Julie the thie- Rogue whistled to herself as she wandered through the inn. Recently, things had been pretty nice, all considered; after a few successful adventurers the party was flush with cash, and she hadn’t even had to commit larceny or murder to get a portion. It was always a nice feeling to be able to walk into a shop and buy things without being asked if the money was stolen. 

The small party of four had been formed only a couple months prior; Gwendolyn the Wizard and Rodric the Knight had formed it, and John the Cleric and Julie had joined shortly after in exchange for some help out of sticky situations they’d found themselves in, of varying legality. It had been rough going at first, but with a few quests and a city saved under their belts the party had really come together! Which probably wouldn’t be something someone would have assumed, given the way Julie was picking the lock to Gwen’s room. 

She blinked as the lock went click and opened up for her. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it. Infiltration and thievery had long become not so much an intentional action as a force of habit. And well, now that she had the door open, maybe she could look through all those books that Gwen kept hiding. As long as she didn’t actually steal, it wasn’t bad, just a surprise visit. And she’d mostly managed to notice what she was doing before things fell into her pockets these days. 

She crept quietly into the room, and heard water running in the adjacent one. Gods, these rooms they’d bought were fancy as all heck, weren’t they? Separate washrooms? The idea was unthinkable to the generally low-class Julie, but here she was. Her own room had one! This was the sort of thing that made going legal seem like such an obvious move that she wondered why more of her old friends didn’t do it. Entering the room proper, she saw that Gwen was nowhere to be found; the reason for the water sounds, then. And besides that, it was a complete mess. Clothes strewn about the floor, books stacked three dozen high, bits and bobs of gear in random nooks and crannies. 

Julie raised an eyebrow - she’d never pegged the wizard as a messy type. But as she found herself naturally perusing the items, she wondered if maybe it had been an intentional thing, like an anti-thievery measure. But more likely… she was just the kind of person who makes a mess of their room. Well, at least she wasn’t as perfect as she seemed all the time. 

Julie wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for as she dug through the piles. Some particularly raunchy set of lingerie? A valuable bit of jewelry? Some magic thing? No, there was plenty of those, and she tossed those aside. Thinking about it some more, Julie decided she was looking for some magic, possibly cursed, items; Gwendolyn had a habit of sorta hording them. She said it was for identification, but they never turned up, and for a bit Julie had been suspecting that she was keeping them for herself… but in this mess, she could believe that the woman had simply lost all of them before she got to identify them! 

Julie withdrew from the pile, planning to check elsewhere, but she was distracted as she noticed her arm had caught on something while she pulled. It was a black-and-pink lace thread. She frowned, and tugged, but it wouldn’t be pulled from the pile. She pulled harder, and it wouldn’t snap. This was a strong bit of thread! She pulled a knife from her belt with the intent to cut it - but as she tried it it still wouldn’t budge! Then, it started to glow… and now she was pretty sure it was a cursed item. 

The thread seemed to extend, wrapping up her arm and keeping her trapped in place. It twined it’s way under her sleeve and up her shoulder, across down to the other arm. “What-” she started, but before she knew it the thread had wrapped it’s way up her neck and to her mouth; it may have looked thin and weak, but it was strong enough to tie her mouth shut! The thread twirled and twirled around her petite body - it didn’t feel tight, but if she tried to move it locked her in place. Even with her full body immobile, it kept going, wrapping her up and up until it felt like every part of her was covered in the thread - felt, because she couldn’t see with the cursed item covering her vision. 

For a few moments, she thought it would just be that; it was embarrassing, but not harmful, and she could still breath through the thread. Gwen would be along and remove the curse when she was done with her shower and she’d have to explain herself, but that wasn’t too bad… it was about then she noticed it tightening. Harder, harder, with her still inside. It felt like it was flattening her even if it didn’t hurt, unaware as she was of the fact her skin was turning pink and black, becoming lighter and smoother like the item. To an outside observer she’d seem to get thinner and thinner in her lacy prison, the already loose thief clothes falling off her and becoming indistinguishable from the mess of clothes of the room. Clad only in the thread she kept flattening and thinning, until she was like a sheet of thread and lace unweaved. 

Julie could see outside as she fully flattened; but she couldn’t move. What? What’s the trap even do? Why am I lying down now? Why do I feel so strange? She wondered. Then the change continued; parts of her seemed to shift and cut away; it didn’t hurt, or even feel wrong even though it should have, as the region that had been around her bust and that around her crotch seemed to be cut and folded out of the mass. If she could see herself, she’d see a lacy black and pink set of lingerie, a bra and panties, had formed from her body, and lay atop the pile of clothes.  

From outside the room, the water stopped running. “Gods… forgot to bring clothes in with me…” A woman’s voice muttered from the other end of the room. Quiet steps approached, and she saw Gwendolyn leaning over her, inspecting her, buck naked. If she’d been capable of blushing, Julie would have as the woman’s impressive bosom dangled over her. “I don’t remember buying these… they’re cute!” she said cheerfully, picking Julie up. 

The thief didn’t know what was happening until she found a set of large, soft somethings pushed into her top half. She felt like she was instinctively clinging to them, in a way that felt incredibly good to her. “Ohhhh, this is comfortable…” Gwen said. This was about when Julie realized what she’d become… and what Gwen was doing. She hoped that the curse was temporary, and that she’d be off soon… Gwen slid her slender legs into the panties, which sent a shock of pleasure through Julie as she settled around her thighs and pussy. 

What had Thief been thinking about? Something about hoping it wore off, right. Right. Wizard went over to the mirror and checked herself out, wearing her lacy black and pink lingerie. “I bet Johnny would go nuts if he knew I had something like this~!” she trilled. She cupped her breasts with her hands and gave them a jiggle, which felt very good to Thief, and then rubbed down her crotch. “Hnnn, so silky smooth… feels great…~” Wizard said, a sentiment which Thief enthusiastically echoed. But even if being worn by Wizard was the greatest feeling ever, she had to… uh… what did Lacy Lingerie have to do? Be cured. Right. Right. Right. Right…

Gwendolyn, not noticing that Julie’s clothes had been added to the pile, pulled some other clothes on. As nice as her lingerie was, she couldn’t have the boys seeing it… at least not so easily..