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“Well, at least one of us is enjoying herself,” Lyla told her panties. “I bet it feels really good, having my ass and girlcock constanly pressing onto your fabric, molding it. From the looks of it, they're also molding your mind. Though that’s not a shock. Becoming clothing has that effect.”

Whenever she had the opportunity to transform her friends, she always took it. For one, it brought them closer, allowing them to know each other intimately, at least with how they viewed her. That and human-made clothing always felt the best.

Nothing else matched their comfort, especially when said human liked her. In that case, it added an extra layer of comfort, especially knowing that her clothing was enjoying its new form too. That was a luxury she often enjoyed on rare occasions, she couldn’t keep her friends as clothing after all.

So every once in a while she’d partake in it, usually as a reward. This scenario was her gift to herself after a recent business success, having finished organizing one of her client's tax matters. It was quite draining, so some friend-made clothes were in order. But which one?

For the most part, she’d try to use each ofher friends, however, there was one who was always reliable. Her name was Serenity. From the first time using her, she found her to be unlike any of her other friends. She was quite comfortable, especially since she loved being her clothes.

After her first time around her, she confided in her how much she enjoyed it, with how relaxing it was. Though Lyla could sense the real reason. It was pretty obvious that Serenity had a crush on her. As such, she had no problems using her as her clothes.

So, with her work complete, it was only a matter of when Serenity would become her underwear. She’d often transform her friends into her underwear, especially her; she was a natural at making some comfortable panties.

For the past couple of days, she had been her underwear. Wearing her day in and day out, she savored her comfort, albeit minus the moments she washed her. Often when she wore her, she wondered what exactly she was feeling at the moment, though this time it was very apparent.

She wasn’t entirely sure how she did it, but when Lyla transformed her, she made it so that her face appeared on the back of the panties. A face which, whenever she was worn, displayed an expression of pure orgasmic delight. She was most definitely loving being her clothes again.

Having washed only a couple minutes earlier, Serenity got to enoy her washed ass and girlcock. Which was already starting to get worked up seeing the pleasure on her friend's face. For a moment, she contemplated masturbating using her friend, but she’d lose her edge.

Today was her workout day, and she didn’t want to get all hot and bothered before spending a couple of hours at the gym. So, with one last look, she brought her yoga pants over the transformed woman. She was more than glad to have the extra comfort during this trip.

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