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[Female TF, Clothing Absorption, Body Part TF]

The wind rustled through the leaves in the trees around Elizabeth as she walked back to her dorm. A small-town girl living in a small college town, life was quiet and quaint for Elizabeth. The shops in town were mostly mom and pop stores filled with odds and ends, almost more like thrift stores than normal retail outlets.

Elizabeth had the long weekend ahead of her, and was taking the fall break to explore the small shops in town. She ducked into the next shop and closed the door behind her, tucking a strand of her silky brown hair behind her ear.

This was a bit more of a clothing boutique than she expected from the quiet exterior, and she wandered through the racks of clothes, checking the shelves for any gems she couldn't live without. Nothing much stood out to her, until she felt the need to turn back to a shelf she was just at and check again.

The splash of color was intense, even partially buried, and in her hands it was stunning. She stood dazed, holding the toe socks in her hands. They were long, definitely knee high, with rainbow stripes running across them. In that moment she had to get them.

Elizabeth hurried to the cashier and set the socks down. She laughed and made conversation awkwardly, but her plans for the night distracted her. She could wear these to the party, or go out with her friends. Hell, even just relaxing in the dorm and working on that essay would be nice in comfy socks like these. She handed over the money - only $5! - and got her receipt back.

“All right, here you are, Miss.” The man behind the counter handed her the bag with a smile. Elizabeth grinned and embraced the bag, nearly skipping out the door before the man could call after her. “Remember, those are special socks, they aren't --” The door swinging shut behind her cut him off and he sighed, knowing she'd find out soon enough.

Elizabeth walked home with a skip in her step. It was a beautiful fall day, with just enough of a cool breeze to warrant getting home and wearing her latest prize immediately. She came through the door to her dorm and tossed her purchase on the bed, heading to the closet.

Elizabeth shrugged on a warm hoodie and grabbed her sweatpants, stripping her lower half down first to get the long socks on. She looked in the mirror, holding her socks in front of her. She was definitely attractive, her skin has a soft and pale glow to it with a pleasantly shapely figure. She had a fantastic smile, great curves, and perfect hair. To every guy on campus she was a winner, and even was in the good graces of her professors. She was a smart girl with looks to spare and a bright future ahead of her.

She sat on the edge of her bed, bunching up her socks to slide them on. After checking the toes were lined up, Elizabeth started to push her foot slowly in and down the length of the sock, letting it unroll up her leg.

It. Was. Marvelous. Each toe of the sock caressed entirely around each of her toes perfectly. She ran her fingers along the arch of her foot as she curled her toes, whimpering softly in mindless bliss. She pouted that it was already pulled up all the way, wanting to enjoy the rainbow stripes journey upward further along her legs, before grinning at the next sock.

She slid her foot in gracefully, letting the rolled up sock unroll inch by inch. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue—each color appeared on her toes before starting this advance up her foot. Her soft pale skin vanished under each encroaching line of fabulous color. As she rolled the sock up and over her heel, she watched it vanish under a smooth sheen of uniform green fabric.

The sock made its progress up her calf. Slowly it squeezed her muscles underneath like a gentle lover until even her knees vanished into the soft fabric.

Elizabeth rushed back to the bathroom mirror and stood on the short stool the girls kept to get a better look. She hadn’t even pulled on her sweatpants yet, marvelling at how her legs looked sleek in the socks, and giggling at her toes. Each color bobbed against the next as she rubbed her toes together, and she found the feeling of the material slipping between her toes to be relaxing.

She went back to the bedroom to grab her sweatpants, but decided against it. Something felt wrong about covering the socks, so with a shrug, she hopped onto her bed and grabbed her textbook out of her bag and started taking notes. She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows, letting her rainbow clad legs sway behind her, her colorful toes bobbing in the air.

It was almost subconscious how, while she was studying, she rubbed her legs together. She’d have to re-read passages every time her feet rubbed together because she would find herself focused on the sensation of the nylon between her toes. Unable to focus, Elizabeth chalked up the distraction as tiredness and, with a shove of her books off the bed, rolled over and went to sleep for the night.

It was with a start that she woke up only a few hours later, sitting upright in bed. She looked out around the room, the light still on from when she went to sleep. Elizabeth squirmed about in the bed before deciding to take off her clothes and try and get some actual sleep.

Her hoodie ended up in a pile crumpled beside the bed. She looked down to pull off the socks…

There was no opening in the socks.

It sounded crazy, but it looked crazier. She ran her fingers up and down her thighs repeatedly, searching and desperately scrambling to find the former opening. Socks don’t just disappear into your skin, Elizabeth kept reminding herself. She then scurried her hands across her legs, squeezing the soft material that was now her skin.

She stopped for a moment, panting from the mild panic that had set in. “Ten… nine… eight… seven… six…” Elizabeth continued, taking breaths to focus herself. “It’s a bad dream, it has to be a bad dream, that’s all.” She got out of bed and grabbed some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and went out to the living room to watch Netflix.

