(Woman to Clothing)
(Man to Woman)



Tracie sighed as she strolled into work, a frown on her face. Of course it would be on her first day of work that some idiot would spill coffee on her best satin skirt. She just hoped that the company’s ‘Dress Well’ policy wasn’t as harsh as it seemed.

She looked to the glossy turquoise fabric and sighed, pressing over the ugly stain for what felt like the hundredth time. Well… It was still her first day. What could possibly go wrong?

BRRRT

The buzzer on her desk rang angrily, and the girl glanced down to find that there was a single lit bulb on her intercom. Next to it: ‘BOSS (oops)’. Evidently the previous secretary had a sense of humor about her.

Without wasting any longer, Tracie clicked the appropriate button, picking up the handset in one fluid motion. “Yes, sir?” She said, her tone calculatingly soothing. If there was one good thing about her behavioral studies class in college, it was that she now knew how to modulate her personality to match any situation.

“Tracie, is it?” A man’s voice greeted her, not quite angry yet not calm either. It seemed that her new boss also knew how to project himself. Tracie honestly couldn’t get a good read on him.

She settled on a simple “Yes, sir.”

“I’d like to see you in my office. And yes, it’s about the skirt.” With that, he hung up.

Tracie rolled her eyes and moaned, clicking the phone back into place. “Well, lovely way to start a day.” She muttered, rising to her feet and heading towards the elevator. A woman entered the lobby as she did, and she affixed her with a soft smile.

“Sorry miss, but I’ll be right back. If you’d like, we have some very comfortable chairs you could wait in.” She switched her tone to a properly demure and polite one, smiling as the woman took a seat. “Thank you very much.”

At least one thing was going well today… Tracie stepped into the elevator, calling the door up to the top floor. The doors slid smoothly shut, then… Nothing.

“I shouldn’t have thought this would go well…” The girl muttered, only to squeak as the booth shuddered around herself.

The lights flickered, going off and on; off and on again. Then Tracie had a distinct sensation of falling, her body somehow fluttering to the ground as though it was weightless. When the lights came on again, Tracie was looking at the elevator from the floor, and she couldn’t move.

It was like her body was paralyzed, incapable of moving in the slightest. She tried to call for help or to scream, but found herself unable to do even that. Then, with a shock of horror, she realized that she wasn’t herself anymore.

Somehow, impossibly, Tracie had become a skirt. She was sitting atop her soiled skirt, a twin of the dirty clothing. It was impossible, and yet she was somehow satin; somehow nothing more than an article of clothing, to be worn and used.

A loud ding came from the elevator, and Tracie looked up, somehow able to see from this fabric form. The doors slid open, and Tracie looked up to find… Herself.

If she’d still had eyes, they would have widened in shock. There was a mirror image of herself standing in the doorway, looking down at the rumpled pile of clothing with a grin on her face.

“Why, hello there. I’m Matt. Though now, I suppose you can call me Tracie.” The duplicate spoke, even able to match her voice correctly. “Hope you don’t mind, but it is company policy…”

Not-Tracie, or was it Matt? Matt made it easier to digest… Yes, Matt chuckled, stepping down and picking up Tracie’s underwear with an impish grin on her face. “Hm, plain white. Very nice, I like it.” For a moment, her face fell, and she looked specifically to the satin skirt on the ground. “This isn’t workplace harassment since you’re clothing now, by the way.”

Oh, yes. That was what Tracie would be worried about. The skirt scowled inwardly as she watched the duplicate of herself put on her panties, then her bra, then her shirt. Then she realized Matt had looked to her, the skirt, when speaking. He knew who she was!

Matt chuckled, picking up the disgruntled skirt and fluffing it gently. “Oh, I’m sure you’ve realized some of what’s going on right now… But just in case you haven’t, I can explain it for you. Our founder was… Well, magical. There’s no other way to put it.”

Matt hummed as she slipped her legs into Tracie’s satin form, eliciting a silent moan from the girl. “Oh, I’ll give you a second to get your bearings.”

Loathe though Tracie was to admit it, she needed that second. It felt so good to be worn, especially by her own body! She’d never known that her thighs were so warm, so silky; or that her hips were so inviting.

It was almost tempting to lose herself in the feeling of her satin skin trailing against her legs, especially when Matt pet her teasingly. Warm soothing pleasure let her every fiber relax, and she could just drift…

Her own voice snapped her back to the present, and Tracie listened to her duplicate intently. “So anyways, yeah. Huge stickler for dress code. If you’ve got a dirty piece of clothing on and you get in the elevator, the last employee you talk to becomes you. And you become… Well, I suppose you know.”

