(panty tf)

The drawer opened and Holly's hand reached inside. Her hand grabbed a pair of red panties before she closed the drawer. The lavender panties were left to lie in the drawer for at least another day. Kayla was once again conflicted about how she felt about that.

Kayla was now fully aware of the situation she was in, having heard the conversation between Holly and her friend. She had ended up trapped as a pair of panties because of a trap Holly laid, and Holly seemed quite content with how things turned out. After hearing that conversation, Kayla knew that the magic that had gotten her stuck like this wasn't the kind that would wear off.

She had spent some time after that trying to think of a scenario in which she could escape this fate. The best that she could come up with is maybe that she could figure out what the reversal spell was while Holly was reading that spellbook. However, there wasn't likely going to be a scenario where Kayla could read what it was. If she was being worn by Holly, there would likely be another article of clothing over her, taking away her ability to see anything. Even if there wasn't, Holly wouldn't likely hold the book at an angle where it was under her waist, so Kayla probably wouldn't have a view of it. The rest of Kayla's time would be spent in the drawer or in the laundry pile with the book so far out of her reach it might as well be on another planet. Maybe Holly would read it aloud? Unfortunately, Kayla had been somewhere in the dorm room with Holly all semester and hadn't heard her read anything aloud yet. Every faint hope quickly seemed unrealistic.

Thus, Kayla was left to cope with the knowledge that what she had experienced over the past months would also almost certainly be her future as well. No career, no family, no new experiences, just being wrapped around Holly's private area and being spun around in the laundry, with long periods of boredom in between. It didn't even matter how Kayla reacted to that reality because to the rest of the world, Kayla was nothing more than an ordinary pair of panties. She had influence over nothing.

Kayla was left with nothing except that to think about as she was carried to Holly's parent's house in the dirty laundry bag. Once there, Kayla got to be washed in a different laundry room than the one she was too used to. This would likely be what qualified as a new experience for her from now on. She spent most of Holly's holiday break in a new underwear drawer, seeing light only when it was opened for Holly to grab a pair for the day. Kayla was worn once over the break, on Christmas day. She got to hear Holly celebrating the holiday with her family from under the dress that Holly was wearing. Kayla was left to silently lament the fact that she would likely never get to spend another holiday with her own family. She wondered how they were doing without her, only to be snapped out of her thoughts by Holly shifting in her seat. Holly's butt would be Kayla's only company this Christmas.

After that, it was one more trip through the washer and dryer at Holly's parent's house and a few more days in the drawer before Kayla was packed into a suitcase with the rest of Holly's unmentionables. The next time Kayla was able to see anything, they were back in the dorm room. The holiday break was over and it was back to the routine Kayla had endured over the previous semester. As the weeks went by, a slow change began to occur in Kayla's psyche. Hearing that conversation between Holly and her friend robbed Kayla of the hope she was clinging to that she might get to be something other than an undergarment again someday. She had stubbornly refused to allow herself to get used to any part of being panties. She constantly told herself that she was a person, not someone else's underwear. After hearing that conversation, she realized she likely would be underwear rather than human from now on.

With this crushing realization, she gradually began to stop fighting the familiarity she was slowly gaining with her new form. Being worn, being washed, being stored, it was finally starting to become normal for her after months of experiencing nothing else. Moving and talking was becoming more of a distant memory. Even while she was still holding out hope for getting her life back, Kayla realized that trying to move or speak was futile in this form, so she had not attempted it in a while. Memories of what it was like were becoming harder for her to recall. Would she even remember how to talk or move her body if she became human again?

Then, the drawer opened one day and Holly grabbed a different pair of panties. Kayla found herself feeling....disappointed. No, that couldn't be right. Holly was the reason Kayla was trapped in this nightmare. Why would Kayla want to be wrapped around Holly's nether regions and get a vivid reminder of what she was now trapped as? Kayla never would have thought such a degrading and humiliating situation was possible. There was no way she should want to be worn.

