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(Woman to Clothing)
(Man to Woman)

 

Chen yawned, her heels clicking in the elevator as she arrived promptly for work, just as requested. This was her second job, and she was more than eager to get it underway. The doors dinged quietly, sliding shut with a well-oiled ease that told her she was in good hands.

The fluorescent bulbs above her cut out for a second, and when they reignited, Chen had fallen. Or… She was falling. It was so hard to tell, nothing felt right. Her body couldn’t move; though she could still see from… Where was she looking from? Her chest? The only way she could get that perfect view of the elevator’s ceiling was if she were to lie flat on her back, propping her legs up against a wall.

Except she didn’t really have legs, not anymore. She was in multiple places at the same time, and none of those places made sense. Her torso felt intact, but she had no arms or legs. Her ears felt fine, albeit a bit stretched. And there was the matter of that strange tickling above her butt…

The elevator doors slid open, and Chen’s head popped into the box. “Come on, not today… I had a really good costume, and everything…” Her voice spoke, enunciating every word precisely as Chen would.

The Chinese girl looked up to her duplicate, struggling to scream. Somehow, her twin must have heard her, because the tanned woman looked down to stare at her clothing. “Oh. Huh. Well, this is much cuter.”

Before Chen could even think a thought in protest, her body had scooped her new form up. Fabric slipped from Chen’s body, and she realized that she had somehow been surrounded by her old clothing. The girl silently demanded answers from her duplicate, and luckily it seemed like the twin understood.

“Okay, so… I’m guessing that you’re new here, and somebody didn’t tell you about our company policy. That’s okay, I get it. I’m Matt, yes, the guy who hired you.” Chen’s body grinned, and the girl was reminded of the expression that her boss had worn on his introductory day.

She wracked her brain for answers as to how this was possible, and came up blank. Then she struggled to think of why it had happened to her. Again, nothing. The girl looked from her fabric self to the man clad in her body as if she could somehow convey that she wanted answers.

Somehow, it must have worked. Matt toed the rest of Chen’s wardrobe into his—no, her—office, before beaming. “Our company has a little clause, I’m sure you read it. You have to dress the part, or face a reprimand. Said reprimand: becoming clothing. And yes, I know you showed up in your same immaculate outfit as always, but… It’s Halloween.”

Chen mentally gawped in shock. So, that was it? She was turned into clothing because it was Halloween and she wasn’t in the mood to act like a fool? Besides that, she was dressed up as someone: A person who—

Chen’s body interrupted her thoughts with a wry, knowing grin. “And no, ‘a person who doesn’t like Halloween’ isn’t a valid costume. No, I’m not psychic. You just happen to be predictable. Or, I thought you did. But nobody could have predicted you’d turn out like this!” With that, Matt tossed her onto a nearby seat.

Chen didn’t know what exactly she had turned out to be, save that it was clothing. She watched helplessly as Matt stripped from her still-male clothing, turning with a predatory look towards the hapless apparel draped across a chair. Surprisingly, Chen’s only concern was that she really needed to get a better tan. She’d spent enough time indoors, she almost looked white.

Then Matt picked her up, and she found her thoughts pleasantly distracted by warm, soft skin. Part of her body must have been some sort of corset, because she could feel her legs and arms slipping into her new fabric self with ease. Fingers expertly laced the ribbons along Chen’s sides—she’d need to ask Matt how she knew to do that later, assuming she’d return to a human form at some point—then stroked along Matt’s smooth belly.

“Wow, you really work hard on this body. I mean, no offense, but you feel great.” Matt positively purred with delight, wiggling her butt. Chen almost passed out from the ensuing sensation, feeling her body’s deliciously round ass wiggle within the confines of her current form.

“But… That’s not even the best part.” Matt beamed, rummaging through the pile of Chen’s old clothing. Chen could feel the fabric moving atop herself, or at least a part of herself. Before long, Matt found what she was looking for, and Chen stared as Matt pulled out a pair of faux rabbit ears.

She knew she should have drawn a line at that, but Chen never really was one to dress up in a sexy outfit like this. She was actually a little curious as to what she’d look like, and so she savored the walk towards Matt’s office mirror.

That was another mystery solved: Chen had wondered during the interview just why her boss had a full-length wardrobe mirror in his office. Apparently it was for situations just like this, where the new woman posed in her skimpy playboy bunny outfit.

Matt laughed, Chen’s musical voice singing from her full lips. Then the woman fell onto her knees, gripping her ass with both hands, giving it a squeeze. Caught as she was between her hands and her butt, it was all Chen could do to remain conscious.

The Chinese girl-turned-clothing reeled with sensation, and she imagined her velvety body contracting around her human form. Being worn was like nothing she’d dreamed of before, a rich pleasure coursing through each of her stitches. Her ears bobbed slightly as Matt arched her head back, and Cen nearly lost herself then and there.

“See… Our retention rate is low not because people quit the job… It’s low because they quit humanity.” Matt breathed, trailing a hand between her legs, gently stroking at herself.

Chen wailed mentally with delight, able to see why. Touching herself as a human was always an awkward situation to her. It felt good, but it meant that she’d soon reach a climax that somehow wasn’t as satisfying as the build-up. Likewise, if it didn’t reach that climax, she’d spend the night in a state of despondent unfulfillment.

Life as clothing, on the other hand… Well, she didn’t have hands anymore, but for the sake of the metaphor she could imagine some. It was a pleasure beyond pleasure, since her new body was made and meant to be touched, crafted to be held. There could be no release, and so every touch was the peak of pleasure, a height from which she thought she’d never descend.

She could feel her own heart beating within her chest, feel her nipples stiffen against the tight one-piece that serves as Chen’s primary body. Even the fetishistic cotton tail on her backside stimulated her, its faint wiggling tickling the parts of her it could reach.

Then Matt’s hands fled her form, and Chen was left hanging, wanting more. She struggled to scream for further pleasure, humiliating as it was. The woman’s body rose and dropped back into Matt’s office chair, and she flexed her fingers. “Unfortunately, all play and no work makes Matt an unprofitable Chen.”

Chen could see Matt winking in the reflection of her computer monitor, and the clothing glowered. Matt knew. Matt knew that this was driving her crazy, and that she’d be begging him to make her into clothing tomorrow. Well, she’d need to show him just who he was messing with… Once she enjoyed a little more of this fabric delight.