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Cassie groaned as she buried her face in her arms across her laptop. She had just opened her inbox to find the newest batch of “thank you for your interest but the position has been filled” e-mails. She had been out of work for months and could not seem to catch a break. It was as if no one needed web developers any more.

She’d managed to pick up a bit of freelance work here and there. Or at least that is what she called it when someone asked her what she was doing for money. Because she was too embarrassed to admit that what she was actually doing was taking her clothes off for internet strangers. Yes, that's right, she had become a camgirl.

Her new career as an online sex worker did keep her fed more or less but that was about it. The rent however had been a whole other problem. So she had decided she needed to move out of her expensive apartment before she was thrown out. Luckily Veronica, one of her old clients that had become a true friend to her, had come to her rescue by offering her to rent her a spare room. An offer Cassie had gracefully accepted.

So that was why she now sat at a tiny little desk in the corner of Veronica's second bedroom. A room that until Cassie had moved into it had been Veronica’s xl sized walk-in closet, and it still was. So despite the room being quite spacious, the only furniture she had been able to fit in was her bed and a small desk. The rest of the space was taken up by rack upon rack of clothes.

You could say that Veronica had a shopping problem and you would not be wrong, but she also owned a small chain of clothing stores. So a lot of the clothes were samples she had ordered or been sent for free. And she hardly ever threw or gave any of them away.

At first, Cassie had felt a bit weirded out, living in a room filled with someone else’s clothes. But now, a few months later she’d actually come to like it. All the soft cloth around her deadened all sounds. It was quiet and cosy and she felt strangely at home. And it was perfect sound dampening for the audio from her “freelance” streams and made them sound amazing. Plus, since she was pretty close to Veronica’s size, she did not have to spend any of her meagre earnings on clothes.

She and Veronica were getting along great too. It felt like Veronica had welcomed her into her home seemingly without reservation. And she felt Veronica might even fancy her a bit, especially after the time she had thought she was the only one home and not bothered to bring fresh clothes with her when taking a shower. She had been walking back to her room naked with only a towel around her hair and met Veronica in the hall. Cassie had been embarrassed and blushing while stuttering out an apology. But Veronica had just waved it off and said.

“Oh, don't apologize. If I got to decide you would walk around like that all the time.”

And if she were to be honest with herself she did have a bit of a crush on Veronica too. She was a wonderful person. And she was good to look at either. Maybe if she did not find a job and moved out soon something might come of it.

Cassie shook her head, dispelling her daydreams and brought her mind back to reality. She sighed as she logged on to her bank to pay her rent which was why she had sat down at her computer in the first place. But when she saw the tiny number of her balance she knew she would have to have a hard talk with Veronica. Even though Veronica had been very generous when setting the rent, she would not be able to afford it and still eat this month. Thinking there was no good time to deliver bad news she closed her laptop and when looking for her landlady.

She found Veronica in the living room. Sunken deep into the soft sofa, tv remote in hand scrolling through shows on Netflix. But when she noticed Cassie she stopped and turned to her with a smile.

“Hey you. Want to watch something?”

“Sure. But I, um, need to talk to you about something first.” Cassie said, biting her lower lip.

Veronica having picked up on Cassie's trepidation got a concerned look on her face.

“What's wrong?”

“Well, the thing is... I don’t think I can afford rent this month.” Cassie said bracing for at the very least a stern talking to.

Veronica seemed completely unfaced though. But she did show a strange looking smile on her face when she said. “Oh, that’s all? Don’t worry about it.

Cassie let out a breath she had not realised she had been holding.

“Thank you. Promise I will pay you as soon as I get the money.”

“Or…” Veronica said, raising a finger as if she just had an idea. “We could come to a different arrangement.”

Cassie was starting to get worried now. “Like what?”  “Well let’s see, the other day you said you like living in my closet surrounded by all my clothes and things right? I believe you said you felt at home there?”

“Yes. I didn't at first but now I do. Why?”

That strange little smile had by now widened to almost a full out grin.

“How would you like to truly belong there?.”

That confused Cassie. “Truly belong there? I don't think I understand what you mean?”

