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An Easy Life (Clothes)
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 16:00:13 +0000 UTCI can't take it anymore, and I can't keep going on like this. I considered all the factors contributing to my deep depression such as my awful job, terrible family life, and even worse sex life. My mental health was in shambles and with no motivation to fix it, I only fell deeper into my rut, so I decided to do something about it, something drastic. I got my affairs in order and drove myself to the clinic, ready to solve all of my problems with one move.
I walked into the transformation center and confirmed my appointment with the secretary. Turning in all of my held possessions for collection by my next of kin before being given a few forms to sign. Entering the backroom, I was greeted by a cute nurse who prepped me for surgery. I asked her about the process as well as the result to which she replied with a smile, "It's actually pleasurable for both parties, in fact, I own a few people from here myself." Looking at her I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't mind her being my owner, hoping I would be so lucky before she put a mask on my mouth, encouraging me to breathe deeply.
The instant I awoke, I knew something was different. My body was fully mobile and my skin felt... smooth. I was unsure what I had become, choosing more of a broad operation than a specific one so I was pleased to see my new form in the mirror placed in my recovery room. Standing in the mirror was a female mannequin but that wasn't me, instead, I was the silky lingerie adorning the model. I was reduced to a crimson bra and panties set with an autumnal theme. Leaves line my generous cups as well as within the mesh of my bottom half.
The door creaked open and the nurse from before entered. "Good, you're awake!" She smiled, "As you can see, the operation was a success. I think you turned out wonderfully." She lay her hand on my gossamer skin, the sensation sending shivers through me. "In fact, I already convinced my boss to let me have you considering you didn't put the receiver on your paperwork!" The thought of being with her for the rest of time pleased me so. She removed me from the mannequin, taking extra care to be gentle as she packed me away in a box. She beamed as she slid the lid over the box, enveloping me in darkness.
After what felt like a 10-minute car ride, I was freed from my cardboard prison to the sight of the nurse, my new owner, undressing. Her wonderful body had me beyond excited and I was not disappointed. She clasped the bra that was once my top half to her chest, making me hold up her generous breasts. I felt her nipples poke into my back causing the purest form of ecstasy I've ever felt, but nothing compared to her slipping my panties up her long, smooth legs. With a snap of my elastic, I was taut around her plush ass and wide hips. She smoothed out my creases with her delicate fingers as she whispered to me, "I'll make sure to take good care of you, my new underwear." I quivered in delight, my every problem solved. The only responsibility I had was to make my owner look cute, and in my opinion, I did a damn good job
