Made as part of a trade with @Bricker100

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Being hung to dry, it took Kate a couple of minutes to get her mind back together after the past few minutes. Looking around her she saw other bedsheets left out to dry. As the woman clipped her to the clothesline her thoughts drifted back to the past couple of minutes.

She had come here on vacation, having always found Spain to be quite beautiful. Her trip had been going pretty well, given her less-than-ideal knowledge of the language, at least up until today. Walking through the country's caudad’s when she had come across a woman searching for something.

Running up to her she began saying something in Spanish. Confused Kate replied “Si,” before she was suddenly transformed and carried back to the woman’s house. From there everything just got stranger and stranger.

Instantly she knew she had become a bedsheet but she wasn’t sure why. As soon as she grabbed her she had stopped treating her like a woman. As such, the woman paid no mind to the mental screaming as she washed her.

Kate wasn’t spun through an actual laundry machine, which would’ve probably felt better but was hand-washed. Submerged into her hot, soapy water she was pulled out and painfully scrubbed. Each thread was subjected to this woman’s hand washing.

Over and over and over again, every bit of her was set ablaze by the roughness of the scrubbing. Soon enough she was clean, as such the woman then set forth to wring her out. Using her hands she had just about every droplet of water squeezed out of her.

Initially feeling quite bloated from the water she soon felt almost malnourished from how thin she now was. She wasn’t finished yet as the woman subjected her to a run through an old-fashioned wringer. What was left of the water was squeezed out of her.

Satisfied with how she came out, the woman brought Kate outside and hung up alongside her other laundry. Her mind was still on fire from the scrubbing and wringing, it took her a couple of minutes before it was back together.

Looking around she saw the other sheets, what she was soon to become accustomed to. In a couple of hours, the oppressive sun would have her way with her and have her completely dry. At that point, she’d be put in her place as this woman’s bedsheet. 

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