There was barely anyone around this late at night on the campus of Malibu U, as a black-haired young woman quietly made her way into a shadowy labspace. She wore a dark purple jacket, slightly lighter coloured crop-top, and a dark blue set of capri pants. She also carried a designer satchel-style handbag, the thing that made her most nervous. Not because of what was in it, but because it was so last season...

"Hey, you here?" She whispered.

"Yes... " Another voice replied, and a man in glasses emerged from the darkness.

The woman, Mandy, almost jumped at his appearance, but stopped herself.

"Good. My time shouldn't be wasted... it's valuable. And speaking of value..."

She produced a small wad of money, a stack of hundred dollar bills, from her handbag.

"...You got it?"

The man nodded, producing another handbag, this one a far more elaborate Gucci design in purple.

"Here you are. Now, do recall this is supposed to be a fake Gucci, so, do get very mad someday when you realise you got 'scammed' on eBay..."

"...It looks pretty genuine," Mandy frowned.

"Oh, trust me. It most certainly isn't original."

They swapped, and Mandy opened her new bag... finding a small metallic case inside, plus a phone, not a new model but fairly recent.

"What's with the crappy little cell?" She asked, pulling it out.

"Proof it works, and explaining where I got the bag. It's basically wiped except for some video evidence. And since it's trash already you have no problems getting rid of it once you're done," the man said, and walked off.

Mandy looked at the phone, finding it had no lock screen. Sure enough, there wasn't much on it, and only one video file.

She watched it, sound off, and grinned as it told her everything she needed to know about what she had just bought.

"Well... I guess you aren't an original after all," she said, as if speaking to her new bag.

She pulled the metal case out, and studied the main device held inside it. It looked like a camera lens attachment for phones. Also in the case was a set of bluetooth ear buds, and a smaller plastic case holding a few little metallic studs. And a set of instructions.

"Now let's go figure out how to work this thing."

***

The next evening, a tan-skinned woman with black hair walked alone, wearing brown sneakers, yellow yoga pants, a light green short sleeved jacket, and a pale pink blouse. Her name was Alexandra, but everyone called her Alex, friends, family... and foes.

Like the other black haired woman watching covertly as she walked back to her dorm.

"One naive little ditz, about to be snared like a... um... Oh, to hell with metaphors," Mandy sighed and began her plan with a press of a button on her phone.

Alex heard a faint whining sound from a side alleyway, and frowned.

"...Sounds like something's hurt," She realised, heading in to investigate.

She followed the noises, but paused as she got closer. They sounded fake... recorded. What Mandy didn't know (thanks to a fair few memory wipes of any times she had learned) was that Alex had years of experience as a spy. Years of experience making her suspicious of the noise as she crouched to look at where they were coming from, below a dumpster.

But she'd already fallen enough for it for what Mandy needed.

"Hi there, Alex! Fancy seeing you dumpster diving. Looking for a new outfit, or some perfume?" She taunted.

Alex sighed, turning to see the stuck-up pain standing behind her, phone in hand, with a camera lens mounted.

"You stuck a speaker in here didn't you, and now you're sharing your pic online..."

"Oh, not quite. I did put the speaker in but I didn't do anything with the phone yet. Say cheese!"

The camera flashed, and Alex winced... and froze in place.

"Wha- Mandy, what is that?!" She managed to say, as she felt herself shrinking down, clothing getting loose... and seeing her arms getting smaller while also turning yellow.

"Oh, just a little thing I bought. It seems to be working just fine."

Alex kept getting smaller, her jacket falling off, as she tried to speak up, but only coughed as her throat felt like it was full of some kind of fabric. She struggled to try and move with retracting limbs, and then felt like they were being absorbed into her. Her shrunken form fell inside her blouse and was hidden from view.

Mandy watched as the pile of clothes seemed to settle, and then walked over. She picked the blouse up, a pink bra falling out... and revealing a pair of satiny yellow panties sitting above the yoga pants and a second pair of pink ones. These panties had black lacey edging, and a light brown flower petal on the front.

Alex looked up at Mandy in horror as she was held aloft.

"Oh, you're a cute pair... Who'd have though someone with such awful fashion as you could make such nice lingerie?"

And then Alex was stuffed, mentally screaming, into Mandy's bag. She heard Mandy move around, gagging as there was the noise of a creaking hinge.

"This dumpster only just smells worse than your fashion sense... In they go!" Mandy said, pausing to gag a little again.

