Made as part of a trade with @FRKsyll.

Her half is found here:

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Snickering to himself, Morgan frankly couldn't believe it. Months ago, his dad barely accepted him, but now, he was more than supportive. Now, he literally was supportive. Given how good human clothing could feel, he was sure that his dad made the best. Even though he was just a pair of boots.

It all started almost four months ago. It was then that he came out as gay. To say it lightly, his family wasn't all that supportive. Sure, his sister was, but that was about it. Yes, his parents did accept him, but they didn't like it.

As such, Morgan's sister decided to help him as much as she could. So, she became the first person to enter his wardrobe. Given that, in addition to being gay, he was also a femboy, she decided to help him out in that regard.

Ultimately, she became his fishnets. From there, the clothing bug went through the rest of his family. His brother was soon to follow, becoming a leather skirt for him. It took a while for his mother, but she made her way into his wardrobe as his shirt. All that was left was his father.

Ultimately, George relented, though he tried his best to fight it. He knew how good being clothing felt, he had experienced it many times before. Occasionally, his wife would want to go out with him, albeit while wearing him. So, he spent his fair share of time in the shoe closet.

He'd often become her boots, as well as general lingerie, every once in a while. Still, he wanted to hold out as long as he could. Though like the rest of his family, he couldn't resist becoming Morgan's boots.

Now, his familial set was complete, and he was more than happy about it. There was nothing quite like human-made clothing, especially those made from people who love you. And, well, he really struck the motherload here, chiefly with his boots.

The hardened father made quite a pair of them. They were strong, made his legs look good, and felt incredible. Every step he took in them felt as if he were walking on clouds. It was heaven. George definitely agreed; he was loving every minute of it.

He enjoyed being constantly squished by his son, inhaling all the extremities his feet produced. He loved being made warm by his feet, being crushed under his youngest son's soles. It was just as good, if not better than being under his wife's feet.

Although he couldn't hear him, Morgan knew this. He just had that feeling about it. I mean, with how eager they all were to join his wardrobe, they better love being worn by him. Then again, it didn't really matter if they did. They were just clothing now.

It was their choice to be his clothing, and at any moment, they could be transformed back. Thus far, no one had. He was grateful for that, he didn't want to lose quite the comfortable outfit.

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