Underneath a pile of blankets and with remote in hand, Elizabeth settled in to watch her show. The minutes ticked by uncomfortably, and even though the show was making her laugh, she still couldn’t help but feel scared by the potential changes happening to her.

Suddenly, between episodes, Elizabeth folded her legs under her, cross-legged like she had in school as a child. She noticed the bright colors of the socks poking out from the side of the blanket and frowned, but was unable to look away. She pulled back the edge of the blanket and her foot was exposed, the leg of her sweatpants pulled up far enough to show off her ankle as well.

It looked like how you’d expect a rainbow sock to look: bright colors running in bands around her feet, with a larger green stripe for her heel. Each toe was its own color...except now her toes really were that color. Elizabeth tried to pick and pluck at the sock over her feet but just felt her pinching herself. Every way she bent and turned her foot, the sock stayed perfectly in position and twisted with her. There was no denying that it was a part of her.

Elizabeth didn’t realize how out of breath she was; her face was red and she was feeling flustered. She stroked her thumb over the top of her big toe and shuddered softly as she run over the soft groove where her nail had been. Now it was just a big soft red toe… and it was giving her goosebumps despite the blankets she was under.

She checked the rest of her toes, letting her fingers smoothly glide on the fabric that now made her up, reveling in the grooves for each nail along with the soft bumps on either side for her skin. She gently pulled each toe, letting her fingers slide off the smaller digits with a moan.

Elizabeth blushed, she wasn’t one to fool around like that too often, but something about this change was...exhilarating. She brought her other foot out of the blanket and inspected it now, too. This time she focused on the arch of her foot. Her strong arch was still present but now it was much softer, with a gentle plush as she squeezed her fingers into it. She cupped her heel and sighed, gliding her hands up her legs, feeling the changes through the sweatpants.

She was starting to get excited, and the blankets and sweats were too much. She kicked them off in a hurry, none too concerned about being in the living room due to the late hour. She gasped at the sight of her legs: the socks originally only went up to her knees, she knew that for certain. But now, the rainbow stripes continued on to her hips, slowly spreading into her pelvis. Her mouth gaped in silent horror as she watched each color slowly fade into her skin tone one after another. As each stripe completed, her skin started to lose the smooth feel of skin, and knitted rows of nylon appeared perfectly in order.

Her horror and dismay turned to embarrassed excitement as the stripes converted her vagina. Elizabeth ran her fingers over the length of her slit as is turned blue, the stripe slowly grew in place over her and she felt the curse spread under her touch. It was a brash decision that led to her shoving in a pair of fingers into her already wet vagina, leaving them trapped inside as the walls around them turned from fleshy folds to fuzzy fabric. She spread herself open with her fingers and looked down, noting that she didn’t quite seem very wet anymore.

“Well, I suppose socks don’t get wet…” was the logical thought that occured to her while she further investigated her latest change. Her vagina had turned into a bright neon blue stripe that banded around her hips. She spread a little more open, sprawling back on the couch on display to anyone happening to be nearby. Everything was still intact, even her little clit which bristled for attention as the blue tip twitched. She blushed as she brushed against it. Apparently, whatever change this was had only made her more sensitive. After having just been exploring down there, it was time to take matters into her own hands.

Elizabeth leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, letting her fingers explore around and into herself with ease. Her spare hand wandered up her body, feeling the continued growth of the sock into her as she went. Or was she growing into the sock? However this curse worked, what mattered right now was how great it felt. Her toes curled as she locked her feet together from the pleasure. Each brushing stroke of her toes over another, as they teased and explored their own landscape, each curve and angle was a delight to be had.

For a moment, thoughts of her feet crossed into her mind. She had nice feet, didn’t she? She gazed longingly down the length of her body, her mind locked in on the details of her feet. The colors brought each toe to attention and commanded her gaze. Her larger big toes looked perfectly suckable, even red and nylonified… especially because of that. Her second toe on each foot was long and slender, slightly longer than her big toes, before each individual toe taped off to the next, leaving a blue and slightly curled pinky toe.

She gasped heavily as she felt her first orgasm building up in waves. This was far faster than she normally needed to reach this point, and the massive wave of pleasure washed over her. She realized distantly that she was moaning loudly and lewdly. She clamped her free hand over her mouth to stifle the moans and let her eyes roll back in her now (mostly) silent pleasure, her body shaking as impact after impact of pleasure destroyed her senses.

She came to moments later, dazed and panting heavily for air. She slowly let go of her mouth, finding it awkward to hold onto her face that way. In fact, it was awkward how she had her fingers inside her. Fearful of a cramp, she held her hands up in front of her and gasped.

