As you ride the escalator up to the second floor of the mall, in the corner of your eye, you catch the bright pink neon lights of a store you've never seen before.
You think to yourself, "TG Maxxx, huh. I might find a nice windbreaker or a stylish jacket. It wouldn't hurt to take a quick look around."
Nearing the entrance, you can't help but notice the hyperrealistic mannequins encased behind the display windows. With smiles plastered on the frozen faces of familiar-looking women, you wonder, but only for a while, as you're quickly welcomed by cheerful Christmas music and blazing stage lights. You wander around the store for quite some time, but to no avail. All you find is women's clothing and garments. To your utter confusion, there also appear to be no other shoppers or workers, for that matter. Your only sense of company is the enduring glance of more hyperrealistic mannequins adorned with panties made up of all colors of the rainbow.
"How big is this place! I swear I've been in this panties section forever!"
In frustration, you sprint toward the back of the store. Carelessly your right-hand brushes against a white lacy, cotton mesh panty placed neatly on display. The store around you rises upwards as your vision rushes to the cold floor.
"Did I fall? Good thing no one else is around. That would've been embarrassing. I don't feel like getting up, so I'll lie here for a while. I really need to hit the gym again. That run left me feeling extremely tired."
Little do you know that your body has completely and fully transformed into the white panty you happened to touch. You also don't realize that your mind is slowly but surely being reduced to the consciousness of panties. You couldn't get up if you wanted to, but the comfiness of your new chemical makeup leaves you relaxed and carefree. All of a sudden, you hear the heavy footsteps and jingle of keys of someone approaching your location.
"Oh, thank god. Finally, someone can pick me up and offer me some service here!" you think as you feel two large hands lift you up from what you still perceive as your shoulders but are actually your new silky side wings.
"You will look perfect on young Ksenya here," the manager chuckled as he brought you to a half-naked mannequin wearing black pantyhose.
"Umm, I don't know what you just said, and I won't even ask. Can you tell me where I can find some windbreakers?"
With no mouth to speak, your words never reach the manager's ears.
"Hey! Are you even listening? I said can you te-"
Suddenly you feel a fresh breeze pass through your hollow inside as the manager lifts you up the slender legs of Ksenya and wraps you around her waist, vagina, and butt. Your inner voice is cut off as well as your eyesight. A few minutes before, you would've been panicking, but now all you feel is a glowing pleasure as every fabric thread in your see-through body is stretched across the soft and squishy skin of Ksenya. You forget everything you said, and memories of your fall melt as you bask in the radiating glow of pleasure coursing through your body.
For the next few days, you come in and out of your trance as, for only a brief moment, you can peek into the outside world.
**Two days later:**
"That will be $25.95. Will you need a bag?"
**Three days later:**
"I have a huge crush on Matthew at school. He's just so cute!"
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You're awakened again by the sensation of dainty fingers massaging your updated pink fabric. A transformation that must have occurred while you were still in your trance. However, all of this doesn't concern you one bit as the teen massages her clit through your new body. Every rub amplifies the glowing pleasure you feel from fulfilling your purpose in life as panties. Eventually, you experience the most mind-numbing orgasm you have ever experienced, just as the girl lets out a high-pitched moan and squirts all over you.
Five days later:
"Rise and shine! I hope you enjoyed your little joy ride with Meggan; she was quite the naughty one before she became such a dirty school slut. Her high libido must have kept you busy. Now that you're back, I think white suits you better, wouldn't you agree?" the manager asked mockingly. You hear a loud snap of fingers followed by another heavenly orgasm. You lay helplessly on the ground as a skimpy white lacy panty ready to be filled.
"You'll be fully acquainted with Abigail and all her most personal parts in no time. Get comfortable because you two will be spending a lot of time with each other from now on. Or maybe I'll put you up for sale again, and this time, you can stay with the lucky babe who owns you. What do you think of that?"
"So soft....just white....love hugging her ass....and pussy....feels....so....good," you dreamily mutter into the air as the beautiful girl fills you up in all the right places.
Caption Inspiration: BloodThorn
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