Veronica kept smiling. Although Cassie thought it might have turned a little predatory.

“I caught your stream the other night. And I learned some things about you. Like that you enjoy people telling you what to do, and that you are into bondage to mention a few.”

Cassie had started to turn a crimson red and she got more and more embarrassed by the second after the words ‘I caught your stream’ had left Veronica’s mouth.

“I didn’t… That is… yes, I guess, yes.”

“So here is my proposal for our new arrangement. I really like you and I want to keep you. And I don't mean to keep you as just a friend. I mean to keep you as in owning you, as if you were a thing.”

“That… That sounds almost like slavery.” Cassie said shocked.

Veronica did not miss a beat.

“Yes. That is because that is the basic definition of owning a person. But it’s not as if I’m planning to have you toiling for me. In fact, I’m not intending to keep you human more than half the time.”

Cassie was having real trouble understanding what Veronica was talking about.

“What do you mean not being human? Do you mean like pet play or something?”

Veronica gives a short laugh and shakes her head.

“No, nothing like that. You don't know this but I have a secret. A really big and well-kept secret.  I’m a magic practitioner. What you would call a witch or sorceress. And my second largest secret is that I’m not in my thirties, not by a long shot. So what I’m saying is that I’d transform you into things. Things that are useful to me”

Veronica stood and came over to Cassie and looked right into her eyes as she continued.

“You enjoy the loss of control of being tied up and unable to move? To be unable to do anything except what someone lets you? Imagine being transformed into something incapable of moving. Imagine becoming a dress. Made from soft cloth. What it would feel like if I wore you. Hugging my body. Completely at my mercy.”

Cassie was imagining it. And standing there staring straight into Veronica's honest eyes she could not help it. The thought of all that made her soooo horny all she could do was let out a whimper. Hearing it and seeing her expression made Veronica burst out laughing breaking the tension of the moment.

“I might be wrong, but I think you like that idea.”

Cassie nodded rapidly. Not trusting her voice she hummed an “mmmhmm”.

Veronica got very close and whispered. “I take good care of my things. Why don’t I give you a taste of what belonging to me would be like.”

 And then she reached out and embraced and kissed her. Cassie returned the kiss and melted into her arms. Veronica let her hands roam over Cassie's body as she led her towards her bedroom.

***

Sometime later, after some intense and frantic lovemaking that had later settled into something deeply sensual and caring, the two women lay among the ruffled sheets holding one another. As Veronica gently caressed Cassie's cheek to move some stray hairs away she tilted her head back to look up at her and asked.

“Were you serious? You actually have magical powers and can change me into a dress?”

“Yes, I do and I can” Veronica answered in a soft voice.“But the dress was just an example.”

“And you want me to belong to you. Like, you would own me?

“Yes. Everything I said is true.” Veronica answered in a soft yet firm voice.

“So how would it work. I mean if you own me. Can I leave the house? See my friends?”

“Oh yes. If I leave you like you are, you can mostly do whatever you want unless I decide I want to use you.”

“Mostly?”

That strange smile showed on her lips again as she said. “Remember that time I caught you naked in the hall? When I said that if it was up to me you would be naked all the time?”

“Yes…”

“Well if I get to keep you, you’re not hiding that masterpiece of a body by wearing clothes around the house any more.”

Cassie smiles at that.

“I can live with that. Alright, I have made up my mind. You can keep me.”

“You agree? You belong to me now?”

“Yes. I belong to you.”

Veronica hugs her possessively.

“Thank you. You’re the best gift ever.”

They stayed like that until they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

***

When she woke, Cassie was alone in the bed, but she could hear Veronica moving about in the kitchen. She sat up in bed, stretched her muscles and yawned. She felt a little bit of an ache in her shoulders and realised she must have pulled something last night.

“So worth it,” she told herself. What had happened the night before had been unexpected but wonderful.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and started to look for her clothes, but she couldn’t seem to find them. And that's when she remembered what she’d agreed to before she’d fallen asleep. She belonged to Veronica now, and the first thing she’d told her was that she couldn't wear clothes around the house anymore. So Veronica must have taken them.