Yes. Yes she did. For a moment, Tracie was glad that she didn’t have eyes anymore, because if she did she’d have rolled them so far back into her head, she might never be able to see again. What kind of crazy nonsensical company was this!? Who even thought like that?

Evidently the madman who was putting on her clothes did. Or was Matt a madwoman now? Tracie certainly thought of her as a she… Well, that was food for thought while she remained as a skirt. Which, come to think of it…

Tracie began to panic as she realized that she had no idea how long she’d be left like this; how long she’d be transformed into this skirt. She didn’t want to be satin for all of her life! She had dreams; aspirations; a boyfriend!

Speaking of, Chad was supposed to visit today. Would that mean that he’d meet Matt instead? She prayed that wouldn’t be the case, but her phone began to ring from her shirt pocket.

Matt’s face brightened into a smile, and she picked up the phone from near her breast. “Hello? Oh, hi! What? Of course, you can still come over. Thanks, sweetie, you’re the best.”

Matt looked down to Tracie with a grin, clicking the power button on the side of her phone. “Apparently that was Chad. I think that he’s going to be more than happy to see me as you. Of course, I suppose he’ll see you too. But he probably won’t recognize you.”

Tracie fumed silently, hating how nice it felt to feel the gentle sway of Matt’s hips. It wasn’t like she could respond, anyways.

The girl-turned-skirt continued to brood as Matt walked down to her desk at the front, neatly organizing the papers to look up with a smile as a young man approached the desk.

Tracie recognized him immediately, and she silently screamed for him to leave. It was Chad, and for his own sake she hoped that he’d be able to spot the double.

“Hey sweetie.” Matt said with a grin, waving with one hand and petting Tracie with the other. “Wanna fuck?”

It was a blunt statement, and utterly out of character. That said, her boyfriend was always one to think with one head in favor of the other.

“What? Really?” Chad blinked, oblivious to his incensed fabric girlfriend’s protests.

She silently screamed every insult she knew at him, even inventing a few more in the process. How could he be fooled like that? Even if it was flattering that he’d always want to make love to her, THAT certainly wasn’t her!

“Of course.” Matt replied, heedless of Tracie’s anger. “I mean, as long as I keep my skirt clean, I should be fine… After all, a good secretary doesn’t let her clothing get dirty in any situation.” Matt grinned as she spoke, and Tracie wailed mentally as her boss sent her boyfriend to lock the door and pull down the shades.

No, she didn’t want to see this! Even if technically Chad wasn’t cheating on her, Matt certainly was putting a fist-sized hole in her relationship. Or, on second thought, any metaphor other than that. Right now Tracie didn’t want to think about fist-sized holes.

“Mn, I can see you’re ready.” Matt grinned, leaning back in Tracie’s chair and tugging her panties down to her ankles.

Chad grinned, unbuttoning his tented jeans and letting them fall to the ground. He gripped his boxers, then paused. “Wait… You’re keeping your clothes on?”

For a moment, Tracie’s heart soared. Chad was really weird about having sex with clothes on; there was no way he’d let Matt get away with this!

“Are you telling me you’ve never wanted to fuck the naughty secretary?” Matt cooed, her every syllable dripping with pleasurable promises.

The thin candle of hope that had been lit in Tracie’s heart sputtered and died. Well, today was disappointing enough as is; why shouldn’t it get worse? She whimpered mentally, watching as Chad eagerly stripped the rest of his clothes, showing his buff, sexy form to her transformed boss.

Well, at least this would make for one hell of a story. Tracie began to compile a list of ways she’d get revenge on her boss, only to lose all track of them the second her boyfriend fell upon her duplicate.

She was sandwiched between a copy of her thighs and those of her boyfriend’s, and it filled her with nothing but bliss. It was like her soft satin was screaming with satisfaction, loving the feeling of Chad’s cock and balls against herself.

“You like it when I rub myself against your skirt, hm?” Chad chuckled, grinning as he grabbed Tracie’s soft fabric in both hands, pulling her around his manhood.

Tracie could taste his sweat; feel his twitching veins against herself. Oddly enough, it was more arousing now than she was a skirt than it had ever been as a human, and Tracie found herself addicted to the rich warmth that was her Chad.

