you collapse to the ground, confused as your newly altered senses try to adjust to your new form, the shiftisuit helping to cram a human mind into...what the hell are you?
You seem to have lost your legs, though you still have your arms...but wait, you no longer have hands? Actually, not even close to your biggest concern as it seems readily apparent you no longer have a head. Nor any insides, your form limp on the ground, but... stretchy? tight? what the hell? A tech comes over and reaches down, as you realize humans are much larger than you, well, in some ways. He picks you up, your form light, falling loosely from his hands as you finally get a sense of this. You're a dress, but like, what are you made of? The tech answers as he speaks with a chuckle.
"Lynn owes us, because there is no way she could afford a custom latex dress made exactly to her measurements like this guy" The other tech chuckles "Bet the dude has no clue how lucky he is, and how Lynn volunteered to wear him..." the first tech laughs "Volunteered, hell, she practically begged us to turn some guy into a dress, can't believe the higher up approved it, and the lucky bastard is gonna get to blog about it for a week, well, unless Lynn decides to turn him into something else"
Ok, so apparently you are a killer latex dress, custom measured for some woman, and she is going to have control over your transformations for a week? This is so wrong, but at the same time...gawd, this is kinda hawt, like, being plastered all over her curves, filled with some woman? Wondering what it will be like, what she will be like.... your wonderings cut off by the fact the techs fold you, and bag you up, cutting off outside references, trapping you in a bag or maybe a box, no light, disoriented, and rapidly losing track of...., well, everything.
Some time later, the box opens, but no sigh of the techs: just a woman and well, dayum. She must be Lynn, and her smiling face looks into the box at you, and as she takes you out of the box, letting your form unfold, you can tell she is excited. And apparently, really ready to wear you, since she is in thong panties and what appear to be some pasties, like just enough to make her not obscene in her dress...in you. And, while it is hard to gauge since all humans are now so much bigger than your form, she seems really sexy, like nice curves, which are soon to be filling...you.
But she holds you in front of her, biting her lip, and then giggles "Ok, so, like I know the guys said you're some dude from marketing, and the remote that lets me control your form has an option to allow me to read what you in essence 'say' to me, but well, I just want to let you know, I won't be using it. For the next week, I own you. You are nothing, an object, not a person, just a dress, a frigging drop dead gorgeous blue latex dress I have wanted for ages. I know you are gonna blog about wearing me, but I won't be reading it, won't be speaking to you anymore....once I put you on, all you are to me is my new favorite dress.... and putting you on is what I am doing right now"
This is both a little concerning, and low key hot. They way she just casually dismissed your human existence, letting you know that from the moment she puts you on, all you are is dress. And before you can consider much more, that moment arrives and she is shimmying into your form, a tight fit, but you stretch and squeak a bit, until she gets herself into you, hips stretching your hemline, tight to her thighs, sleeves sleek to her arms, and torso forming an hourglass to match her curves, chest swelling outward in smooth curves on her chest. Curves she caresses with her hands, as she feels herself in her new dress, posing before the mirror, drinking in how sexy she looks, feels, IS.... in her new dress. Confirmed when she giggles and then purrs "Gawd, I'm such a vixen, hmmmm"
She grabs a purse and heads out to:
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