Dave felt a trickle of sweat run down his forehead as he stood by the front of a large oak door that led to his parent’s bedroom. It was raining so the air was nice and cool. Yet, the mixed feelings running wild in his gut as he stood alone in silent contemplation on what he was about to do made him feel as if he was standing in a sauna.

Just a few hours ago, Dave was ready to pack up and head back home from another tiring day at school when his friend; Kevin, had taken him aside by the school gates. Judging by the look on his face, Dave had assumed it had to be a serious issue so he obliged.

His expectations had been flipped upside down the moment he’d heard the sentence; “Your mum’s underwear” leave his mouth however. Kevin had been a regular at Dave’s house, coming over frequently to work on projects together or hanging out in general. Things sort of made sense to Dave now considering he’d caught him many times eyeing up his mother whenever he thought he wasn’t looking. Now here he was asking him to steal his mother’s underwear for him.

He wasn’t willing to stoop that low however, about ready to give Kevin a piece of his mind when he’d pulled out a fat stack of authentic hundred dollar bills. He knew the guy was from a well off family but was he really about to pay this much for a piece of underwear belonging to a young mother?

The two then came into an agreement; Dave would snag the panties for Kevin, and he’d be paid handsomely in the form of a thousand dollars for all his troubles; both physically and mentally.

Fast forward to the current time, Dave’s mind still felt conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand, he’d be paid handsomely for the job but on the other, he was still about to commit theft on his own mother, and the target being her very own underwear of all things. He was sure a thousand bucks would be enough to cover it all though, surely it would?

Mentally reassuring himself of his moral dilemma, Dave stepped through as he pushed open the door, eyes glancing over the neatly kept bookshelves and tidy bed. He’d only been in here a few times to call on his parents for matters that needed their attention so he never really got the chance to take a good look around. It made things a lot easier now since his sister was out for afternoon piano lessons, his dad at work and his mum down by the local supermarket for grocery shopping. He had the house to himself.

Moving on from the shelves, Dave made his way over to the lone wardrobe by the back wall, ignoring the other by the window with its doors slightly ajar. He could see his dad’s socks and pants in the dim darkness of its innards so he guessed his parents separated their laundry from each other.

Pulling open the doors, Dave blushed as nightwear and other raunchy lingerie and brassiere came into view, the raven blue-black material fluttering silently in the wake of the door swinging open. Looks like his parents were aiming for a third kid after all despite their protests.

Looking through the arsenal of underwear, Dave’s eyes settled on a nice pair of frilly purple panties. The ornately woven threads looked beautiful as the intricately designed patterns refracted the dim traces of fading sunlight as if it wasn’t made out of silk at all. Thinking back, Dave had recalled seeing this pair at a weird thrift store they had visited a month or so ago, the owner claiming it would offer divine protection for its user had his mum interested. He looked sincerely genuine as he delivered those lines to his mother that he hadn’t had the heart to step in and dissuade his mother from the obvious scam.

Although he was surprised to hear that she’d gotten it for an affordable price, even more so than the ones on offer in those high-class branded goods stores you could find elsewhere. Considering how good they looked, you’d think they’d have gone for a higher price.

Settling on his choice,Dave leaned forward, his hands outstretched before another thought drifted by in his head; if the owner was kind enough to part ways with that piece of art at such a price, maybe he wasn’t lying about the “divine protection” bit after all? That made him think twice as his hands stopped short, was he really going to be struck by lightning or something? Literal divine protection by the gods?

Nah, those were literal fairy tales made to scare children after all. There was no way he’d be “struck down” for laying his hands on his own mothers underwear after all, right? Who’s to say he wasn’t just gonna bring it over to the toilet to do the laundry? Assured of himself, Dave’s fingers wrapped around the soft lace panties.

Unknown to him however, the hidden enchantments within the underwear activate, sensing the ill intent behind the flimsy wall of denial Dave had set up around his mind. To the naked eye; it happened in an instant as a bright flash of light engulfed Dave, the glowing ornate lace patterns channeling raw magical energy into the would-be panty thief.

To Dave however, he could see and feel it all happening to him as his eyes widened in disbelief at how brilliant shades of purple light began to travel throughout the lace threads on the underwear, before his attention was drawn to the hand currently wrapped tight around the underwear as they began to gain a rough, hewn texture similar to thread as the effect rapidly spread across his body, making Dave look like a life sized doll.

Without getting the chance to even say a word, Dave’s body explodes outwards into a mess of floating threads, the various  indents in his body splitting apart into multicolored strings of light, Dave’s mind left in a daze as he could vaguely feel the various parts of his body float around before being forcefully reformed, he could no longer feel his arms or his legs, much less move them. Instead, all he really could feel was the warmth of the carpet on the floor as he fell.

