Made as a trade with @Fungip

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Waking up one morning, everything felt normal for Elizabeth. Crawling out of her bed, she made her way into her bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed that she was still wearing her panties from the night before.

Something stood out about them. Her mind flashed with quite a thought. Her boyfriend, Mark, was her panties. “Oh my god,” she said aloud. “I’ve been looking for you for ages, ever since that bitch did this to you. Let me help you.”

“No, no, nooo! Don’t do that! Don’t do tha-” Mark tried to yell to her, despite not having any way to do so. His hopes were dashed when she pulled him down her legs. Looking down at her panties now in her hand, she tried to remember why she was doing it so quickly. 

Pausing for a moment, she thought long and hard. Ultimately, she decided that it must just be that she really needed to shower, no other reason. This whole cycle had happened many times before. Elizabeth remembers her boyfriend is around her crotch, goes to take him off, and forgets about him.

All this started a couple of months ago, while at the park. While there, Mark and Elizabeth had been spending their time together; they were a couple after all. Off in the distance, there was another woman, Beatrice. Seeing the two together made her quite angry.

Who were these two to go around parading their relationship like this? Impulsively, she struck. With a small flick of her wrist, she transformed the man into a panty. However, that wasn’t all she did. She then cast a curse upon them.

The curse gave the woman amnesia. She had to wear her boyfriend seven times in order to remember that he was panties. Once that happened, if she were to remove him from her body, well, the cycle would repeat. Meaning, she’d have to wear him seven more times to remember him.

A rather simple curse, but no doubt effective. In fact, it had already been almost four months since she had transformed him. During this time, Mark had been her panties. By this point, he wasn’t exactly sure how many times he had dealt with this whole cycle.

I mean, when you are trapped in darkness a lot, even while being worn, it does make it quite hard to see the time pass. However, he always knew when she’d remember. Elizabeth would always say something aloud. But, it was all for not.

Every time she’d remember, he tried his hardest to talk to her. To tell her not to take him off. Though given his form, it was pretty much impossible to do so. By the time she would take him off her body and down her ankles, the amnesia would set in.

She would once again see him as just another pair of panties. All of this because of that damn witch. Mark still remembers seeing her come up to them, his final moments as human. The worst thing about this whole thing was not Elizabeth’s amnesia but not knowing why the witch did this. All he knew was that she was angry at them, simple as that. 

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