This choice: Two years later, Ronnie wears you to her graduation. • Go Back...Chapter #3Two years later, Ronnie wears you to her gradua... by: Zeronominous   For the longest time you had completely lost track of time, between the days cast into the darkness of a drawer or laying buried into tantamount amount of dirty clothes in an hamper. It had been all but impossible to know when you'd pass a few hours there, a couple of days or two weeks. At first you'd tried to keep track of the sun filtering through anything, tried to keep track of what classes the monster that had transformed you was following, as if you had any hope of figuring her schedule. When it had proven impossible to really keep any decent track of it, you had eventually given up, like for a lot of other things. And yet today you knew exactly what time it was, it seemed impossible to you that you'd already been stuck into this cursed form for so long and yet, you could hear all those congratulations, all the laughter of families talking to one another. Graduation!
In the beginning, you thought that the cold shoulder that Ronnie was giving you was part of some prank, you didn't think anyone could ever be so cold and so cruel as to really make their roommate into panties and leave them like this for any long period of times. But eventually, the long trips in the hamper, the repeated wearing of your form and the uncaring way she'd treated you, never speaking to you, had forced you to accept the cruel reality.
At first you thought it impossible that the school would not notice your absence, would not investigate nor do anything about it. You pictured the industrial washer scanning the contents for any misplaced witches, patrols guards checking the student body. Even eventual dorm room check outs. But you had gone through the wash unimpeded, feeling the cold soapy water drenching you to the core, mercilessly tumbling you about and then being put through the infernal heat cycle of the dryer that made your fibers more dry then the Sahara. No patrols had stopped Ronnie on her way anywhere while wearing you and no search had been made of the room either. If the college knew what happened to you, the passing days and weeks made sure to assure you that like your tormentor had said, they did not care to fix the issue.
At first you thought you could be clever and listen in class for a way out of your predicament, that Ronnie wearing you around school would be ultimately her undoing. But no matter how much you tried to concentrate, no matter how much you strained yourself to hear all of the classes' instructions, your level of hearing seemed to be more local and there was always the rustle of her clothes, her breathing and heartbeat, the sensation of her butt as she shifted herself comfortable in her seat. Always the feeling of being twisted on yourself as she crossed her legs and leant back, smothered to her labial lips as her meaty thighs blocked the sound forward off to you. It had proven all but impossible to catch more then very little from the girls around your owner and barely anything more then the odd word of from the teacher at the front. You had tried your hardest, but eventually you had to give up the endeavour as whatever you'd heard in weeks was too varied and in too little quantity to even know how to untie Ronnie's shoes while she wasn't looking.
At first you thought that maybe you could work out the magic she'd used on you on your own, that maybe with a long enough time spent concentrating, you could wield those special powers that had awaken in you before this whole debacle and free yourself on your own. But while you definitively felt like you still had somewhat access to them at first, your grip on them rapidly became tenuous at best. Was your concentration more and more sloppy and slippy, were your powers drying or was Ronnie sealing them away or stealing more and more of them entirely or were you losing contact with them from lacking the proper living witch form. You couldn't tell. But the result was the same, a long time ago you had found yourself unable to feel the spark of magic in you no longer, you had felt depressed for weeks. And yet, there was nothing you could do about it.
And of course, at first you had been persuaded that your parents so proud of you, so proud of having a witch on their side of the family too, would come for you. Maybe not in the first week or two, but you had thought that with no news from you in a couple of weeks, eventually they would inquire what had happened. If the college knew and told them, you were sure that there would be outrage and they would demand you to be freed. They would go to aunt Cassie or your grand aunt Aura. And surely those two would have the connections needed to make the college figure head sway and do something about the situation. There was no way that your family would abandon you to such a fate. And yet as the weeks passed, the trips through the washers and countless days spent waiting in the drawer with other similar pair of panties. You never heard from them, no one came for you, no one changed your situation.
Had the college no knowledge of what had happened, surely it wasn't so. Had you over estimated the resources and connection of your family in the world of magic. Were they complete little players that couldn't change anything, that couldn't shake and stir the pot of bureaucracy. Was Ronnie and her family that influential or the direction that little caring about the witches they educated. No answers were coming for you.
There you are, taut as the day you had been transformed, wrapped over the butt and pussy of your owner. If over these two years, she had transformed anyone else, you had no idea of it, no one had talked to you in all that time. If your family had tried to get you back, you did not know about it. And as families and friends mingled to celebrate the end of college, here you remained under graduation robes, silent and lonely, with no one from your family to celebrate with. Still very much refusing to give up your past and your knowledge that you were human once.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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