It was extremely weird to say the least, he could no longer exert his own will over his body but his mind was still there, recovering from the aftermath of the ordeal that had lasted for only a second, but to him it felt like it had gone on for a few minutes at best. The experience of having his mind and body shattered into a million pieces before being reconstructed was unfamiliar and terrifying to say the least.

That said, where was he, he could barely move his eyes but what he could see was just the dull yellow hairs of the carpet over the floor. What had that cursed underwear done to him?

Right as he was about to return to attempting to move his body, Dave heard the door sliding open, footsteps rapidly approaching him as he glimpsed his mother walking in and looking around in suspicion before approaching her opened wardrobe with a look of panic on her face, completely ignoring him. Couldn’t she see her own son sprawled out on the floor?

“Oh dear, please don’t tell me there’s been a break-in…I leave home for a few hours and that son of mine can’t even hold down the fort…he could’ve at least dropped a message or something…” Ouch, that hurt. As Dave struggled with the sudden feeling of dejectedness within him, his mother shut the doors, breathing a sigh of relief as she glanced downward, frowning as she bent down. Has she finally noticed him?

“Hrmm, can’t say i’ve seen these lying around before..they look alot like my good luck ones i’ve had lying around for awhile…wonder when we’re finally going to get that second child of ours~” Wait, second child? Those words set off alarm bells in Dave’s mind as he attempted to struggle, but yet again, nothing came of it, his body lying limp as his mother…picked him up off the floor? What was going on?

As he felt his mother’s fingers grab hold of either side of him and stretch him out and smiling in satisfaction at his unseen form, a cold tingle of dread crept down his mind as he finally realized what he’d become, the way she held him and the size comparison he could measure meant one thing; he’d become some form of clothing, but what kind? Surely not…

“Ahh it’s getting late and there’s still housekeeping to do~ Good thing no ones around then!” As his mother gently places him down by her bedside and begins to strip down, Dave can do nothing but remain staring at the ceiling, although he felt unusually relaxed. Normally being next to and hearing the sounds of a mature woman changing her clothes would send at least a feeling of panic through any young boy, but Dave felt nothing as he continued to listen to the ruffling sounds of clothes hitting the floor as his mother hummed away, putting on a large shirt as she picked up him up off the bed. Well, at least he knew what he was now as his mother slung him down between her legs, feeling his body cling tightly to her wide hips and warm flesh as she walked out the bedroom.

Glancing up, Dave’s view was blocked by his mother’s massive bosom, jiggling as she made her way down the hall, grabbing a mop from the store room…that sent another tingle through him as he gazed at the wide open space with empty boxes strewn everywhere…he could’ve sworn there was supposed to be a table right where that large box stood. And a bed next to it? Whose room did this even belong to?

It wasn’t just Dave who was deep in thought however, as he perked up at the sound of his mother sighing as she gazed around the wasted space. “This would make such a good room…Rachel always was going on about wanting a little sister…” Rachel? She probably meant the other girl he’d seen wandering the household…but hadn't she meant something more to him once? Dave was beginning to feel something was off, but again that strange feeling of serenity returned as he lay snuggled up tight around his owner's legs. It was probably nothing too big to worry about, then again, even if it was, there was nothing he could do about it.

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As the hours flew by, Dave sat silently as he heard the occasional grunts and sighs from his owner as she steadily cleaned the house, wiping up stains and dust with her mop. Soon it was evening, and sooner or later, Rachel and the father would be back soon. Owner would need to get cleaned up as well, he could feel the dampness of her sweat beginning to stain his fabric.

“Phew! Just in time for dinner as well, Rachel should be just about ready to come knocking…gotta look proper and get dinner ready for the poor girl~” Setting the mop against the wall, the woman turned around and headed back upstairs to her room, humming a cheerful tune as she went.

He always did like how steadfast his owner was to her duty as mother of the household, if he was anything more than a pair of panties, he’d wished to have someone like her as a mother…but then again, it was something he felt strongly familiar with, like he actually had lived that life not too long ago…

Nonsense! He was just a pair of underwear without a name, created within the cold confines of a factory and given purpose on a store shelf for women. He could dream of a life as a human child with friends at school but that was that, nothing more than a wish that would never be. Then again, was it so wrong for a piece of fabric to dream to be something more? Whatever, he was satisfied serving as cover for his owner and that was enough. He did hope she’d have her second child soon though, he couldn't stand the thought of her husband sniffing him again for the next few months…

THE END