
left. He could see two holes forming where his legs used to be
connected. The darkness inside of his skin was already thin enough to
let the light glow through.
Glen wriggled a little but could no longer do any actual moving around.
The shadows of his former muscles had finally faded away and he
instantly lost the power of mobility. He could only watch the room and
feel the rest of his body reach the final stage of becoming a pretty
pair of panties.
What is there to say about being a pair of panties? You are motionless,
actless, but in this case not quite thoughtless.
Glen had plenty of time to think. Looking back on his life he was
surprised by what a jerk he was. Especially to his girlfriend. She
deserved better than him. Strange how these thoughts occurred to him
now. He made a note to do whatever she asked of him from now on. Be
better support for her.
It was some time later when she finally got home from work. Glen felt
happy. He couldn't show it. Couldn't smile or embrace her, but he was
happy she was here.
He watched her come into the bedroom. She took off her work clothes.
Several times she called out for Glen and each time Glen tried answering
but, alas, panties do not have a mouth. So he watched her in a state of
euphoria. Her presence making him feel warm.
She tossed articles of clothing into the hamper. Then, in the buff,
walked to her dresser and rummaged in the drawer. She seemed
disappointed. Her eyes scanned the floor and landed on Glen.
She picked glen up. A light cloth that weighed nothing to her. He
yearned to reach out and embrace her, to hold her. He could do no such
thing.
She leaned towards Glen, eyes scrutinizing the apparently ordinary pair
of panties. A breath away from her face, her perfect face, (He realized)
she sniffed.
"Clean enough," Glen's girlfriend said and put on the panties.
The silky smooth legs met Glen's silky smooth cloth body. The effect was
similar to one's body turning into a single giant erogenous zone. Waves
flouted up, down, side to side within Glen. He would have been bucking
had he the muscles as his form slid into place around the woman's
private areas.
Glen wasn't just embracing his girlfriend, he was encompassing her
entirely. Her warmth met and enhanced his own until one could believe he
would never be cold again.
But Glen wasn't just experiencing pleasure. He realized that this was
his purpose. It completed him, to cover her with his body, to shield as
much of her from the outside world as he could. It was his duty as her
panties to gently protect her.
Dimly he saw her. A strange perspective looking up her torso, past her
perfect breasts to see her face. She was getting some clothing from the
dresser. Soon Glen was cloaked in darkness. His girlfriend had elected
for sweats and a t-shirt so she could take her dirty laundry to a
laundromat.
The rest of the night was somewhat uneventful. Normally Glen would be
around in a human body to hang out with her. She worried a little bit
that he wasn't there. She called a couple of places to ask around. She
might have been more panicky but for that bit of Glen's warmth that
seemed to comfort her unconsciously whenever she started to think of
him.
That night she slept alone in just her panties.
So she thought.
Glen treasured every moment through the night.
This only made the tragedy come morning that much worse.
Upon waking, the first action Glen's girlfriend took was to take him
off. Now soiled with her essence he found himself unceremoniously tossed
into the hamper.
Alone.
Then the lid to the hamper closed. Leaving him in the dark.
Alone.
Without her.
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For the most part, Glen's world remained dark. There was light a couple
of times when his girlfriend would add clothing to the hamper. After the
first two times the light no longer figured in. The other articles of
clothing robbed him of his light, and cramped his space with an
increasingly heavy load.
The day finally came when the laundry had to be done again. Glen felt
the weight of the clothing above him lesson as his girlfriend gathered
everything up for the trip to the laundromat. Glen found himself, at
last out of the hamper, on the top of a basket of dirty laundry.
He was able to watch his girlfriend up close as she hauled the basket
down the stairs and out to the car. He watched her from the passenger
seat as she drove the two miles to her favorite laundromat.
It occurred to him that he was coming near to the end of the spell he
had cast. To wash and dry and wait some time one hour shall pass and
returned to thyself. So an hour after he goes through the dryer, he will
revert to his human male body.
His bulky, despicable, male body.
He wouldn't be her panties anymore.
Depression settled on Glen. He had more purpose now. He was more
dedicated to his owner now. He wondered if there was a way to break the
curse and remain a pair of his girlfriend's panties.
A sniffle took his mind off his thoughts. He noticed that his girlfriend
has been crying. She was sad.
He wondered what was the matter, then he spotted her left hand. It was
fondling a locket that hung on a necklace. It was the first thing he had
ever given to her.
Thats when it hit him. She missed him.
His absence as her boyfriend was tearing her up.
This changed everything. He had to become human again. He had to be
there for her again. One hour after dryer time, and he can embrace her
with arms again.
...
...
If only the washing machine hadn't gotten him stuck under the agitator.
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Epilogue:
Glen smiled as his fiance walked in the front door. She sniffed the air,
then looked over to the kitchen and smiled at him.
"What are you making? That smells delicious." She said setting her purse
down and walking towards him.
Glen tasted one of the sauces he had simmering and added a little more
spice. He winked at her. "Something mouth watering that you can sink
your teeth into."
"Well Glen," She said with a seductive look, "that offer will be one
I'll happily take up later if your food is as good as it smells." She
hugged him from behind and he turned to kiss her.
She closed her eyes as he concentrated on the food.
"Glen?"
"Yes Hon?"
"You remember the journey you took two years ago? The one where you
ended up naked in the laundromat?"
"Of course."
"Where did you go?"
Glen sighed a little. "Does it matter? It was a journey that made me
realize just how important you are to me."
She smiled a little smile. "No it doesn't."
"What made you think of that?"
"Oh, I don't know." She said, "It just popped into my head when I was
shopping for lingerie today."
"OW!" Glen snatched his hand from the stove. "Heh, no burn." He said
showing his hand to his fiance. "Lucky."
Her body had tensed up when he pulled his hand back, but now it loosened
again. She melded into his back, encircling her arms around his chest.
She felt comfortable holding him like that.
"Lucky," she said, and smiled. "Yes, I am lucky. I still have you, and
you're a perfect fit."
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