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Looking over their smug faces I couldn’t help but be astonished by their request, or rather Cara’s request. Of all the places to ask it why here, and why now? I couldn’t dwell on that now I had to make a choice. With the recent advent of the TF tech, it was only a matter of time before I was involved in it.

Still, this was not how I expected it, but given my friends, I should’ve. I’m the only lesbian in my main circle of girl friends, as such they often have me ‘help out’ in matters like this. You wouldn’t ask your random guy friend to become your pair of pantyhose, would you?

No, they trusted me, even though they still didn’t understand my attraction. It was no time for this mental prose now, I had to make my choice. After a brief moment, I agreed to it, on the condition that I be transformed back in a few days. 

After a brief smile, Cara grabbed her phone and used the TF app on me. In an instant, I went from flesh and blood to hosiery. I was quickly slid up her legs and under her black dress. Everything was so disorientating.

My satin body was being pulled in an indescribable amount of directions, each thread being pulled tight against Cara’s body. With how intense this was I might otherwise have hated it immediately if I didn’t have quite a crush on her.

With the feelings of my body, I also began to taste. Every inch of skin from the tips of her toes to her waist I would taste. From her acrid feet to her tasteful thighs, god this was so hot. Still, I was just her hosiery now.  Surprisingly as soon I was put on I almost ceased being a human in their eyes.

Once I was secure Cara began to treat me just as I now was. Keeping me in her stuffy shoes and being careful with my hosiery body, I was little more than her clothing, something meant to be used and not thought of.

As the night progressed I found myself loving this more and more. Sure, I was a bit apprehensive, I had never clothing before, but now. Now, I was fine with it, loving it. Minute after minute I was being intoxicated by my straight friend’s legs.

A pair I had loved before now becoming my entire world. Not just that but completely at Cara’s mercy. Anything she wanted to do with me she could, and I had no say. Sure, I could scream about it, but pantyhose don’t talk.

If this was how one night was I can’t image how a couple days would be like. If it was anything like now then I’d happily spend the rest of my life as a pair of pantyhose. Forced to contain my friend’s hot legs and greedily absorb her sweat. To be hers and hers alone.

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