Her hands were changing. The curse was barely halfway across her torso, but her hands were somehow affected sooner. Elizabeth searched for answers as she groaned, watching her fingers take on the same color pattern as her toes did: her thumbs were a bright red, while the rest of her fingers cascaded in color down to blue pinkies. Her thumbs slid forward toward the edge of her hand, the rest of her toes becoming crowded for space. Her red thumb shrunk down and grew wider, its opposability vanishing as its joints simplify. The other fingers were given a similar treatment, shrinking into short and stubby digits, looking much like the toes on her feet. Even her index finger was now indistinguishable from it’s similarly orange clad twin down below, slightly longer than each of her big toes, while her new pinky toes curled slightly down.

She flexed her fingers and it felt strange, almost uncomfortable as the fingers slowly resisted how they bent. Her attention was dragged away to her wrists which were swelling, the green stripe across it becoming larger as the heels of her palms slowly grew to a much larger, harder heel, matching the ones on her feet. It was as her hand slowly stretched further out and forcibly curled into an arch that she realized what was happening: her hands were turning into feet.

The arch of her new foothands were just as strong as her feet, and testing her foothands on the nearby coffee table revealed they rested comfortably flat. Elizabeth marveled for a moment, the horror long since giving way to eroticism. These foothands were remarkably like the real thing, she noted, especially as her thumbs slid to the top of her foothands and began to shorten and widen. She giggled softly like an airhead: she was just remarking how amazing her feet were, and now she had four of them!

As her foothands finished forming and converting to their nylon components, Elizabeth was struck with inspiration. She did think her big toe looked suckable, and now here it was, inches away from her lips. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the digit and groaned, softly biting on her new socky toe. It was as heavenly as she thought it would be, and her tongue explored the groove and curves of her toe, slowly making it’s journey across all of her toes on that foothand.

Her spare foothand sought out her breasts and gently kneaded them with her new toes. The sensation was strange, as she didn’t have the full range of motion of her fingers that she was used to. The shorter and far less flexible toes gave a kind of rough imprecision that was foreign to her. It felt as though it was a different lover using their feet on her, but with her control and knowledge. It was new and exciting and took over her thoughts as she teased her newly sockified nipples between her toes.

Pulling her foothand out of her mouth, she panted hungrily with need. These socks weren’t a curse, they were a gift of pleasure and perfection, she thought in the back of her mind. Her freed foothand went between her legs with renewed vigor, teasing rainbow folds of flesh between newly rainbow toes. It didn’t take much effort, between the focused attention to her chest and her slit before she overwhelmingly came again, bucking her hips into the air while her loud shouts filled the night.

Elizabeth gasped for air, rocking back and forth on the couch for long moments afterwards. The noise of the TV came back to her as the end credits for the episode she was watching rolled up the screen. She slowly sat up panting, taking stock of what had happened. From her feet up, it was line after line of bright, eye-catching colors. The kind no one could miss if they wanted to. Yeah, she could wear pants and shirts that covered it, but that left her foothands as an issue. Gloves wouldn’t fit, that was for sure.

Quietly musing, Elizabeth walked to the door and grabbed her shoes. Her foothands fumbled and almost dropped them, so Elizabeth decided to sit by the door instead. Her foothands slid perfectly into the shoes she normally wore on her old feet. Her former fingers wriggled about in the shoes, with the right amount of space needed for them. She shook her head and pushed the shoes off, standing up again and pacing the living room.

It was a couple laps around the couch before she realized it had gone utterly silent: Netflix had paused, wondering if she was still watching. But more surprisingly than that, her footsteps had become entirely muffled, the fabric soles of her feet catching all sound. And perhaps even more surprisingly, she realized that she had taken to licking her toes on her foothand again, softly enjoying their texture.

It dawned on Elizabeth that she should see how far the socks had become a part of her and vice versa. At a glance down, everything she could see was changed. Her shoulders and breasts were long since made a part of the socks’ rainbow nylon, and she walked to the bathroom to check out the mirror. After an awkward attempt to turn on the light switch, Elizabeth gasped, and then moaned in delight, her body alight with desire at what she saw.

It was her, but not one inch of skin showed through. Only the rainbow socks were on display as they were part of her entire body, their dyed nylon strands catching the light in the bathroom mirror. She looked sleek and had a soft sheen across her body, but best of all, she was brightly rainbow colored. Even her eyes, formerly a soft blue, were caught in the striking green band of the socks. She watched as her eyes moved around, the detail captured in the fabric that made up all of her. Even the inside of her mouth was converted to fabric, with the stripes continuing their banded pattern into her mouth as far as she could see. The only thing spared the touch of the colored cloth was her hair. Her brown hair spilled over her shoulders, otherwise framing her altered face with a normal feature.

For a moment, the rational part of Elizabeth’s brain panicked at the sight, the potential horror of living like this setting in. She was different, and she didn’t know if this could be fixed. She opened her mouth to scream before looking over herself again. Maybe... maybe she didn’t want this fixed. She just experienced first hand... er, foothand, how amazing this was. On top of that, it was sexy. It looked like lingerie, all over her body, tight and lean, with the bright colors luring in the eyes further and further.

Elizabeth walked back to the hallway and smirked, her foothand on the doorframe to her roommate’s door. Maybe she needed a second opinion after all…