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Irgendwann hat sie genug, verlässt den Pool, ihre Finger ziehen meinen Gummizug gerade, dann legt sie sich auf die Liege und lässt sich von der Sonne trocknen. Ich habe das Gefühl zu verbrennen. Die Sonne, die Hitze ihrer Haut, ihr Duft - das ist alles zuviel für mich, die Sinne fahren Achterbahn.

Zu gerne würde ich wissen wer sie ist, doch welche Lady spricht schon mit ihrem Badeanzug. Für sie bin ich genau das, nicht mehr und nicht weniger.
Am Abend geht sie heim, zieht mich aus und hängt mich über eine Wäscheleine zum trocknen, verlässt mich und die Nacht zieht ein.

Okay, denke ich mir, das war ein unglaubliches Erlebnis, daran werde ich in vielen Jahren noch denken.

Ich hatte keinen Plan wie ich richtig ich damit lag, denn am nächsten Morgen erwache ich noch immer auf der Wäscheleine hängend, dann nimmt sie mich
herunter und das Spiel beginnt von vorne. Die Tage vergehen und irgendwann zieht sie mich nicht an sondern packt mich in einen Koffer. Ihr Urlaub ist zu
Ende und sie fliegt heim.

Längst ist die Ernüchterung eingekehrt, ihr Körper ist noch immer wunderschön, doch es ist nur noch frustrierend, ich kann mich nicht von alleine bewegen,
kann mich nicht unterhalten, liege nun in einer dunklen Schublade, verliere immer mehr den Glauben, das ich jemals in mein altes Leben zurückkehre... was
war das überhaupt....ich war ein Men.... ein Stück Stoff

Englisch:

A site called Clothes Transformation App catches my attention while browsing through the vastness of the Internet.
There's nothing here that doesn't exist, I think I say this to myself and call up the page.

I find 2 offers: Transformation Light: Click and let yourself in transform a garment of your choice, You can just feel what it feels like to be a
piece of material.

Full experiment: Click here if you want the total If you want to have an experience, you will be transformed into a piece of clothing that female
users choose, be worn and experience like it feels like it's around a woman's body nestle.
Well, if so – then yes, then right, I think to myself and decide the full experiment. As soon as I press enter, my vision goes black. I wake up to
a painful twinge, a sewing machine pounding on me body one. I want to scream, but I don't hear a scream escape. A short time later the torture
ends. A few hands grab me, pack me into a box, others Clothes land on me, it gets dark and then I hear the sound of the box is locked and loaded.

The box with me is unloaded and opened for what feels like an eternity, the pressure on me becomes smaller, then a hand grabs me again, hangs me
on a hanger and sorts me me on the clothes rail. I feel light as a feather, I can hear, I can feel, an interesting experience, that's where I am
excited to see what happens next.

I don't have to wait long for this, footsteps sound, voices in a language that is foreign to me, dimmed light, apparently I can also see.

Suddenly A hand grabs me, I smell perfume and am held in front of a body. The Person seems happy because I end up in their shopping cart.
She's still going in a little further through the store, buys a few more things, then I feel like I am placed on a table and hear a beeping sound
- I must have been sold and end up in one Shopping bag and she leaves the store with me. At some point she reaches her home, I land on soft ground
and hear her is in the shower. Shortly afterwards she grabs me and I feel her pulling me up.

I can see, horrified, how her butt gets closer and closer, then I disappear too already between her ass cheeks, her bottom welcomes me and hugs
me tightly I her body. Immediately the heat of her body washes over me and as she puts on the underwire pulling her shoulders,

I feel myself being stretched, wrapping myself tightly around her body, feel the tightness between her ass cheeks pushing me deeper with every
step press in. She leaves the apartment and approaches the pool, water rains down on me from above and I slide in even deeper, afraid that her
body will tear me apart, then jump she into the water and I think I'm drowning - I was transformed in her swimsuit. At some point she has had enough, leaves the pool, her fingers straighten my elastic band, then she lies down on the lounger and lets the sun dry her. I feel like I'm burning. The sun, the heat of her skin, her scent - it's all too much for me, the senses are on a roller coaster. I would love to know who she is, but what lady speaks with her swimsuit. To them, that's exactly what I am, nothing more and nothing less.

In the evening she goes home, undresses me and hangs me over a clothesline to dry, leaves me and night falls.

Okay, I think to myself, that was an incredible experience and I will remember it for many years to come. I had no idea how I was right,
because the next morning I wake up still hanging on the clothesline, then she takes me down and the game starts over. The days go by and at
some point she doesn't dress me but packs me in a suitcase.

