Your hopes of your girlfriend actually coming back based on the approahcing silloiette was quickly dashed. Freesia slowly unclipped you from the clothes rack and felt aroud you to make sure you were dry. You sank into despair more as you sank perfectly into the gummy fabric, your texture and the texture of the leggins indecipherable.
"Good as new!" she announced happilly, dropping you into the bottom of a small laundry basket, with more clothes piling on top of you and burying you in their weight, alongside giving you a grim remidner that you were just clothes to this girl now, stuck as her property and something to wear.
Your world was pitch black for a while until you reached this girl's bedroom and she began pulling articles of clothing out of the hamper and placing them away. When you were hoisted into the air, you saw a glimpse of yourself. The dye she used was incredibly effective. As in, you couldn't even see yourself in the mirror. You could only see the red leggins you were stuck too. Completely invisible to the naked eye, making you sink yet even deeper into despair.
You didn't have much time to look, though, as you were unceremoniously folded up neatly and stuffed inside the top of one of ther dresser drawers. The last thing you saw was the face of your capture-turned-wearer before she closed the door shut, leaving you to sit in the dark, waiting your fate that you weren't looking forward to as a comfortable, seemingly-ordinary pair of leggings.
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