Request for @cdneigel

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For as long as she had known of her, Astrid had had a crush on Billie Eilish. In her eyes, she was just beyond beautiful, and she thought she made pretty good music too. Having lived in London her whole life, she knew her chances of meeting the singer were slim to none, so when she made a stop in the city she knew she had to seek her out.

Given her place in a bustling online community about the musician it didn’t take her longer to find out where her fabled celebrity crush was staying in the country. As such she had made some quick plans on meeting her. Although, that wasn’t her only goal.

In addition to her sapphic infatuation, she was also a transformation fetishist, imagining herself becoming mere clothing for the talented young woman. She would attain this fantasy through the use of some TF powder. With her plan set all she had to do was enact it.

Which she did some days later, after sneaking into her hotel room. At that time the musician wasn’t there so she had the perfect opportunity to choose which of clothing she was to wear. Beforehand she had decided that she was to become her panties, so she just had to decide which one.

As she made her way into her bedroom she prematurely pulled some TF powder out. Entering the room she didn’t notice her shoes right by the door so in one fell swoop she was coated in the powder and transformed. Instead of her panties, she had become a pair of her socks.

A couple of hours later Billie came back to the hotel room in need of a change of clothes. Nothing but mere clothing, Astrid couldn’t stop her as she put her on. From the moment she was settled around her feet, she had begun to hate the experience, her mouth filled with her disgusting feet.

Her entire body wrapped around them, the sweat on them coating and being absorbed by her insides. It was an all-around bad experience, made worse thanks to what she overheard later on while she was on her feet.

Given the singer’s touring schedule, this stop in Britain was soon to be over. As such no one would be able to help Astrid out. No one she knew would, nor would anyone be looking in her sock collection for the transformed young woman. As this all sunk in, she began to realize that she was soon to be little more than Billie Eilish’s socks.

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