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You wake up. How are you awake? You’re pretty sure you just died in a vat of acid. Why are you alive? You don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense. Your vision starts to focus on trying to get a better look at your surroundings. You’re covered by some sort of pink tarp. You try to lift up your arms, but nothing happens. You don’t feel them there. Neither do you feel your legs. Or your eyes. You cannot blink. You seem to be trapped in an eternal stare.
You look around. You seem to be laying down on the same material that covers you. A big pink soft material with what looks like a yellow border. You can’t move a single muscle. Do you have any? Where are you? Why can’t you move? You hear distant voices speaking quietly all around you. They echo through the room and get lost in the ambient noise. There’s music playing. Soft, simple generic music. It sounds like the music you’d hear in an elevator.
The inability to move makes you progressively nervous. Your anger and frustration build up until you feel the need to scream. You try to open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You can breathe somehow, but you can’t emit any noises. Focusing on the abilities you do have, you seem to be able to see, breathe and smell. You soon realize you can also feel.
It feels like you’re on a soft bed. A soft, never ending bed, made of layers and layers of soft airy mattresses. It’s almost like you’re floating. But you can also feel the material covering you. Wherever you are, in however state, the pink and yellow blanket is covering you entirely and there’s nothing you can do to come out from under it.
You lay there, trying to hear pieces of the conversations around you and looking in all directions trying to figure out where you are. It’s really your only option now that you can’t move. There are many other colors around you. You see red, green, more shades of pink, orange, blue, yellow, purple… Many different colors and materials, all mixed in chaos.
After a while of thinking about how you ended up in this situation, you feel movement around you. Something big is moving things above and around you. You make an effort to imagine what it could possibly be, but nothing comes to mind. So, you wait. The movement eventually stops and everything goes back to being perfectly still.
After a while, things start to move again. This time it’s subtler. Either something lighter is moving around you or it’s being more careful. It stops again. You’re starting to think this is your new, strange reality. You’re right about to sigh, but you’re interrupted by a strong tug. You’re being pulled from wherever you are. Your world is suddenly flooded with light as you come out from under your covers. The first thing you see is a clothes rack. What looks like blouses and t-shirts are hanging from it.
You look around and you see more clothes. Some of them on tables, some of them on shelves. And women. You see women everywhere. Young girls, adults, teens, every age and size. You’re in a clothes store. Suddenly, your eyes lock into someone else’s. There’s a youthful face looking at you. Inspecting you. Her freckled cheeks hide under strands of long, silky orange hair. The girl can’t be any older than fifteen. She’s wearing black skinny jeans and a black jacket over a black and white striped t-shirt. Everything about her seems normal, except for one little thing. She’s absolutely gargantuan. Either that or you’re the size of a dollar bill. You look into her eyes in fear as she holds and scrutinizes you.
Her pink plump lips arch upon studying you, like someone’s mouth would do when they get a prize at a fair, but not a good one. Just enough to be kind of cute. She’s holding you like an artist would hold a drawing to the light to see it better. She shrugs and lets go of you with one hand. Now you’re dangling from her left hand, pinched between her thumb and index finger.
The girl walks up to a changing room and sets you on a bench. Then she leaves the room. You can see a mirror in front of you, but it’s too high up for you to see yourself. After a couple minutes, the girl returns and closes the curtain. She’s holding a small pile of clothes on her arm. She sets them beside you and takes a look in the mirror. She unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down with a sigh.
Her underwear is now revealed to you. It’s a light green pair of panties with a small red and white mushroom on the front of it. You’d close your eyes if you could, but you don’t seem to be able to. She tosses her pants to your side and they hit the bench, moving the air around you and spreading the cinnamon perfume she’s wearing around the room.
