The darkness and silence was all consuming. Kayla remained in utter disbelief at where she was and how she had gotten there.

She was trapped in a laundry bag under her roommate's bed. She was buried in a pile of Holly's clothes which blocked out all light. The truly bizarre part of her predicament, however, was that she was not currently herself. A curious glance at a book belonging to Holly had somehow trapped herself within an article of clothing in this bag. For all intents and purposes, she had become the pair of lilac colored panties that had been the first clothing item thrown into this bag.

It had been five days since she had found herself reduced to and undergarment. The last four had been spent in this laundry bag, bunched up with the rest of Holly's dirty laundry. This was a torturous boring existence. The clothing she was buried in blocked out all light, preventing her from seeing anything. Holly was gone at class most of the day, so there was no sound occurring in the room either. The passage of time was only discernible at the end of the day when Holly would pull the bag out from under the bed, to pile in the clothes she had worn that day. All the while, she was trapped as a thin piece of fabric unable to move to free herself from the pile of clothing and without a voice to cry out for rescue.

As horrible as it was being stuck in the laundry bag, the first day since she had trapped herself in this fabric prison was seared into Kayla's mind. Holly had worn Kayla as if she really were nothing more than a pair of panties. It was the most dehumanizing thing Kayla had ever experienced. Every detail was still haunting her memory: the way her new form stretched to tightly wrap around Holly's pelvic area, the jarring sensation of each movement of her lower body, the feeling of her vagina and butt pressing against the inside of her. All of this was happening to her as she was trapped in total darkness inside of Holly's shorts, utterly incapable of attempting anything to free herself from that torture. She would never be able to look at her own underwear the same way again.

She was still trying to tell herself that this was just a nightmare, one she hoped to wake up from before she ended up being worn again. However no nightmare, or any dream she ever had for that matter was as vivid as that. No, somehow this was real. She really was a pair of panties buried in a laundry bag. Even more bizarrely, she was a pair of panties that could feel everything touching her. She could also still see if not for the fact that the clothes she was packed among weren't shutting out all light and hear if there was anything animate in the room to make a sound. Nothing about this made sense, which made it even harder for Kayla to think of a way out of this ordeal.

Kayla was briefly snapped out of her self-pity by the sound of a door opening and closing. Holly had come back from her classes for the day. Kayla now had the sounds of Holly moving about the room to listen to. She heard the sounds of typing and pages turning for a period of time that it was impossible to determine the length of. Kayla figured Holly must be doing school work. Kayla felt angry at how little Holly seemed to care that her roommate had been missing for days. She wondered if her family and friends had found out she was missing yet and if they would look for her. Kayla didn't see how they would ever guess she was stuck as a pair of panties so she didn't see how she could hope for rescue from them.

After a while, Kayla felt the bag she was in pulled out from under the bed, allowing some light to reach her through the gaps in the various articles of clothing she was now a part of. Holly shoved the clothes she had worn that day into the bag, pulled it shut, and shoved it back under the bed, plunging Kayla into darkness once more. Soon Kayla heard the bed above her creak as Holly climbed into it to sleep for the night. Kayla was left to lament the fact that she couldn't lie comfortably in a bed. She never imagined such simple things would end up beyond her reach.

The room was silent once more for hours that seemed to never end for Kayla. Eventually however, she heard the sounds of Holly, stirring and a while later more creaking came as she climbed out of bed. Kayla could only continue to listen to the muffled sounds of Holly brushing her teeth, taking a shower, and getting dressed. Afterwards, Kayla once again felt the laundry bag being pulled out from under the bed but this time it was not opened up. Instead Holly seemed to be carrying it. The door opened and closed and the bag bounced as Holly walked. After a short journey, the bag was opened up and the clothes on top of Kayla were pulled away allowing her to properly see for the first time in days. She saw clearly where they were, bringing a fresh wave of fear to her already strained mind.

They were in the laundry room, the opening of the laundry bag was tilted toward the open lid of a washing machine. Realization struck Kayla but she could do nothing to prevent what was about to happen. She was dumped into the washing machine with the rest of the clothes. She ended up on top of the pile, allowing her to stare helplessly at the opening she was just dumped into. Kayla poured detergent in, completely oblivious to the fact that her roommate was in there, pleading to be saved from this torment. Holly then shut the lid, once again making Kayla's surroundings go black. Kayla faintly heard a knock turn, activating the machine.

Then, the sound of water pouring in drowned out everything else. Kayla had no idea what effect the water would have on her in this state. She hadn't needed to breathe to stay alive since trapping herself (if you could even call what she was now "alive") so she didn't think she could drown. That did not make the approaching water any less terrifying. The water filled up the machine and Kayla soon felt it begin to soak into her, making her fabric form feel heavier. Soon she was completely submerged, water that was soaked into her made her feel as if she were a part of the liquid that surrounded her. It actually wasn't an unpleasant sensation compared to everything else that had happened to her. Her fear subsided somewhat but then quickly returned when she felt the metal cylinder begin to rotate. It quickly picked up speed and before she knew it, the centrifugal force had her pinned against the side with the rest of the clothes following suit, compressing into a tight rim around the machine's spinning interior.

This part was definitely unpleasant. The other clothes were tightly pressed around her, the water was now sharply rushing through her thin form as if it were paper. She felt as if she were going to be torn apart by the sheer force of it all. If she still had a stomach, she would undoubtedly have vomited. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

After what felt like an eternity, the rotation came to stop. Kayla was left suspended in the soapy water in utter disbelief of what had just happened to her. The water around her was drained leaving her to hope that this particular torture was over. This hope was quickly dashed when the machine began to fill up with after again. She had been so disoriented she couldn't comprehend that the machine had not reached the "rinse" part of the cycle. She could only wail silently in her mind as she was subjected to another seemingly endless round of being roughly spun in the water filled cylinder.

After the rinse mercifully came to an end, the lid of the washing machine was open and the soaked panties that Kayla was stuck as were pulled out with the rest of the clothes. The moisture now felt as if it had become part of her being, leaving her form feeling even more foreign than it had when she had first become an undergarment. Holly carried the soaked pile of clothes to its next destination, the dryer. Kayla dejectedly wondered what fresh hell awaited her in there. She was thrown in with the rest of the clothes and the door was shut, once again depriving her of light. She once again heard a knob turn and the dryers interior began to rotate as well. It was not spinning as fast as the washing machine, so instead of being pinned against the sides, she was roughly tossed around, tumbling loosely with the clothing around her. This too made her feel as if she would throw up if she still had her human body. After this went on for a while, she felt the moisture that was inundating her fabric form begin to evaporate. The feeling of losing the mass she had gained by soaking up the water was yet another alarming sensation. It made her feel as if she were about to disintegrate into nothing. Eventually however, all of the moisture had been forced out of her, leaving her feeling much lighter as she continued to be tossed around in the dryer for a while longer.

The dryer eventually came to a stop and light flooded in as the door was opened. Kayla was so overwhelmed by everything she had just experienced, that she barely registered her surroundings as her unwitting tormentor placed her in a clothes basket. She was carried back to the dorm room and was soon picked up and placed in her next destination, a drawer full of other panties. Holly placed the pair of lilac-colored panties in the drawer, completely unaware that there was anything that made them different from the rest of her underwear. Other panties from the load of laundry were piled in as well and Holly closed the drawer, leaving the utterly traumatized Kayla alone in the dark one more.