TF (clothing)

Austin collapsed into the wrinkled sheets, sweat dotting his body. He tried to think of something witty and complimentary to say, but all that came out of his mouth was “woomph”.

Cherry giggled and traced a heart on his chest with her finger. “Aw, poor boy. Am I keeping you up late?”

“Uh … yes?” Austin said. So much for wit.

It didn’t seem to matter. Cherry leaned over him, swaying provocatively. “Give us a kiss, lover boy.”

He was happy to oblige, even though kissing someone with two lip rings was … different.

Hell, everything about Cherry was different. He’d had other girlfriends before, of course, but never one with a tattoo, to say nothing of an entire sleeve covering her left arm from her shoulder to the back of her hand. Let alone snakebites and nostril piercings.

Let’s face it, she was crazy, and he loved it. As an added bonus she was the most enthusiastic lover he’d ever had.

She leaned on one elbow. “Austin,” she said with a smile, “I think we should take our relationship to the next level.”

He thought that was what they’d just been doing, but okay. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Something really, really special.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll show you tomorrow. At the mall.”

*

Austin had assumed once they hit the shopping mall that they would be heading to something like Victoria’s Secret, or some kinky store he didn’t know about. But to his surprise Cherry led him through the centre, through the food court, and out past the ring of ATMs.

There stood a number of dark booths, like instant photo machines, only these looked faintly sinister and had no doors.

Cherry waved in triumph. “Ta-dah!”

Ta-dah? Austin peered at the surface. “What are these things?”

“You’ve never seen a Venn machine before?”

Venn machines? Where had he heard that name … wait a second …

“These are Trust Machines?” he blurted.

“Uh-huh.”

“These are the things that change people into … things?”

“So you have heard of them,” Cherry said with a wicked little grin.

“Uh, yeah. I have a cousin, Burton, he changed himself into a girl for a week, and his girlfriend changed into a guy.”

“Sounds like a fun time. So, you wanna get in?”

“Get in??? You want me to be a girl?”

“Well, maybe some time, but I’ve got something else planned.”

Austin must have looked stricken because Cherry gave a sigh.

“Look, Austin, I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do. But this will be temporary, I swear it’ll be fun, and it won’t hurt a bit. In fact, you won’t feel anything. The change is instantaneous.”

She batted her eyes and looked as innocent as possible. “You and me, we’re so good, and I want to share everything with you. Everything. Is that okay?”

What the hell, she probably just wanted to make his penis bigger or something like that. Hell, that’s what he would do. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

Cherry beamed. “Great! Got a dollar?”

Austin poked around in his pocket and found a bill. The pair stashed their stuff in a nearby locker, then Cherry fed the dollar into a slot. And suddenly there was an opening in the machine that Austin could swear hadn’t been there before.

He got in and the door abruptly closed. He wasn’t in darkness, though - he could see Cherry on a screen sitting in the other half of the booth, staring  at what he assumed was a similar screen.

“Okay, perfect. Ready, gorgeous? You’re gonna look so sexy.”

And Austin was not himself any more.

*

Cherry hopped out of the booth and went around to the other side of the machine. Reaching in, she pulled out something long, thin, black and shiny.

“Oh, I was right, Austin! You are super sexy. I can’t wait to get you home. Really. I can’t wait, I’m gonna make a quick trip to the restroom and slip you on.”

And after a quick trip to fetch their stuff from the lockers, that’s what she did.

*

Cherry strutted through the mall. Well, who wouldn’t strut in a pair of pants like these? Shiny black leather, sticking to her like a second skin. They fit perfectly. Of course they did. They were made just for her.

She caught sight of herself in a mirrored window and almost cooed with delight. They looked so fantastic with the pointed boots she wore. They cupped her ass cheeks beautifully too, somehow accentuating her curves.

Most of the men she passed, and more than a few women too, simply stared at her, drinking her in for as long as they could. Her smile broadened into a grin. With this spaghetti strap top and these pants and her tattoos, she looked like such a bad girl. She felt very, very naughty.