And then a phone rang. Alex recognised the tone, the one she'd set for Sam's calls... And it rang out.

"Hmm... Guess this is working already. Another little fishie being lured in?" Mandy said.

***

Samantha, commonly just called Sam, was frantic. Alex was late meeting her, and the redheaded woman had just hung up the fifth call to go to voicemail. She made her way quickly along the campus pathways, regretting her choice of her green leather jacket as she walked. Worn over a black halter neck top and her knee-length orange skirt, she also cursed wearing heels, because even speedy walking was killing her.

She decided to try phoning again close to Alex's last class, as well as rest her aching feet... when her blood ran cold. She could hear a familiar ringtone.

"Alex?! Alex, are you there?" She shouted, heading into the alleyway, and following the noise.

She yanked open the dumpster, and was shocked to find the ringing phone atop a pile of clothes...

"...Alex?"

"Oh, she's around... Not too talkative though, not right now," Mandy said, letting Sam know she was there.

"Mandy? What did you do?"

"Oh, see, I'm secretly a witch and I turned her into a frog, then a dog, and she saw a cute boy dog, and now she's off to make puppies(!)"

Sam wasn't actually sure if it was sarcasm, all things considered.

"Seriously, why are her clothes and phone in your perfume dumpster?" The redhead said.

"Oh, me-ow. I already used that one though. But don't you worry, I can take you to Alex in just a minute! Now, watch the birdie!" Mandy said, raising her phone.

And like Alex, Sam froze, and began shrinking, her pale skin turning green as she collapsed. She got off one last set of words from her mouth as she recognised the device on Mandy's phone for what it truly was...

"Wait, how did you get tha-"

Her skirt fell loose from her thinning hips, the blue boyshorts below going loose too as she shrank, until her jacket fell down and began covering the whole tiny thing she was becoming. Sam was in darkness a few more moments, but she knew exactly what was happening.

Because it was a WOOHP gadget intended to smuggle items and people past checkpoints, as inanimate objects. She didn't know fully how it worked, but she knew for certain it did - because, of course, it had just worked on her. And, as she correctly assumed, Alex.

And then Mandy pulled her out. She was a two-tone green set of hipster panties, darker forest green vine patterns of a more matt material over the main shinier jade green. She also had a red lacey waistband, with a small emerald gemstone set into the band's front.

Mandy admired the new panties a moment, but frowned.

"...Did you know what my new toy is? You sounded like it."

She shrugged and stuffed the green undies in with Alex in her bag, the two transformed women aware of each other's presence but unable to communicate, of course.

"Well, I better get rid of your discarded fashion disaster too... and go finish off your little trio, wherever the Blonde Bimbo is... Though maybe you can help," Mandy realised, seeing Sam's still-open phone lying in her clothes....

***

Clover groaned, bored out of her mind, but trapped. She sat in her room, trying to cram for a totally unexpected test she'd only got three weeks notice of! The blue eyed blonde was so certain the night was wrecked she was already in her night clothes since if she ever finished this she'd probably be straight to bed instead of doing anything worthwhile. A white strap top with red edges, and matching shorts.

She looked at her buzzing phone and gave another groan of despair.

'Where u?' Sam asked via text.

"Sam, you know I'm stuck here in the dorm..." She groused, and sent a reply text to that effect.... But then realised something.

"...Sam never abbreviates."

Pondering this odd behaviour, she was tempted to send another text asking what was going on. So she did.

And waited on a reply. And waited.

A nervous feeling overtook her, and she wondered if she should send another text, when she heard the door open. She looked out from her room into the hallway.... And gasped as the door slammed behind Mandy.

"What the hell are YOU doing here?!" She growled, red with rage at seeing the last person she wanted in her dorm.

"Oh, relax, loser, I'm just here to turn you into panties," Mandy said bluntly.

"...What?"

Mandy wasted no further time, raising her phone and taking the shot. Clover froze, and she turned even redder than before.

"Oh no way, you were seriou-" Clover said, cut off as her throat grew tight.

Mandy watched her rival turn redder, shrink smaller, and transform. She could see the whole process, watching as Clover's limbs retracted, as her head shrank down, her face vanished away, and the small red shape of panties finished shifting and morphing. Mandy found that hateful glare that was fixed on her until those blue eyes vanished delightful.

And she was just as delighted with the end result, picking up the creation. Red silky panties, with yellow lace trim, and a little blue bow-ribbon tied just below the waistband at the front.

