(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
"I think," Lauren began, even as she absentmindedly started twisting you into bunches between her fingers. "It would probably be best to keep you as close as possible, so that when I'm finally able to get another fabric order in for more Tinex, it'll be easy to grab ya back and replace ya!" Your mom grinned, apparently pleased with her idea. And, from a theoretical standpoint, it did make sense to choose to mold you into something easily retrieved. You couldn't fault her logic.
What you could fault, however, was that your own flesh and blood would possibly think you'd willingly sacrifice your body as clothing for an indeterminate amount of time, no strings attached! Not that it was fully Lauren's fault for this whole mess.
And so, while you feebly tried to twitch and buzz to signal your dismay and displeasure to your mother, it wasn't wholly surprising that she didn't register your little vibrations at all, her mind already alight with excitement at being able to fulfill all three of her planned orders. Seemingly without a care in the world, your mom slapped you down onto her desk, flattening you out, and then she fetched a tape measure and flipped her design booklet onto the page with the sketch of the frilled skirt. You weakly groaned and tried to wriggle to freedom, but your mom merely laughed and placed a firm hand on your squashed chest.
"Relax, honey. I know you're excited for our little mother-son bonding, but I can't get a good handle on you when you're wiggling around, silly!" Lauren grinned. "We have to make you look perfect, after all, if we want to keep your identity a little secret! And we'll be fooling the toughest crowd around, because I think you would make a darling skirt for your sister, honey!"
Your stomach dropped at those words. Of course Lauren would be molding you into a skirt for Jenna, out of all possible candidates. Yes, it was arguably the safest option compared to being gifted as clothing to your forgetful girlfriend or scatterbrained redheaded friend, but Jenna was also extremely likely to notice you right away and willingly make your torment worse! There was no way your younger sister would pass up the chance to rub your humiliating fate in your face, and knowing her she'd have a hundred devious ways to milk this embarrassing mess for everything it was worth!
Lauren remained oblivious to your displeasure however, as she cracked her knuckles and began getting to work, humming a tonally-jarring happy tune as she did so.
With the practiced ease of a consummate professional, Lauren grabbed the edges of your body and began stretching and pulling you out. Using the tape measure and a recording of her daughter's measurements from her notes, Lauren pulled and stretched you out into the perfect length to wrap around your sister's hips, tailored exactly to her proportions. As a result, you weren't as taut and elongated as you would've been for the considerably more curvaceous women in your life, but that hardly made the experience any more pleasant.
Doubly so, considering you weren't just some bland, simple skirt. Furrowing her brow in concentration, Lauren began folding up the middle of your stretched-out body, creating ridges and ripples along the length of your skirt-shaped self. You mentally cried out at the slight pain and definite discomfort of having your malleable body prodded and kneaded like dough, but could do nothing to resist your mother as she etched waves and frills into your form. She even used trace amounts of translucent glue to hold your frilled-flesh in place after pulling her hands away.
Before you could even catch up with the mounting pain and humiliation, you heard the whirring of Lauren's sewing machine kick in, and your eyes went wide. You tried to flash your mother a horrified look, blinking rapidly in the best approximation of panic you could muster since your mouth was too flattened to scream. Lauren merely gave you a blissfully naïve thumbs-up before folding your body over itself, pinning one half of your stretched out body to the other, creating a circle. She then slid you right under her sewing machine and got to work.
Your squished eyes practically bulged from their sockets, and a muted cry of deliriousness rocked your body as you were slid under the violently threshing needle. Over and over again the needle punctured its way through your squishy body, threading some of your mother's extra-strength super durable threads right through your flesh, uniting the two squashed halves of your body. Little red welts were all that were left as the microscopic but strong threads weaved into your body and linked your body into a circle, the strings pulled taut and firm. The whole process took a minute at most, but felt like an hour in hell.
Red welts were the only tell-tale sign of what had happened to you once the sewing machine finished its cruel torture, but Lauren had a solution for that as well. Having already filled a bowl mixed with red liquid dying solution, your mother merely lifted your body up and dropped you into the solution, pressing you under the bubbling viscous fluid until you were fully submerged. She held you under for ten minutes, and you could feel the molecules of the chemical dye compound mixing with your skin, sticking to your very being, and forcibly changing you against your will.
At that point, you were too weak to even try and fight back.
Removing you from the dye bowl, your mother smiled appreciatively at your wholly dark-red body, not a single splotch of tan in sight. Drying you off with a towel, Lauren spread you out on her desk and then readied the final step in her plan. Fetching a spray bottle of Full Length, the chemical that could freeze Tinex (and by extension, tinies themselves) into whatever shape they were in while sprayed and would permanently last without proper solvent, she shook the bottle and held it over you. Staring up at her, you could only whimper as your mother smiled peacefully and spritzed the horrible mist all over you.
It took effect instantaneously, and all you had time to do was make sure your eyes were held wide open as your entire body froze in its shape. Your limbs became numb, and then all feeling disappeared from them completely as the Full Length spray stole away your own agency and free will. You were now, in your entirety, a red frilly skirt, wide enough to fit around Jenna and approximately run to her mid-thigh. Dyed red and squashed and stretched so thin, your tiny hazel eyes were now your only identifiable feature.
At least, positioned as you were, your eyes would be on the outward facing back of the skirt, visible to anyone and everyone watching Jenna walk by. That way, it wouldn't be impossible for someone to eventually spot you, so long as--
"Oh, oops!" Your mom chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I have you inside-out, honey. One sec!"
Apparently one-hundred-percent oblivious to her penchant for soul-crushing dramatic irony, Lauren grabbed your body and unceremoniously flipped you inside out, changing your vision from your mother's face to the rest of your own poor body. Now, because of this final action, she'd just ensured that the only thing you'd be staring at for the foreseeable future would be Jenna's butt, and the only people who could spot your single feature and rescue you now would either be Jenna herself...or no one.
Sighing contentedly, Lauren stood up and bundled you in her arms, holding you gently. "Alright, sweetie. I'm takin you to Jenna now. And yes, I promise I'll remember to not tell a soul what happened to you these next two weeks until my next order comes in! Pinky promise!" Your mother laughed. "Let's just hope Mari doesn't get to nervous about you missing. And please, know how much I appreciate all this, honey!"
Stroking your body softly (as if that made up for everything she'd just done to you), Lauren exited her studio and walked down the hall to Jenna's bedroom, where she found the door open and her daughter lying in bed. Jenna was leaning back against the headboard, phone in hand, apparently in the middle of texting Ashley and watching some online videos.
Your sister glanced up as Lauren entered the room. "Hey. What's up, mom?" She asked.
Lauren beamed, and set you down on the edge of Jenna's bed. "Just finished that Tinex skirt you'd requested from me! I'm very proud of him...er...it! Proud of it!" Lauren winced. "It should be wonderful, so treat it well!"
Jenna, passing off your mother's slip as just general 'mom' weirdness, picked you up and delicately traced a finger along the front of the skirt (or your stomach, precisely). "Wow...it is really soft. Thanks, mom! Love ya!"
"Love you too, dear!" Lauren sighed, taking one more look at you before leaving back to her studio.
Jenna felt you up a moment longer, no recognition in her eyes, and finally dropped you back onto her lap as she returned her attention to her phone. Not being immediately caught by her was a blessing, but it was the only light of hope in this cruel mess your mother had just put you into.
What happens next?
1) After a while, Jenna goes to hangout with Ashley and Mari, and puts you on, still having no idea of your identity yet.
2) After a while, Jenna goes to hangout with Ashley and Mari, but spots your eyes and recognizes you when she's getting dressed. Uh oh!
3) *Writer's Choice*
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