Sorry, folks, she thought, I’m taken. There’s this little geek guy I met who is just so cute. We’ve become very, very close. You wouldn’t believe just how close …

She laughed out loud, and ran her hands down her shiny legs.

I hope you’re enjoying this, Austin. Because I am …

*

The sheet on the bed was still a tangle. Oh, the things they’d been doing there. Cherry threw herself on the bed and laid back, wriggling her legs in the air. The mirrored surface of her closet was perfect for reflecting her ass. She’d have to take photos later. She thought Austin might like to see them. She knew she’d like to see them.

“Oh, Austin,” she whispered, “you make me feel so good. And look so good. I’m so happy you’re a pair of pants.”

Her fingers toyed with the handle of the zipper. She’d really had to squeeze herself into Austin.

“I wonder what you’re feeling now, babe. You probably can’t hear me … I hope you can feel me when I touch you … I hope you know just how close you are to me now. I love you, baby. I love the way you just walked into that booth when I asked you to. You didn’t even ask me what I was going to make you, or for how long …

“Oh, by the way, I made you a pair of pants for a month. But don’t worry, I won’t keep you like this for that long.”

The pants felt so good, so tight.

“Probably.”

Her fingers took the zipper tab between them and moved slowly down.

*

Cherry kept those pants on all weekend, except for when she went to bed. She tried matching Austin with various tops and T-shirts, although her favourite look was an old motorcycle jacket with Austin and a plain black Tee, with a red bandana in her hair. She thought she looked quite the biker babe.

By Monday, though, constant wear was telling. Austin was looking slightly dull, and was just a little bit more roomy in the knees.

Well, she’d have to get him cleaned, of course. Thankfully, she knew a dry cleaner that specialised in leather.

She dropped him off that afternoon.

“You can pick them up on Wednesday,” she was told.

What would they do to him? Put him in a spinner, douse him with chemicals, heat him, spin him around at 140 degrees fahrenheit …

Better than a roller-coaster, she thought.



He was waiting for her on a coat hanger, covered in plastic. She handed over her ticket and took him back home, wriggling into him with nothing on but her flimsiest G-string.

“Wow, look at you! So happy to have you back! Oh God, do I have a camel toe?”

She easily got another three days’ wear out of him.

*

All good things come to an end. So it was that late on a Saturday night Cherry, now in jeans and a striped long-sleeved top, made the trek to the Venn machines and tossed the leather pants back into the booth.

A minute later Austin - a rather confused-looking, tousle-headed Austin - emerged. Cherry grinned and threw her arms around him.

“There you are, my brave boy! Thank you so much for this. What can I do for you?”

Austin shook his head, as if to get the clouds out of his brain - well, he hadn’t had a brain for a while. “Coffee,” he croaked. “Lots and lots of coffee.”

“Sure.”

“And then maybe … Coca-Cola.”

*

“You were tight.”

“How tight?”

“Very, very tight. Don’t worry, there are pictures.”

Austin gulped down the remains of his second latte. “And shiny?”

“The shiniest. But tell me, how did being on my butt feel?”

How did it feel? It felt … well … Austin couldn’t see or hear or even really feel, but the jumble of impressions left behind from his experience all told him one thing.

“Amazing. It felt freaking amazing.”

Cherry giggled and something rose up in Austin. She was so hot. They needed to get back to the apartment pretty damned soon. After all, he wasn’t likely to sleep tonight after all this coffee.

“So, I can turn you into my pants some other time?”

“Sure. If I can turn you into something some time.”

Cherry grinned. He was catching on fast. “You know, I’ve always wanted to be a sexy little black dress.” She got up from the table. “Let’s go.”

Austin rose. “Hey, wait. I can’t wear you if you’re a dress.”

That grin grew broader. “You can if you’re a girl.”

“Well. True, that.”

And after all, his cousin Burton had made quite a lovely young woman.