Her vacation is over and she flies home. The disillusionment has long since set in, her body is still beautiful, but it's just frustrating,
I can't move on my own, I can't entertain myself, I'm now lying in a dark drawer, I'm losing more and more faith that I'll ever return to my old
life... what Was that even... I was a man... a piece of cloth

Description
Irgendwann hat sie genug, verlässt den Pool, ihre Finger ziehen meinen Gummizug gerade, dann legt sie sich auf die Liege und lässt sich von der Sonne trocknen. Ich habe das Gefühl zu verbrennen. Die Sonne, die Hitze ihrer Haut, ihr Duft - das ist alles zuviel für mich, die Sinne fahren Achterbahn.

Zu gerne würde ich wissen wer sie ist, doch welche Lady spricht schon mit ihrem Badeanzug. Für sie bin ich genau das, nicht mehr und nicht weniger.
Am Abend geht sie heim, zieht mich aus und hängt mich über eine Wäscheleine zum trocknen, verlässt mich und die Nacht zieht ein.

Okay, denke ich mir, das war ein unglaubliches Erlebnis, daran werde ich in vielen Jahren noch denken.

Ich hatte keinen Plan wie ich richtig ich damit lag, denn am nächsten Morgen erwache ich noch immer auf der Wäscheleine hängend, dann nimmt sie mich
herunter und das Spiel beginnt von vorne. Die Tage vergehen und irgendwann zieht sie mich nicht an sondern packt mich in einen Koffer. Ihr Urlaub ist zu
Ende und sie fliegt heim.

Längst ist die Ernüchterung eingekehrt, ihr Körper ist noch immer wunderschön, doch es ist nur noch frustrierend, ich kann mich nicht von alleine bewegen,
kann mich nicht unterhalten, liege nun in einer dunklen Schublade, verliere immer mehr den Glauben, das ich jemals in mein altes Leben zurückkehre... was
war das überhaupt....ich war ein Men.... ein Stück Stoff

Englisch:

A site called Clothes Transformation App catches my attention while browsing through the vastness of the Internet.
There's nothing here that doesn't exist, I think I say this to myself and call up the page.

I find 2 offers: Transformation Light: Click and let yourself in transform a garment of your choice, You can just feel what it feels like to be a
piece of material.

Full experiment: Click here if you want the total If you want to have an experience, you will be transformed into a piece of clothing that female
users choose, be worn and experience like it feels like it's around a woman's body nestle.
Well, if so – then yes, then right, I think to myself and decide the full experiment. As soon as I press enter, my vision goes black. I wake up to
a painful twinge, a sewing machine pounding on me body one. I want to scream, but I don't hear a scream escape. A short time later the torture
ends. A few hands grab me, pack me into a box, others Clothes land on me, it gets dark and then I hear the sound of the box is locked and loaded.

The box with me is unloaded and opened for what feels like an eternity, the pressure on me becomes smaller, then a hand grabs me again, hangs me
on a hanger and sorts me me on the clothes rail. I feel light as a feather, I can hear, I can feel, an interesting experience, that's where I am
excited to see what happens next.

I don't have to wait long for this, footsteps sound, voices in a language that is foreign to me, dimmed light, apparently I can also see.

Suddenly A hand grabs me, I smell perfume and am held in front of a body. The Person seems happy because I end up in their shopping cart.
She's still going in a little further through the store, buys a few more things, then I feel like I am placed on a table and hear a beeping sound
- I must have been sold and end up in one Shopping bag and she leaves the store with me. At some point she reaches her home, I land on soft ground
and hear her is in the shower. Shortly afterwards she grabs me and I feel her pulling me up.

I can see, horrified, how her butt gets closer and closer, then I disappear too already between her ass cheeks, her bottom welcomes me and hugs
me tightly I her body. Immediately the heat of her body washes over me and as she puts on the underwire pulling her shoulders,

I feel myself being stretched, wrapping myself tightly around her body, feel the tightness between her ass cheeks pushing me deeper with every
step press in. She leaves the apartment and approaches the pool, water rains down on me from above and I slide in even deeper, afraid that her
body will tear me apart, then jump she into the water and I think I'm drowning - I was transformed in her swimsuit. At some point she has had enough, leaves the pool, her fingers straighten my elastic band, then she lies down on the lounger and lets the sun dry her. I feel like I'm burning. The sun, the heat of her skin, her scent - it's all too much for me, the senses are on a roller coaster. I would love to know who she is, but what lady speaks with her swimsuit. To them, that's exactly what I am, nothing more and nothing less.

In the evening she goes home, undresses me and hangs me over a clothesline to dry, leaves me and night falls.

Okay, I think to myself, that was an incredible experience and I will remember it for many years to come. I had no idea how I was right,
because the next morning I wake up still hanging on the clothesline, then she takes me down and the game starts over. The days go by and at
some point she doesn't dress me but packs me in a suitcase.

Her vacation is over and she flies home. The disillusionment has long since set in, her body is still beautiful, but it's just frustrating,
I can't move on my own, I can't entertain myself, I'm now lying in a dark drawer, I'm losing more and more faith that I'll ever return to my old
life... what Was that even... I was a man... a piece of cloth