He pulled away from her and she whimpered mentally, already missing the feeling of her fabric body caressing his cock. Then he lifted her from Matt’s thighs, waiting no longer to thrust into her duplicate’s pussy.

Again, ecstasy filled her; this time greater than before. It seemed that as clothing, she could share in her wearer’s passion while also experiencing all the bliss a life of satin had to offer herself.

The skirt silently screamed with bliss as she felt her boyfriend thrusting into herself, his thighs so hot against her; the hair from his balls gently grazing her folds as he moved. It was so much more than she’d ever wanted in her life, a passion made all the greater as Matt’s thighs began to grow slick with sweat.

“Ah… Ahhn!” Matt moaned loudly, gripping at Tracie’s desk and rolling her hips against each of Chad’s thrusts, letting Tracie’s fabric flow with the steady motion. It was a loud and lusty call that Tracie would have repeated all the louder were she able to.

How was it possible that being worn while her mirror image fucked her boyfriend could be so pleasurable? This was almost better than having sex itself!

The skirt silently screamed as she felt Chad’s pace quicken, a shift in speed which was made all the more pleasurable by his decision to lift her a little more. The man grabbed her hem and tugged her up so he could better access Matt’s pussy, which meant her soft satin was now rubbing against his chest as well.

If there was anything left of Tracie that hated what was happening, it was soon fading faster and faster. It felt so good to be mashed between her boss and her boyfriend; to be pleasured like a skirt should be! The girl screamed silently with pleasure, her ecstasy spiking in time with her wearer’s and her boyfriend’s.

Chad came, Matt came, and Tracie came too-if such a sensation could really be called climax. She didn’t experience any physical sensation to much as it was an entirely spiritual satisfaction. Her pleasure reached a new crescendo, and though there was no physical experience to be had from this climax it was just as fulfilling as one.

Tracie mentally reveled in the pleasure that had been given to her, sinking into a contented, almost trance-like state of post-coital bliss. She rested contentedly on Matt’s copy of her own legs, reveling in a pleasure that was hers to call her own.

Then Matt spoke, a cute chirp to his voice. “Oh, whoops. Looks like you got some on my heels… Oh well, I suppose that Tracie could use some company for the day.”

Tracie mentally started in shock as she saw the semen-spattered heels; then she looked up to find Chad had a very perplexed look on his face. Then it was a surprised one, and he dwindled away, shrinking back into a pair of high heels.

It was an incredible change, something that looked like a bad special effect simply for how surreal it was. It was like Chad somehow melted away, his body puddling into an admittedly stylish set of heels.

“Oh, perfect!” Matt sniggered from Tracie’s mouth. He grinned from ear to ear, kicking off the soiled heels and slipping Chad on over his feet.

Immediately, Tracie could feel a strange sensation, like there was someone just gently intruding within her mind. She could feel fear, confusion, and perhaps a bit of recognition? The girl flinched in shock as she realized that she was actually somehow sharing her thoughts with Chad, and she could tell he was realizing the same… Kind of.

She was feeling a good deal of pleasure from the man, even though he was in two places now. Apparently being heels was as pleasurable as being a skirt, if not more so. Tracie could feel her boyfriend’s heart soar, and she even felt a bit of pleasure across their connection as Matt rose to her feet.

“Well, back to business.” Tracie’s duplicate spoke with a sultry smile, clicking her heels against the tile as she strode towards the door. Every footstep sent echoes of pleasure through Tracie’s body, and the skirt sank back into pleasure again.

It was incredible to feel her fabric body around her own hips; against her ass and smooth thighs. She could almost just drift away to this pleasure, just drift…

Tracie lapsed into a calm haze, enjoying every second of being a skirt. As far as first days of work went, this was certainly among the better…

The next day…

“Hold the door!” Tracie yelped, shooting out her hand as she darted into the elevator beside Matt. Her boss looked to her with surprise, eyes wide in shock.

“Wait… What? Shouldn’t you be at the front desk?” He asked, moving to hold the elevator door open.

Tracie pulled his hand back with a subtle grin, motioning towards her feet. “I would, but… My shoes are still messy.”

The doors shut, and Tracie shut her eyes as the familiar sense of change flooded her body once more.

When she opened them, she was in two places at once, looking up to a twin of herself in men’s business clothes. The heels eagerly awaited their wearer, each sole beckoning her duplicate’s smooth feet.

It looked like her second day would be as interesting as her first.