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Derrick was wondering how his roommate was doing. I mean, it was his fault that she currently found herself in this mess. That and he decided to wear. He knew Emily was a lesbian, but well, something just beckoned him to wear her.

Hell, until her, he had never transformed or worn someone before. He had to admit, she did feel quite nice, really comfortable. Plus she made his ass feel good. What had he managed to transform her into? His shorts, or rather booty shorts to be honest.

It all started simply enough, he was a practicing mage trying out a new spell. It was a transformation spell that would transform whatever it was directed at into what he needed most at that moment. He had intended to transform a random book in his room, but, well.

At the moment he cast the spell, Emily happened to walk past his door, with it being thus redirected towards her. She elicited a quiet yelp, and in a split second, what was left in her place was some shorts.

He was obviously shocked, not intending for her to be transformed. Approaching her, he picked her up and looked over her form. It was then that he felt strangely compelled to put her on, which he did. Part of him didn’t want to, but no one was stopping him.

From there, Derrick had been wearing her throughout the day. He did plan to transform her back, but he almost didn’t want to. It seemed like the spell had the consequence of making him want to keep her like this. Which, she would be fine with that, right?

Emily was understandably in hysterics, even if her newfound fabric form didn’t show it. The nerve he had to put her on. He knew by now that she was a lesbian, so why subject her to something she would in no way find attractive?

She just felt gross about it. Even though he was wearing some boxers, she was still able to taste his crotch. Her ‘mouth’ was filled with the taste of his unwashed junk, as well as his ass sweat. In general, whatever was down there, she could taste.

Although the worst thing about all this was his bulge. It was pressing into her like crazy. Given her sexuality, it was beyond humiliating to find herself pressed into his junk, especially as she had dealt with it for hours now.

For the past couple of hours, Emily had been his shorts, with no reprieve. Hell, he was even treating her like them. The longer she was worn, the angrier and more disgusted she got. Constantly huffing his junk, she just wanted more than anything to be normal again.

That and, more importantly, to bury her face in a woman’s crotch. This was more than enough cock she could handle. That is saying that she was going to transform back to begin with. Which, for whatever reason, she had a feeling that she was to be around his junk for a while.

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