Thinking of that made her feel an excited flutter run through her. She had actually agreed to basically become Veronica’s slave, her property. And if her talk of magic was true, even more. She’d read a few stories like this that she had found on the internet. Of people voluntarily living as someone's slave. But she’d never really thought she would do anything remotely like it herself. But she had no regrets. So since she didn’t have to bother with clothes she smiled to herself, hopped out of bed and headed for a shower.

Once she had finished she padded on her bare feet into the kitchen where she could hear Veronica still moving about. She was wearing a robe but otherwise seemed to be ready to leave for work.

“There you are. Good morning sleepy head. I was just about to come and fetch you” She said when she saw Cassie in the doorway.

“Good morning,” Cassie said as she looked around the kitchen. Veronica seemed to have had her breakfast and then cleaned it away. That made her a little disappointed.

“I know that I’m kind of just a thing to you now, but I still would have liked some breakfast.”

Veronica only smiled at her slightly surly tone.

“Oh don't worry hun. You won’t need it.”

“I won't?” And right on cue Cassie's stomach made a loud noise. “My stomach seems to disagree.”

“No, you won’t. Because I’m about to make you into a simple piece of clothing and then wear you to work. And clothes don't need to eat.”

“Oh!”

Veronica walked over to her. And Cassie could see a loving but possessive glint in her eyes.

“Yes, oh. And after last night I have decided that I want to keep you close, real close.” She leaned in and kissed her.

Cassie thought it was a great kiss. But there was more to it than that. She could feel something flow into her. And her body started to feel warm, and not only with arousal. She felt the stiffness of her pulled muscles fade away. Her whole body relaxing to an almost unnatural degree. Making her feel almost...malleable.

Veronica broke the kiss. “How do you feel?”

On top of the new sensations, Cassie felt a little dazed.

“Wonderful, warm. Strange.” She smiled a sultry smile. “Horny.”

Veronica smiled and let her fingertips gently slip over her naked chest. Making Cassie shudder.

“What you are feeling right now is that you are primed with shaping magic. All it needs is some direction and it will start to reshape you.”

“Mmm, it feels really good.”

“Yes, yes it does. I can make you change, but since it is your first time I think I will let you do it.”

“Mmm, how do I do that.”

“Now that I have poured my magic into you it is easy.” Veronica untied and opened her robe revealing that she was wearing a lace-trimmed white bra and thigh-high stockings underneath, and nothing else. “I want you to become my panties. A pair of white lace panties, to hug my hips and pussy all day. All you have to do is focus on that. Fix the image of it in your mind.”

Even though the magic filling her made her feel strange and odd, it seemed to sharpen her imagination. Cassie imagined herself becoming exactly what Veronica asked for. She could imagine every thread, every stitch, what the fabric felt like, even the exact colour of white. She fixated on it and she knew she was going to be the best pair of panties ever. Once that image was firm in her mind she somehow felt it solidify and feel like it was real. And that’s when she felt her body starting to shift.

The room seemed to grow larger around her as she started to shrink. She felt a strange sensation in her arms and when she looked at them she saw how they were starting to turn white and flatten out. She felt the same sensation in her chest and looked down just in time to see her breasts melt into her flattening chest. Her body kept thinning out until she turned lacey and could start to actually see the light shine through because she was so thin.

The sensation had spread to the rest of her body and soon she felt as if she could not stay upright any more, her body having now changed into simple cloth. Just as she was about to fall Veronica bent down and caught her. Veronica lifted her panties to be up and held them in what, to Cassie, felt like giant hands. The sensations of her now lacy fabric body being touched by Veronica's warm hands made the sensitive little slip of cloth twitch in its first orgasm. It would have cried out if not for her head having become part of the small silky cloth panel in the front of the panties just moments before.

The lacy straps that used to be her arms and legs connected forming waist and leg holes. And just like that, Veronica held a pair of panties that matched her bra perfectly.

“Oh, you turned out lovely,” Veronica said as she turned her new underwear around in her hands looking them over. “Now, you do understand that you are nothing but a pair of my panties now and I’m going to treat you as such. For as long as I keep you like this there is no Cassie, just a little slip of cloth that happens to have the mind of a girl I used to know.”