"Oh, see? Even someone like you can become beautiful in the end... " Mandy taunted.

***

Back in her own room, Mandy inspected her haul. Three losers. Three pairs. She imagined the cursing, the despair. And giggled as she took the small plastic box out from the case.

"But I don't have to imagine, do I?"

She inspected Clover first, finding the washing instructions of the panties. She took a metal stud out, opening the tiny little thing up and pinning it onto the label. She did the same with Sam and Alex, then put in one of the earphones before opening an app that installed to her phone.

And after a little setup, was soon listening in to the transmission from 'red pair'.

'-is she even doing now? And why's no one from WOOHP saved us yet?' Clover thought.

Mandy was now very curious.

"So, you know where this came from too..."

'...Mandy? You can hear me?! Is it telekinesis, are you some kind of supervillain now? Wait, if I'm in your head, then.... BITCH BITCH WHORE SLUT YOUR MOM-'

Mandy sighed and cut the feed, switching to Alex.

'-I don't wanna be panties....'

Mandy rolled her eyes and moved to Sam's feed, who was... silent?

"Okay, Sam. You knew more about this thing than you had any right to. And so does Clover. You explain... or I put Alex through a paper shredder."

'You wouldn't! You're a bitch but you're not a murderer.'

Mandy kind of regretted how only one feed at a time was set up just now. Hearing Alex scream in terror at the threat would have been so great..

"No, but I mean, aren't I like a kidnapper now? I do have three women in my room against their will. Maybe I should just erase the evidence, especially since you apparently know about secret spy gadgets already."

'Mandy, look... We're spies. All three of us. We work for the WOOHP.'

Mandy scoffed.

"Oh, sure, you're totally spies(!) Your nerdy little ginger butt probably found it on some conspiracy website looking for UFO pictures or whatever you do on saturday nights when you can't find a man..."

'No, Mandy, I'm telling you the tr-.'

She sighed and shut the earbud off, content with her own assumption.

"What-ever. I better get to sleep. I have some new panties to try in the morning. Sweet dreams...."

***

 The next day, Mandy awoke... and grinned. If Sam's bullshit about WOOHP had been true, surely the Navy Seals or something would have burst in overnight to kill her and rescue their agents. But here she was, not remotely dead, with three new pairs of panties waiting on a dresser.

"Now, you three sit tight. I'm going to shower, then go for my morning exercise. A bike ride. And one of you will be coming! I should warn you... in this heat, I get pretty sweaty!" She taunted the panties.

Padding back from her shower she looked the three over, and wondered who was first.

"Hmm, now... I can't wear you all at once, and as pretty as you are a gal like me needs to have variety every day. Besides, none of you match any of my bras for now. So, who's first?"

She pondered for a moment, then simply grabbed Alex.

"Eh, I changed you first, you get to go first."

Earbud in, she listened to Alex's screams as she slid the transformed woman up her legs, slowly... tauntingly. She hoped the other three had a good view of their friend inching up her beautiful legs, and into place where the yellow garment belonged.

"Oh, you're so comfortable... We're going to have such fun today, Alex!" Mandy teased, letting Alex hopefully get a nice look at herself in the mirror, trapped and wrapped around her lower body.

And then Mandy finished getting ready for her workout, slipping on some tight leggings, and a sports top with built in bra.

And then Alex seemed to almost relax?

'Thank god she's not wearing a skirt... I don't want people looking at me like this...'

Mandy considered the idea, but decided maybe saving it for later or one of the others was in order. Maybe Clover? Let her finally get some guys staring at her... But for now, bike ride.

Mandy eventually got a little bored of Alex's protests after ten minutes of riding.

"Alex, you should be honoured, you know. Why, it's a pretty select few get this close to me in the morning. And there's all sorts of pervs would like my sweat soaking into them... Hell, if I wasn't rich I could have guys paying me a fortune to do this. So lighten up!"

'...You can hear me?!'

Mandy decided not to answer and leave her panties in ignorance. She switched from the feed to a normal music app, finishing her ride without Alex's pitiful wails and moans in her ears. And then she got on with her day, Alex by her the whole time, until evening and bedtime, when she was slowly taken off, and tossed in a hamper, right in front of the other two.

"Well, Sam, Clover... One of you gets that treatment tomorrow. But you won't see Alex again until you've been worn as well. Actually, you know what, since she's just panties, how about... we don't mention her again? She's just dirty laundry. And only clean panties get any semblance of humanity."

Mandy delighted in Alex's wails through her earbud.

