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Pouring over all their research notes, Sara was trying to find a way to reserve this. If Phoebe could be transformed into the tights then she could be transformed back into human. Then again, she wasn’t really transformed. With how fast the accident happened it was hard to tell what even happened. Hell, if she hadn’t turned around in time then she wouldn’t have known what happened to her.

The two women had it worked out thoroughly, all they had to do was to test out their theory. All that was supposed to even happen was that the tights were to become fluffy. Their whole experiment revolved around giving something the properties of another object, in this case, a pair of pantyhose was to be given the properties of fluffy fabric.

Having the formulas, work, and prep for the experiment all set, they both thought it was to go off without a hitch, until it didn’t. It all happened so quickly. Sara happened to turn around as Phoebe was about to put the fabric in place when her finger grazed the pantyhose and was unwittingly sucked inside.

Having accidentally kept the machine needed for the experiment on led to this change in results. Sara quickly turned it off and grabbed the tights, Phoebe? She felt normal, just like any other bit of hosiery, so what properties of her did she still inherit? Well, there was only one way to find out. After apologizing to her, Sara slid her up her legs.

As she did so she felt a brief shiver and tensing from Phoebe, alongside a comfortable warmth. Having her lab partner wrapped around her legs she started to take notes about this whole thing. What happened, how Phoebe felt, and how she was going to fix this That was all she had to do now, reverse the proses. How, she didn’t know.

Looking over their notes and formulas, Sara realized that was the one thing the two women hadn’t figured out yet. ‘Of course something like this had to happen,’ Sara thought ‘I’m down a partner and now have to find a way to get her back.’ Despite being fairly knowledgeable about the science involved she was never one to excel at the whole math aspect of it.

Rubbing her hands over her transformed partner, Sara began to notice how good Phoebe felt. Sure, she had worn comfortable pairs but never any like this. With how nice she felt she’d least have a positive to look towards if she couldn’t make her human again. If that was to happen, Phoebe wouldn’t mind if she kept her, right?

She certainly would. This whole situation was a mess. In her new form, she lost most of the aspects of her humanity except for a few key details, her capacity to think, and all her senses. She was forced to taste Sara’s legs, an admittedly pleasant taste albeit coupled with her acrid-tasting sweat. Pervading her nostrils was a mix of rose body wash and foot funk.

And by god could she still feel, in fact, she could to a heightened degree. Anything that happened in she could minutely feel, a slight toe wiggle, a scrunch of her toes, a bend of her knee. Anything and everything she could feel, which all translated into a disorienting mix of pleasure and pain. It all felt good to an extreme extent.

The longer she was worn though the sooner she got used to it, which was extremely concerning. Acclimating to life as clothing should’ve been hard, but as the minutes went on and her body grew more and more comfortable with her current condition she began to realize how much of her was really the tights. In fact, despite all this she wouldn’t mind if she stayed like this, it felt great, science project be damned.

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