Yet, not being chosen to be worn meant at least another day alone in the dark drawer. She wouldn't get to feel anything except the unchanging stillness of the other undergarments surrounding her. She wouldn't get to hear anything. She wouldn't get to see anything, though she likely wouldn't anyway unless Holly was wearing a dress or a skirt. Being worn by Holly was the only human contact Kayla received in her current state. It might be the only human contact she would ever get again. When she was being worn, she would be feeling Holly's movement, hearing her conversations. However dehumanizing being worn was, at least she would be experiencing something.

The next day, Holly chose a different pair of panties again. There was no denying the feeling of disappointment this time. Kayla was disgusted with herself. She felt as though wanting to be worn was giving up what remained of her humanity. However, what was the point of fighting it if there was no way out? No, she couldn't let herself become nothing more than this sociopath's underwear! Then again, that's what she would be regardless without that reversal spell. Kayla's mind could only stew in this mental conflict throughout the lonely day.

The next day, the drawer opened and Holly's hand firmly clenched Kayla. She was caught so off guard by Holly's hand grasping her that Kayla wasn't able to stop herself from getting excited. She shouldn't be happy about what was about to happen, but she could no longer fight the feeling of anticipation as Holly lowered her. Before Kayla could try to regain her senses, Holly stretched her open and slid one leg, then the other through. Kayla mentally whimpered as she slid up Holly's legs. Before she knew it, she was in place wrapped snugly around Holly. In her desperation for any sensation after the extended stay in the suitcases and drawers, she did her best to take in everything, no longer concerned with keeping her dignity.

The feel of Holly's skin, the way it rubbed the fabric when Holly moved, the way the panties were stretched and pulled by the motion of Holly's hips, it all combined to give the pair of panties what it had been missing. Holly went about her day, completely unaware that her underwear was reveling in every movement. There was no feeling of revulsion from the panties while they were tightly pressed against Holly's vagina and butt. There was no need to move or talk. There was no need for any thoughts beyond appreciating every touch Holly's body was now providing. The panties were where they belonged.

Eventually, Holly's hands grasped the panties and pulled them back down her legs. Holly opened up the bag she kept her laundry in and tossed the panties inside before heading to the bathroom for a shower. The panties slowly came to realize they were no longer wrapped around their owner. With this realization came an empty feeling. The panties didn't have any complex thoughts as they laid among the other used articles of clothing, but there was an unshakable sense that something was missing. Lying there empty, the panties had the feeling that they weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing. This feeling overpowered everything else as the panties remained silent and motionless in the pile of laundry.

It was impossible to tell how long the panties remained in the bag under Holly's bed. The days should have been marked by when Holly opened it to pack more dirty laundry inside, but those occurrences were barely an instant in the endless nothingness. Through it all, the panties couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. There must be something more than this. Being left empty and inert made the panties wish they were still wrapped around their owner. Without being filled by their owner, the panties could only lie there with no movement, no sensations, nothing to give them purpose. They needed their owner to experience anything.

Without warning, the bag was picked up. The panties were jostled around among the other clothes, slowly becoming more alert thanks to the first activity they experienced in what seemed like an eternity. They couldn't even process the first light they saw in ages before they were dumped into the washing machine. The ensuing ride through the washer and dryer brought some relief from the boredom. However, it did nothing to ease the empty feeling that plagued the panties. The spinning, soaking, and drying provided stimulation that had been lacking during the stay in the laundry bag. Nonetheless, there was still a feeling of loneliness and emptiness. The extended periods of nothing happening had severely dulled the panty's ability to think. They were almost certain there was something they needed to do, though. It was hard to imagine what could be done, since a pair of panties can't move or speak. All they could do was cover their owner. That was the only thing the panties could think of. It seemed that would be the only thing that would satisfy this longing.

Once the trip through the laundry room was complete, it was back in the drawer for the panties. They couldn't keep track of how many days the drawer opened only for their owner to choose another pair. They could only lay in the darkness of the drawer, hoping for that moment when they would be rescued from the boredom and loneliness and be stretched and rubbed by their owner's body once more.

Finally, that blessed moment arrived. Owner's hand clenched the lilac-colored panties. They slid up owner's legs and were back where they belonged, tightly hugging owner's crotch. Once again, the panties were given the only interaction and stimulation they could get. They didn't need to do any more than this, they couldn't do any more than this. This was their place in the world.