The cycle repeated endlessly. Kayla was worn, stuffed in the laundry bag, washed, dried, then put in the drawer to await the next time Holly picked her as the panties she would wear that day. It was a torturous, but predictable pattern. Being in the bag or the drawer meant days of inert boredom, while being worn and washed meant nonstop movement, as well as being stretched and pulled and rubbed in ways she had absolutely no ability to stop or resist.

There was no way to tell exactly how much time had passed, but it had to have been at least three months, because Kayla had overheard Holly talking to another student about finals with a classmate. The semester was almost over. What should have been the first half of Kayla's freshman year was instead spent in a more torturous and degrading predicament than she ever thought possible. For months, she was unable to move or speak. Her somehow retained ability to see seemed like a cruel joke as she spent most of her time in the dark: either in Holly's underwear drawer, in the laundry bag under the bed, or, worst of all, while being worn by Holly.

The days where she was worn were when Kayla's should-be-impossible situation was at its most vivid. She was inescapably pressed against Holly's vagina and ass, her also inexplicably retained sense of touch making her uncomfortably aware of her contact with these intimate parts of her roommate at all times. All the while Kayla felt every motion of Holly's lower body, the swinging of her hips as she walked, the shifting of her ass as she fidgeted in her seat, the extremely dizzying bouncing and jerking when she was out for a jog, the tumbling as she got into bed and got herself comfortable before falling asleep. Kayla had to endure all of this abuse while she was wrapped around Holly with no ability to protest or escape. Kayla hated how familiar she was becoming with Holly's body. She had never wanted to be this close to another girl's vagina and butt. From the moment she was put on she was filled with a dirty feeling that she couldn't get rid of until the next time she was washed.

Meanwhile, the time periods between when she was being worn and when she was being washed were nothing but crushing boredom and sensory deprivation. No light reached her in the dresser drawer and it was dead silent when Holly wasn't around. With no ability to move and nothing to see or hear, Kayla could only lay among the other panties that were now her peers and try desperately to cling to her sanity. This absolute inertness was torture for someone who was as active as Kayla. She had been involved in multiple sports in high school and never liked to sit still for too long, but now even the simplest movements were impossible for her. The only interruption to this endless tedium, was in the morning when Holly opened the drawer to either choose a different pair of panties for the day or subject Kayla to her next round of being worn. Kayla wasn't sure which option was worse. The same boredom awaited her in the laundry bag after a day of being worn. Her trips through the washer and dryer were the only other time she wasn't left to lie still with nothing but her thoughts.

She had been worn underneath all manner of clothes. Yoga pants would squeeze her even more tightly around Holly's body. Jeans felt more abrasive and rubbed against her uncomfortably as Holly moved. There was also a looser pair of shorts Holly liked to wear on warm days that at least gave Kayla some space. Holly had worn a skirt once while wearing Kayla underneath and it was a welcome change to be able to get a view of what was underneath Holly and not be trapped in total darkness. Kayla hated that this was what qualified as a good day in her current state.

For months Kayla endured all of this. More disturbing still was the unwanted familiarity she was gaining with her new form. She did not want to get used to being panties. She did not want to admit that her life as a human was becoming more and more of a distant memory. She had to focus to remember what it was like to have a human body, to have a head, arms and legs, to be able to move and speak. No matter how painful it was, she forced herself to remember the person she's supposed to be and all of the things she wanted to do and the people she missed. She feared that forgetting that would truly make her nothing more than a pair of panties and end any hope of getting her life back. Thus, she continued to fight any hint of acceptance of what had happened to her. She still clung to the hope that the spell from that book would wear off.

Unfortunately, she had no way to learn about the spell that had trapped her like this. The ability to find and read the book was just as out of reach as any other human activity. Kayla had not seen the book during any of her brief periods when she got to see the world outside of Holly's pants. In fact, during the entire time she had been an unwilling passenger in Holly's life, the book had never been mentioned or used either. It never came up in any of the conversations that Holly had with her friends that she had a book that could allow one to do real magic. She also had never heard Holly use any magic while alone, unaware that her roommate was wrapped around her waist. Did Holly even know the book was really magic? Did she even still have the book? Kayla had no way to answer these questions, leaving Kayla with little hope that Holly would figure out what had happened and rescue her from this hell.

After what seemed like an eternity, Holly had gotten through her finals. Kayla had officially spent the entire fall semester trapped as her roommate's underwear. Holly was packing up her things to head home for winter break. She was wearing Kayla under a pair of yoga pants. Kayla could only hope Holly wouldn't work too hard packing, being trapped against her vagina and ass was gross enough without her sweating. It was a relief when one of Holly's friends, named Sophie, arrived to help. The extra person would lessen the amount of movement Holly would subject Kayla to and the conversation between the two friends would give Kayla something to focus on other than Holly's anatomy.

"You really have too much stuff for this small dorm room." Sophie said in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah well, pretty much everyone else here has to share their room with another person.  I felt like I could spread out a bit." Holly replied.