While you were distracted watching her pants almost flatten you, the girl had started to take off her underwear as well. She steps out of her undergarments the moment they touch the ground. She bends over to pick them up and places them on top of her pants. You’re watching her in absolute bewilderment, wondering what on earth is going on and why you’re a witness to all of this. Who is this girl? Some kind of savior here to rescue you? Is she part of the team of scientists who kidnapped you? Is she aware of you being there?
All of your questions are answered when she picks you up and stretches you tightly. You’re facing the mirror. What you see terrifies you to the point of screaming. But you can’t. You only hear your scream inside of your head. Nobody else is listening. You’re looking at the reflection of a half-naked girl standing in front of a mirror, holding a pink and yellow pair of panties. You suddenly become dizzy.
You don’t want the girl to keep doing what she was doing. You look up to her and try to scream but she just stands there, stretching you and putting you up to her waist. She’s measuring you. Making sure you’ll fit. She seems undecisive, so she looks down to you and lifts up her left leg.
You cry for mercy, but she can’t hear you. She’s unaware of what’s happening. Her leg slides through your hole, unstoppable. She then lifts her other leg and puts it through your second hole. This is it. You’re going to be worn. The young woman pulls your sides up, dragging you up her long, smooth legs. One final tug wraps your entire body around her gigantic butt.
You’re tight. You feel your fabric restraining this girl. Your body seems to have been spliced with the back side of the panties you now are. It’s now significantly darker than before. Your eyes can only see a dark crevice in front of you. And it’s getting closer. You’re somehow slipping further into her butt crack. You feel every movement as the girl turns and watches herself in the mirror, judging if you’re good enough. She leans on one leg and puts her fingers between her butt cheeks. She pinches the back of your head and pulls you out of your dark hole. You can hear her sigh in disappointment and whisper “Too small”.
The lights grow brighter as she flips over the back of your waistband. You can now see her entire back and her face staring down at you. There’s a small tag on top of your head. “Size S, huh, I’ll have to get an M” says the girl while she pulls you down to her ankles. The sight of that girl’s butt getting further away fills you with hope and relief.
She steps out of you and puts her original underwear back on. You watch as the green fabric in her panties is slowly forced against her skin while she lets go of the waistband, which produces an audible snap. She then puts her pants back on and picks you up. You get to see the entire store again while the girl walks you back to the place where she found you. Your front part eclipses most of your vision but you can see a middle age woman with a nametag on her chest, sweeping the floor. “Excuse me, do you have these in a bigger size?” The girl asks her.
“Where’d you get those from?” The woman asks back. The girl turns around and points towards the middle of the store. You’re now looking at a big metal basket filled to the brim with all types of women's underwear. There’s every kind of panties and thongs of all colors all over the place. “Well, if you can’t find the ones you’re looking for in that basket, I’m afraid we don’t have them” Says the lady in a flat tone, while she continues to sweep the floor.
“Okay, thank you” Murmurs the girl. She turns around and starts to walk towards the basket when the lady calls her again. “Hey” she raises her voice. The girl walks back up to her and tilts her head, listening attentively. “You didn’t try them on, did you?” She asks the girl. “Oh, um… no, of course not. That would be unsanitary” she stutters. “Alright then, good luck finding what you need” the lady dismisses her.
After that uncomfortable moment, she keeps walking up to the basket. She lifts you up to the pile of underwear and carelessly drops you on top. The way you land this time lets you see around you. You can still see the girl going through endless pairs of panties trying to find ones that she likes of her size, you can see the rest of the women in the store walking around, checking clothes out, feeling the materials. You can also see a sign on top of you, on a metal pole that’s coming from deep within the basket. “Panties and thongs, 6$ each” says the sign.
That was your price. You were now worth six dollars. Not a cent more. You had somehow been turned into girl's underwear and you were on sale at a clothes shop. You were nothing more than a piece of cloth used to protect a girl’s private parts from the rest of the world. A pink and yellow piece of fabric that anyone could just pick up and take home forever, for just six dollar bills. The thought of that would’ve brought tears to your eyes, if only you could cry.

