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The TF clinic rigged up my husband’s new form to be able to communicate, mostly for when he needs to request reversion. He’s able to change his appearance to a limited degree - still panties of course but he can form words on his fabric body!
I think he’s trying to tell me he loves this! His grammar is jumbled and degrading but of course a simple piece of fabric can’t be expected to be very smart. Perhaps the experience of being my panties is overwhelming his little brain.
Hmm. I’ll check in on him again in a few hours.