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Waking up, Marsha groggily started her morning routine. This was to be expected though, she was a real heavy sleeper after all. Still, she got through it fairly quickly, all she had left to do was to put on her clothes for the day. Grabbing them from her desk she was surprised.

Instead of the rather plain colored bra and panty set, she had picked the night before, she was instead greeted by a highly stylized pair based on the character Wonder Woman. As far as she could remember she had never owned a pair like this but, something beckoned her to wear them.

It was weird, she almost felt like she had to wear them. Chalking it up to some weird thought she slid them on. Almost immediately she recognized their comfort, their softness. The set was decently tight though still breathable. Without giving them another thought, she put on the rest of her clothes.

The Amazonian princess still couldn’t wrap her head around this, how the hell had she become a set of clothes? The last thing she could remember was fighting Cheetah before she suddenly blacked out and found herself on top of this woman’s clothes pile.

It couldn’t have been her that transformed her, she didn’t have magical power, and neither did the woman now wearing her it seemed. It could be Circe, but she would’ve taunted her by now, so…While trying to think of a reason why, she began to become acutely aware of all that came with this form.

Slowly, the faint taste of sweat began to introduce itself all over Diana’s form, the salty taste of it she found revolting. Alongside that, the basic taste of this woman’s body really began to appear, especially her lower half. She was disgusted with being forced to taste this random woman’s crotch.

In between all this Marsah finished getting dressed, encasing the heroine-turned-fabric in darkness. Now she began to truly freak out. With seemingly no way to communicate she was forced to endure all this silently, with no way to stop all this. Even with her powers, though she couldn’t use them.

Now being entirely fabric, with no shred of her former self aside from her design, she could do nothing but experience what a bra and panty normally would. The taste, their owner’s musk, the sweat, and the uncaringness of their owner.

While freaking out, the heroine began to hope that someone would help her out of this mess, but no one would. She was the victim of a universe warp, no one knew it happened and she ended up in a universe where she was just a character. She only realized her hopelessness much later when her dirtied form was removed for the day and placed into Marsha’s laundry bin.

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