Description
You wake up. How are you awake? You’re pretty sure you just died in a vat of acid. Why are you alive? You don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense. Your vision starts to focus on trying to get a better look at your surroundings. You’re covered by some sort of pink tarp. You try to lift up your arms, but nothing happens. You don’t feel them there. Neither do you feel your legs. Or your eyes. You cannot blink. You seem to be trapped in an eternal stare.
You look around. You seem to be laying down on the same material that covers you. A big pink soft material with what looks like a yellow border. You can’t move a single muscle. Do you have any? Where are you? Why can’t you move? You hear distant voices speaking quietly all around you. They echo through the room and get lost in the ambient noise. There’s music playing. Soft, simple generic music. It sounds like the music you’d hear in an elevator.
The inability to move makes you progressively nervous. Your anger and frustration build up until you feel the need to scream. You try to open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You can breathe somehow, but you can’t emit any noises. Focusing on the abilities you do have, you seem to be able to see, breathe and smell. You soon realize you can also feel.
It feels like you’re on a soft bed. A soft, never ending bed, made of layers and layers of soft airy mattresses. It’s almost like you’re floating. But you can also feel the material covering you. Wherever you are, in however state, the pink and yellow blanket is covering you entirely and there’s nothing you can do to come out from under it.
You lay there, trying to hear pieces of the conversations around you and looking in all directions trying to figure out where you are. It’s really your only option now that you can’t move. There are many other colors around you. You see red, green, more shades of pink, orange, blue, yellow, purple… Many different colors and materials, all mixed in chaos.
After a while of thinking about how you ended up in this situation, you feel movement around you. Something big is moving things above and around you. You make an effort to imagine what it could possibly be, but nothing comes to mind. So, you wait. The movement eventually stops and everything goes back to being perfectly still.
After a while, things start to move again. This time it’s subtler. Either something lighter is moving around you or it’s being more careful. It stops again. You’re starting to think this is your new, strange reality. You’re right about to sigh, but you’re interrupted by a strong tug. You’re being pulled from wherever you are. Your world is suddenly flooded with light as you come out from under your covers. The first thing you see is a clothes rack. What looks like blouses and t-shirts are hanging from it.
You look around and you see more clothes. Some of them on tables, some of them on shelves. And women. You see women everywhere. Young girls, adults, teens, every age and size. You’re in a clothes store. Suddenly, your eyes lock into someone else’s. There’s a youthful face looking at you. Inspecting you. Her freckled cheeks hide under strands of long, silky orange hair. The girl can’t be any older than fifteen. She’s wearing black skinny jeans and a black jacket over a black and white striped t-shirt. Everything about her seems normal, except for one little thing. She’s absolutely gargantuan. Either that or you’re the size of a dollar bill. You look into her eyes in fear as she holds and scrutinizes you.
Her pink plump lips arch upon studying you, like someone’s mouth would do when they get a prize at a fair, but not a good one. Just enough to be kind of cute. She’s holding you like an artist would hold a drawing to the light to see it better. She shrugs and lets go of you with one hand. Now you’re dangling from her left hand, pinched between her thumb and index finger.
The girl walks up to a changing room and sets you on a bench. Then she leaves the room. You can see a mirror in front of you, but it’s too high up for you to see yourself. After a couple minutes, the girl returns and closes the curtain. She’s holding a small pile of clothes on her arm. She sets them beside you and takes a look in the mirror. She unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down with a sigh.
Her underwear is now revealed to you. It’s a light green pair of panties with a small red and white mushroom on the front of it. You’d close your eyes if you could, but you don’t seem to be able to. She tosses her pants to your side and they hit the bench, moving the air around you and spreading the cinnamon perfume she’s wearing around the room.