And matching actions to words Veronica bent down and stepped into the leg holes, pulled the panties up her legs and over her hips. She settled them against herself adjusted to a snug fit and smoothed out any wrinkles. Happy with their fit she left the kitchen heading for her closet to pick out the rest of her outfit.

She had said they were just like any other underwear she owned, but she did feel a sense of excitement knowing she was wearing someone that had been reduced to a simple object. Someone that had submitted to her so thoroughly as to let her take away her very humanity. She could feel herself getting a little wet just thinking about it. She might need a fresh pair before the day was out.

Meanwhile, Cassie’s mind was a bit overwhelmed. Her new form was tiny, silky soft and flexible. And as if that was not enough she had been bending and moving in ways she’d had a hard time comprehending as Veronica had moved her around in her hands. But that the little speech her new owner gave her is what truly made it sink in.

“It’s true. I’m not a person any more. Just cloth and thread, sewn together into the shape of women’s underwear. I’m completely helpless. As much as I try I can't move, I can’t speak and… I’m just one of Veronica’s things. Just like everything else she keeps in the closet she let me sleep in. I guess I do belong there now, don’t I.  Mmm, fuck, I wish I could touch myself right now.”

Moments after those thoughts went through her mind she no longer felt the need to touch herself any more. Because that was the moment Veronica had started to put her on. Sliding her fabric up smooth waxed legs, the slight contact as she moved over them would have made her shudder if she could. And then she was stretched out, pulled up over Veronica's full hips and butt. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt or could have imagined. It felt amazing. Her stretched form seemed several times more sensitive than normal. And the burst of sensation was too much for Cassie who was quite suddenly brought to orgasm again and passed out from it.

Once she became aware again it was to a world of constant stimulation. Whenever Veronica moved, sat down or stood back up the stretchy fabric of the panties would move, stretch and contract. She lost count of the number of times she was brought over the edge, and in between, she was almost perpetually kept on it.

Veronica was mostly true to her word and mostly ignored the fact that she had Cassie wrapped around her privates. There were a few times when she was alone when she could not resist to touch herself through her sentient panties. Once alone in her office, it went so far that she had to use magic to clean them afterwards.

The only time she actually spoke of Cassie in a way other than a simple piece of clothing however was in a meeting she had with Jane, the manager of one of her stores. But that was only natural since Jane was wearing her girlfriend Sara as a blouse at the time and so was not too surprised about Veronica’s newest possession.

Once Veronica got home that night she changed out of her work clothes and then slipped the panties off and held them as she looked them over one last time. They truly looked like any expensive well-made piece of underwear. But they had fit her much better than anything made by human hands could have. And for a second she debated keeping them for a little longer. But no. Sighing, she pushed some of her magic into them and dropped them down on her bed before willing them to become Cassie once more.

As soon as she did the little slip of cloth started to grow. The waistband and gusset splitting apart into what already started to look more like arms and legs. And as it grew the flat fabric seemed to inflate into Cassie's feminine form. Just like that, there was a naked woman on the bed where just a pair of panties were just a few moments ago.

But something was wrong, Cassie was just laying there, twitching.  Veronica felt a stab of panic. “Oh no! Did something go wrong?” She bent down and took Cassies face in her hands looking into her eyes. ”Cassie, Can you hear me? What's wrong?”

Cassie gave her a stupid grin back as she said. “Mmmmh, I’m f-fine… just cumming sooooo hard, mhmm.”

Veronica started to laugh and collapsed next to her on the bed relieved.

“Oh, thank the gods. I thought I’d broken you.”

Cassie now relaxing and enjoying the afterglow of the massive orgasm she’d had from changing back, half mumbled.

“No, I'm not broken. At least not in that sense of the word.”

Veronica was suddenly concerned again.

“What do you mean.”

 “Well.” Cassie paused for a second before continuing. “Let’s put it this way. You’re not getting rid of me any time soon. You’re stuck with me, because I want to go again. Being worn was awesome!”

Veronica laughs again and snuggles up to her new favourite thing and purred.  “Oh, I think I can think of more ways to use you….”