"I've been meaning to ask you, how did you end up with your own room?" Sophie asked.

"Oh, just a little use of my family's talents." Holly replied smugly.

"I thought you were banned from using magic." Sophie replied in a worried tone. "Honestly, you'd be fine if you had the slightest bit good judgment with your use of it."

Kayla was now hanging on to every word of this conversation. It was the first mention of actual magic since said magic had left her trapped as panties.

"That's the beauty of it." Holly said more smugly. "I didn't have to do a thing."

"What are you talking about?" Sophie asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"I haven't broken my ban if that's what you're worried about. What's her name was so nosy it was too easy to have her do the job for me." Holly bragged.

Holly continued her story to a skeptical Sophie. "The spellbook that's passed down in my family has a small hazard to look out for. There's a spell that lets a person hide themselves inside an object. Its purpose is for hiding or disguising oneself for spying, but with the way it's written into the book this particular spell can be dangerous for the user. The incantation for the spell is written on the bottom of the page. One could easily use it before realizing the incantation to undo the spell is on the next page."

"Wait, that means..." Sophie stammered as she realized what Holly was saying.

"That's right." Holly bragged. "If you use this spell without also reading and learning the counter-spell, you'll be stuck as whatever object you disguised yourself as. My relatives had all kinds of horror stories about people who have trapped themselves as inanimate objects. It gave me an idea for how to deal with her. She just talked nonstop that first weekend, it was obvious she couldn't mind her own business, so I left the book out with it opened to that page. Sure enough, she couldn't resist prying, and now she's some random thing in this room."

"Are you serious?" Sophie asked incredulously. "You left your roommate trapped as an object this whole semester?"

"It's the perfect plan isn't it." Holly asked, not acknowledging Sophie's horrified look. "She did it to herself, so I haven't technically violated my ban on using magic."

"That's not the point!" Sophie shouted. "This is the kind of thing that got you banned from using magic in the first place. You left a person stuck as an object for months! What did she even end up as?"

"Don't know, don't care." Holly replied callously. "It would've been whatever was directly in line with her eyes when she said the incantation. Without the counter-spell, she's not coming back."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing." Sophie said. " You're just leaving a human being stuck like that?"

"You're one to talk." Holly snapped back. "Turn anyone into a tree lately?"

"That was an accident..." Sophie replied sheepishly.

"An accident that you didn't tell anyone about because you were worried about getting in trouble." Holly continued to pile on. "That poor girl is probably still rooted in place at that park. If they found out about that, I'd hate to think how much trouble you'd be in."

Sophie stood silently for a moment before speaking again. "Alright, you win. I'll keep your secret if you keep mine. Just don't do this to anyone else, okay."

"Glad you're seeing reason." Holly said. "She's probably insane after being stuck as a desk or a bed or something for months anyway. Plus, I actually would have to violate my ban to do anything about it. No use worrying about it at this point. Come on, we're pretty much done packing. Let's get out if here, there should still be end of semester parties."

"Okay..." Sophie said, still shocked by her friend's actions.

Kayla listened to that conversation in stunned disbelief. Holly had considered her nosy just because she had tried to get to know her roommate. She had intentionally left that book out, hoping Kayla would end up in this predicament. Would Holly even care if she knew that Kayla was wrapped around her waist at this very moment?

A crushing despair fell over Kayla as the full weight of what she just heard sank in. For months she clinged to the hope that the spell would wear off, even as that hope seemed less likely the more time had passed. The conversation she had just heard thoroughly crushed that hope. Her panicked mind desperately tried to come up with a new hope, some scenario in which she wouldn't be stuck as Holly's underwear forever.

She couldn't come up with anything. If what Holly had said was true, the only way to free herself was with the counter-spell, the incantation of which was hopelessly out of reach for her. She would never get her life back. This was her life now. She'd never see her family or friends again. She'd never be able to utter another word move on her own. The only human contact she would ever have again would be by being worn as an article of clothing by her roommate. In fact, Holly couldn't even be called her roommate anymore. Holly was her owner now. Kayla was a possession no different from any other piece of clothing in this room. Even the most secured prisoner in the world had more autonomy than Kayla did now. What she wanted no longer mattered outside her own mind. All that mattered was how Holly wanted to use her.

This is what the rest of her life would be like, and how long would the rest of her life be? Since she had ended up like this, she hadn't needed to eat, drink, or even breathe. Was she even really alive in her current state? Was she capable of dying? Suffocation and starvation didn't seem possible for her like this so perhaps nothing else could kill her while her consciousness was trapped in an inanimate object either. Kayla became even more horrified with her fated as she realized she might not even be able to hope for death to free her from this nightmare.

Holly and Sophie made their way to the party. Both of them completely unaware that around Holly's waist, the trapped soul of Holly's one time roommate wailed in despair at the loss of her life. Her cries would never be heard by a world that now saw her only as a pair of lilac-colored panties. Holly's crotch was her home now.