While you were distracted watching her pants almost flatten you, the girl had started to take off her underwear as well. She steps out of her undergarments the moment they touch the ground. She bends over to pick them up and places them on top of her pants. You’re watching her in absolute bewilderment, wondering what on earth is going on and why you’re a witness to all of this. Who is this girl? Some kind of savior here to rescue you? Is she part of the team of scientists who kidnapped you? Is she aware of you being there?
All of your questions are answered when she picks you up and stretches you tightly. You’re facing the mirror. What you see terrifies you to the point of screaming. But you can’t. You only hear your scream inside of your head. Nobody else is listening. You’re looking at the reflection of a half-naked girl standing in front of a mirror, holding a pink and yellow pair of panties. You suddenly become dizzy.
You don’t want the girl to keep doing what she was doing. You look up to her and try to scream but she just stands there, stretching you and putting you up to her waist. She’s measuring you. Making sure you’ll fit. She seems undecisive, so she looks down to you and lifts up her left leg.
You cry for mercy, but she can’t hear you. She’s unaware of what’s happening. Her leg slides through your hole, unstoppable. She then lifts her other leg and puts it through your second hole. This is it. You’re going to be worn. The young woman pulls your sides up, dragging you up her long, smooth legs. One final tug wraps your entire body around her gigantic butt.
You’re tight. You feel your fabric restraining this girl. Your body seems to have been spliced with the back side of the panties you now are. It’s now significantly darker than before. Your eyes can only see a dark crevice in front of you. And it’s getting closer. You’re somehow slipping further into her butt crack. You feel every movement as the girl turns and watches herself in the mirror, judging if you’re good enough. She leans on one leg and puts her fingers between her butt cheeks. She pinches the back of your head and pulls you out of your dark hole. You can hear her sigh in disappointment and whisper “Too small”.
The lights grow brighter as she flips over the back of your waistband. You can now see her entire back and her face staring down at you. There’s a small tag on top of your head. “Size S, huh, I’ll have to get an M” says the girl while she pulls you down to her ankles. The sight of that girl’s butt getting further away fills you with hope and relief.
She steps out of you and puts her original underwear back on. You watch as the green fabric in her panties is slowly forced against her skin while she lets go of the waistband, which produces an audible snap. She then puts her pants back on and picks you up. You get to see the entire store again while the girl walks you back to the place where she found you. Your front part eclipses most of your vision but you can see a middle age woman with a nametag on her chest, sweeping the floor. “Excuse me, do you have these in a bigger size?” The girl asks her.
“Where’d you get those from?” The woman asks back. The girl turns around and points towards the middle of the store. You’re now looking at a big metal basket filled to the brim with all types of women's underwear. There’s every kind of panties and thongs of all colors all over the place. “Well, if you can’t find the ones you’re looking for in that basket, I’m afraid we don’t have them” Says the lady in a flat tone, while she continues to sweep the floor.
“Okay, thank you” Murmurs the girl. She turns around and starts to walk towards the basket when the lady calls her again. “Hey” she raises her voice. The girl walks back up to her and tilts her head, listening attentively. “You didn’t try them on, did you?” She asks the girl. “Oh, um… no, of course not. That would be unsanitary” she stutters. “Alright then, good luck finding what you need” the lady dismisses her.
After that uncomfortable moment, she keeps walking up to the basket. She lifts you up to the pile of underwear and carelessly drops you on top. The way you land this time lets you see around you. You can still see the girl going through endless pairs of panties trying to find ones that she likes of her size, you can see the rest of the women in the store walking around, checking clothes out, feeling the materials. You can also see a sign on top of you, on a metal pole that’s coming from deep within the basket. “Panties and thongs, 6$ each” says the sign.
That was your price. You were now worth six dollars. Not a cent more. You had somehow been turned into girl's underwear and you were on sale at a clothes shop. You were nothing more than a piece of cloth used to protect a girl’s private parts from the rest of the world. A pink and yellow piece of fabric that anyone could just pick up and take home forever, for just six dollar bills. The thought of that would’ve brought tears to your eyes, if only you could cry.