Amy was looking for a tinder transformer to become...a full body leotard for a catwoman cosplay? You look up the stats of what she wants....purple spandex full body back zip, with built in hood and mask, along with latex boots and clawed gloves? Gawd, it looks like it would be fantastic at a convention or even just as a fetish outfit. She included her measurements, and all you have to do is swipe right...well, then accept all the TF legal windows, and the app will zap you, staff come get you, and ship you to your match, Amy. She specified a week for the first date, which means you'll be stuck as clothing the whole week, and change back after, or at least have the option to change back. You've heard stories of people simply never changing back, just becoming who or whatever they chose on this app, essentially going from single to in a relationship, but not like you would just decide to be clothing for some woman, and give up your human life, right? So you swipe right and are clicking through captchas, and waivers, coming to the final one: tap this and the process starts, unable to be changed or interrupted until the first 'date' is over, one week AFTER Amy gets you in the mail. Swallowing, you see your finger trembling, not quite sure you can bring yourself to.....
You touch the screen and collapse, your body transforms almost instantly, now spandex and latex, completely inanimate, laying crumpled at your desk. It's a little hard to gauge time, but before it gets dark out, a man comes into the room, greeting you "Hello John, nice form you have there, and I am sure your date will love you like this. Let's get you prepped and shipped out for her." As he folds your form, putting you into a plastic bag, then into a padded and secure mailer, sealing it shut.
Now you REALLY have no way of gauging time as you can not see anything, can only hear muffled noises, and while you feel motion, its muted, stuffed as you are in here. You face the realization more than you had expected that all you are is an object. You aren't alive, can't move, you in essence belong to someone you never met. What the hell have you done?
But your worry and confusion are parted when a slit appears above you, and slender hands reach in, removing you, unfolding you. You see Amy before you, her hourglass figure true to the measurements she shared, her smiling face showing complete glee. Her hair is longer and while it still has shades of blue to it, its darker now, mostly black and you would compliment her on it, but of course you can't because you are clothing, a costume. But, apparently, a costume Amy simply loves "Oh my God, John, you are soooo perfect, I can't believe how good you turned out, oh I have to try you on right this moment!" Her enthusiasm is a bit infectious, making you excited about this too, and when she lays you back over a chair, you are able to see her in her bedroom, as she strips down to only panties. Her chest is rather impressive, and the thought that all of those curves are going to be filling you, defining your form, your shape, your purpose, well, it's a thrill unlike anything you have ever felt before.
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