***

The next morning, Mandy took Sam out, but this time, to a yoga class. She had no classes that day, and instead would be heading to the mall. She opted to try putting on a nice sundress, a baby-blue thing with a hemline that was daringly low.

She was actually a little disappointed Sam wasn't that bothered. If anything the former redhead was glad of not being in the dark. Mandy marked that down as a failure. Though, she did find that her little foray into trying to attract pervs to stare at Sam was quite fun.

"Guess I might be a little bit of an exhibitionist," she chuckled to herself later that night as Sam was tossed in the hamper, and like Alex, began to be faux-forgotten. Who was Sam? Don't be silly, those green panties don't have a name...

For Clover's day, Mandy decided to cycle with a skirt. A short pleated pale yellow thing, she made sure it wasn't on the bike seat, and that Clover would be all that was between her and the saddle...

And as hoped, the red panties were horrified.

'Ugh, her big butt's crushing me into the saddle. And oh, god, that guy was cute and he was staring right at me. Mandy, you shameless bitch, please just go put shorts on! No, not another cute guy! Please, don't find me sexy! I'm being worn by a complete bitch! Honestly, you know what, I'm shocked she doesn't have a yeast infection or something. Or does she, because I can seriously smell fish...'

Mandy growled at that remark, because she was actually cycling past a fishmongers. But to her delight, and the delight of the lucky men on the street today, her little bike ride kept drawing eyes to Clover.

And then later, she was given some other fun, having switched to a short leather skirt and a light blue blouse. When a handsome blond detective came to ask questions about three missing girls....

"Well... I'll be honest, officer, I never got on with them. I tried not to interact with them where I could avoid it. Everyone will tell you. So I really don't know where they could be..." She said, crossing her legs, and noting his wandering eyes admiring Clover.

She was sure the guy was making up some extra questions for his short little interview. She wasn't a suspect, he'd said, but she was pretty sure if he could have got away with it, he'd have asked her for a strip search later that night. Sadly, he was a professional cop and her little daydream hope for a fun evening was dashed...

***

The three transformed women lay in the hamper for another two days, trapped with only their thoughts and the musty smell of the dirty clothes they were among. Mandy

And then Mandy spoke to them once more.

"Do enjoy the wash, ladies. I use a very nice smelling detergent. But I imagine it's not so tasty...."

She waited in the laundry room, hearing the three shriek and wail as they were tossed amongst other clothes, rinsed in water, soaked through, saturated with the detergent cycle, subjected to a full load wash. The three were rendered very dizzy.

And then screamed once more when Mandy decided to dry them on a radiator. It wasn't up high, but the sensation was awful! Like they were pressed against a hot plate, feeling their damp forms dry out slowly.

"Nice and dry! Now... Who's first again? I think maybe I'll try wearing you a couple of days. Gross, I know, but there's these pervs online pay good money for disgusting dirty panties... Wouldn't one of you like to be loved?" She taunted, before putting Sam on this time.

(She had no intention to follow through on that any time soon. She really did find the idea gross herself, so even to torture her panties she wasn't really going to do it. )

Things fell into routine of sorts, and after a while, Mandy was a little bored. Alex was kind of catatonic at times, Clover kept randomly screaming insults in the hope Mandy could indeed hear her (she tried to ensure the former blonde never learned for sure), and Sam... Sam was just sad to listen to.

'We'll be saved, don't worry. I know you can't hear me, Alex, Clover... but we can be saved. E-even she rips us on her fat butt someday as long as they find us they can repair and restore us!'

She decided a few more weeks would be spent with them, and this time, just stopped talking to them. They almost seemed like just panties even to her sometimes. They were silent when she set the earbuds on, and barely even responded to whatever she did.

So she gathered them after they were dry, and decided to inspect them, as well as speak to them for the first time in weeks.

"Now, ladies. I've been quiet to you for a while, but, I feel it's time we had a talk. You three are of course missing persons. Even Malibu-U noticed you three were gone, but the cops are stumped. But it's a problem. See, I want matching bras for you guys, and I have the settings all ready... but I can probably only risk two. More missing people might attract the wrong attention, so... One of you is going to be useless to me."

She showed them the paper shredder.

"So... Who will it be? Red, Yellow, or Green..."

She held up a normal dice cube, with two sides each painted the right colour.

"Keep a close watch!"

She rolled. She picked the 'winner' up... and listened to the other two finally acting terrified again as the machine slowly shredded the panties....