Once again, Kayla was left alone in darkness and silence. With her consciousness trapped within a pair of panties belonging to her roommate, Holly, she could do nothing but lay among the other undergarments in the drawer.    She had been in this dresser drawer for four days. The passage of time was only discernible by the once a day occasion when Holly opened the drawer to pick a pair of panties to wear for the day. As far as Kayla could tell, Holly had no idea that Kayla was an unwilling inhabitant of her underwear drawer.

In total, it had been ten days since a curious glance at a book had reduced Kayla to a sentient undergarment.   Nothing that she had experienced in those ten days was anything she could have imagined prior to reading that book. Her very existence was foreign to her in its current shape. She still had her sense of touch, but nothing felt the way it should. There were no sensations of a head, of arms or legs, of anything that belongs to the person she should be. She also could still see and hear. She had no idea how that could be possible since she no longer had eyes or ears but it wasn't like anything else about this made sense. It also hadn't done her much good since she had spent most of the time since her bizarre transformation cut off from light and with nothing around her making a sound.   Just the sensation of being a pair of panties was hard for Kayla to process but it was nothing compared to what it felt like to be worn. That first day was impossible to forget. Every step Holly took, every movement she made, every jiggle of her butt; it all was felt in an impossibility vivid way by Kayla. She could feel every inch of Holly that her new form was stretched over with unbelievable clarity. Even in the days that had passed Kalya remembered the feeling of Holly's vagina in her front, her hip bones stretching out the sides, while her buttocks filled in the back. The way Kayla's new fabric body fit perfectly over it all truly made Kayla feel as if she truly wasn't a person anymore.    This was followed by spending days alone in a laundry bag with nothing to do but think about what had happened  to her. The boredom was an opposite extreme from the relentless and constant simulation of being worn. She could only lay in the bag among Holly's other clothes, unable to move on her own and without a voice to communicate her distress to Holly or anyone else. As if that wasn't bad enough, that particular torture ended with her being dumped into a washing machine and having her small thin formed roughly washed before being tossed around in the dryer. All of this ended with her being placed in this drawer, where she had been ever since.

Lying in that drawer among other panties that weren't imprisoning a human mind, Kayla was more alone than she had ever been in her life. All she could think about was how she could escape this. There was the possibility that the spell or whatever it was would wear off. However, even if that were true, she had no idea how long that would take, and until then she would have to deal with life as underwear. There was also the possibility that Holly would figure out what had happened and be able to undo it with that book of hers. Except...Holly had seemed pretty indifferent to Kayla's disappearance so far. True, they had only known each other for a few days, but the lack of concern was still pretty hurtful. Besides that, how would Holly know what had happened or where Kayla was now? Kayla's friends and family would surely have noticed she was missing by now, but how would they ever figure out the unbelievable predicament Kayla was in much less reverse it. As much as she hated to admit it, rescue at the hands of another person was unlikely, meaning all she could do was wait for it to wear off....it had to wear off.

Kayla forced herself not to think about the possibility that it wouldn't wear off but even if it did there was also the chance that it would take a long time. How long would she be stuck alone and immobile in this drawer? How many times would she be put through the washer and dryer? How many times would she be wrapped around Holly's lower body?   She didn't know if her mind could take being trapped as panties long-term. The experience so far was already likely to require therapy. If she were stuck like this for months or even years, would anything be left of her even if it did wear off?

The thought compelled her to believe she couldn't passively wait, but she struggled to think of anything she could do without the ability to move or speak. All she could think of was attempting to get a look at that book the next time she is taken out of that drawer. One thing was clear, magic was somehow real and that book was a source of it. If had done this to her, surely it could undo it.  Just as the thought crossed Kayla's mind, the drawer opened and light flooded her vision. Holly's enormous looking face was peering into the drawer. Holly reached a hand in, and Kayla's cloth form was tightly crumpled by Holly's grip. The feeling of being compressed by Holly's hand was quite unpleasant and Kayla's vision was reduced to a lilac-colored blur as her "face" was folded over itself, but she had to focus. This was her chance, she had to get a look at that book. Kayla was able to see clearly again as Holly stretched her out.

Unfortunately all she could see was the dresser she had just been removed from. She had no way of changing the direction she was looking. She frantically tried to adjust her focus but it was no use. She could only stare helplessly at the dresser as she was slid up Holly's legs and once again pulled over her lower body.   Once again, she was being worn. Her vision was blocked out once again by the black yoga pants that Holly pulled over her. She was unable to think clearly after that as she was subjected to another day of being stretched and rubbed with each movement Holly made. The tight yoga pants compressed her even more tightly around Holly. Kayla was unable to do anything other than take in the details of Holly's vagina, hips, and butt. All the while  Holly's skin and the fabric of the yoga pants encasing her ensured that there was never a second where her sense of touch wasn't  being overloaded.

She wasn't able to think coherently until she was once again in the laundry bag. Once there, all she could do was think about how powerless she was. It was foolish of her to think that she could catch a glimpse of the book when she couldn't even look in any direction other than where her front is facing at the time. Even if she could, what would it accomplish? She couldn't open it or turn its pages. There was no way around it. she would be stuck like this until the magic wore off....if it ever does.