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Leslie: Brown hair, peach skin, tf type: clothes

Leslie was nervous, perspiration filling her palms, her heart racing at breakneck speeds...but she was also exited. She had signed up to become a dress at the gallery. She selected to become a lovely red dress, with a slit to show some leg. She had seen some of the stunning clothing that used to be women and the idea bounced around in her mind but what tipped it was getting to wear a piece of those clothing the other day.

She entered the building and was escorted to her room where the conversion would happen. She was to disrobe, and lay down on this machine they had in there. It wasn’t too large but it resembled a conveyor belt with a small contraption about ¾ of its length, and a little box on the floor at the end. A clicking noise could be heard and Leslie was slowly moving forward on the belt.

These few moments were maddening with all sorts of conflicting emotions, thoughts, feelings...but it all came to a stop once she reached the contraption on the belt. She tried to get a good look at the inside of it and saw a large spool-like object and a few gears. As her feet slowly drew closer to the little machine, clear string came from it and attached themselves to her feet.

There was a sudden jolt that went all through Leslie’s body, then it started. The large spool began to spin and Leslie’s feet were being unraveled. It was surreal and felt even stranger. Little by little her feet were unwound like common thread as she continued to move closer. Eventually her feet were completely unraveled and her legs were next.

She still had all feeling, and the sensation of her feet, now in a spool was lovely. But not too much longer, she felt something else. She felt a rapid back and forth motion inside of the machine. After a bit, peach colored fabric came from the other end of the machine and it drooped over the end of the belt, ready to fall into the box.

She was becoming fabric and quicker too. As the belt sped up slightly, more and more of her was unwound and woven. In one end as woman out the other as silky fabric. Most of her had been woven by now. Once it reached her hair the machine quickly wove it and the last bit of fabric was produced, now with a little shiny brown at the end. All of the fabric fell into the box and it was collected for dyeing.

Leslie was still conscious and could feel everything, the folding of herself in the box, when the gentle hands of the employee ran through her to straighten her out, and the plunge into the red dye. The top with brown coloring was left just above the dye as it would be used to flair on the dress.

She was then taken to another machine, which sowed her into the lovely dress she wanted to be. She was soft, flowing, had a slit for leg, and had brown flair in the form of a band at the waist and some at the neck. Her tag read "Hand wash only, %100 Leslie." She was placed onto a nice mannequin and displayed on the gallery floor. People would come view and run their fingers through her. She felt every touch and every crease in her fabric, it was almost a little too much, but that thought subsided quickly. She thought about changing back at times, she could, but would she even want too?

Hadn't done a story in a while and i know some of you guys like those. Also i don't believe i've done a clothing transformation before.

Description
Leslie: Brown hair, peach skin, tf type: clothes

Leslie was nervous, perspiration filling her palms, her heart racing at breakneck speeds...but she was also exited. She had signed up to become a dress at the gallery. She selected to become a lovely red dress, with a slit to show some leg. She had seen some of the stunning clothing that used to be women and the idea bounced around in her mind but what tipped it was getting to wear a piece of those clothing the other day.

She entered the building and was escorted to her room where the conversion would happen. She was to disrobe, and lay down on this machine they had in there. It wasn’t too large but it resembled a conveyor belt with a small contraption about ¾ of its length, and a little box on the floor at the end. A clicking noise could be heard and Leslie was slowly moving forward on the belt.

These few moments were maddening with all sorts of conflicting emotions, thoughts, feelings...but it all came to a stop once she reached the contraption on the belt. She tried to get a good look at the inside of it and saw a large spool-like object and a few gears. As her feet slowly drew closer to the little machine, clear string came from it and attached themselves to her feet.

There was a sudden jolt that went all through Leslie’s body, then it started. The large spool began to spin and Leslie’s feet were being unraveled. It was surreal and felt even stranger. Little by little her feet were unwound like common thread as she continued to move closer. Eventually her feet were completely unraveled and her legs were next.

She still had all feeling, and the sensation of her feet, now in a spool was lovely. But not too much longer, she felt something else. She felt a rapid back and forth motion inside of the machine. After a bit, peach colored fabric came from the other end of the machine and it drooped over the end of the belt, ready to fall into the box.

She was becoming fabric and quicker too. As the belt sped up slightly, more and more of her was unwound and woven. In one end as woman out the other as silky fabric. Most of her had been woven by now. Once it reached her hair the machine quickly wove it and the last bit of fabric was produced, now with a little shiny brown at the end. All of the fabric fell into the box and it was collected for dyeing.

Leslie was still conscious and could feel everything, the folding of herself in the box, when the gentle hands of the employee ran through her to straighten her out, and the plunge into the red dye. The top with brown coloring was left just above the dye as it would be used to flair on the dress.

She was then taken to another machine, which sowed her into the lovely dress she wanted to be. She was soft, flowing, had a slit for leg, and had brown flair in the form of a band at the waist and some at the neck. Her tag read "Hand wash only, %100 Leslie." She was placed onto a nice mannequin and displayed on the gallery floor. People would come view and run their fingers through her. She felt every touch and every crease in her fabric, it was almost a little too much, but that thought subsided quickly. She thought about changing back at times, she could, but would she even want too?

Hadn't done a story in a while and i know some of you guys like those. Also i don't believe i've done a clothing transformation before.