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This is a concept from my TF Blog that I realized I never brought over to here.

The basics are this:
15% of the world's population was instantly turned into inanimate objects through unknown means
These objects can be as simple as clothes or as complex as entire cars; they just have to be inanimate
The objects can only talk for a few weeks after the incident before it becomes more challenging, and they inevitably stop talking after a few months (with some exceptions)
Feel free to use this concept and use the comments of this post to suggest some things for it!

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Ever since the Great Inanimation, my relationship with my fiancée has been... awkward, to say the least. We weren't the only couples affected; with fifteen percent of the world turned into inanimate objects, everyone was affected somewhat. She was turned into a bikini, a lucky transformation if you ask me, and luckily for us, she was in my size, so I could at least keep her close to me.

Things were weird for the first few weeks after the Great Inanimation, but we could still talk, and I may or may not have done some things while wearing her. I would wear her around our apartment, watch tv together, and try to live as close to our previous life as possible. However, as time passed, it became harder and harder for her to speak. Soon, our conversations became very one-sided, and eventually, I was essentially talking to myself. It took only a few months for all transformed to become silent, with only a few being able to speak through convoluted means because of what they were transformed into; my fiancée was not one of them. I can still feel her move around slightly when I wear her, so at least I know she's still alive in her current form.

Some people have asked me if I'd ever try to find another woman, but I honestly don't think I could. My fiancée might be nothing but fabric now, but she's still herself in my eyes. I wear her whenever I can, be it as underwear, around the house, or for her intended purpose. The only issue would be not having her as an additional source of income, but the government checks sent to people like me are enough to fulfill that role. The only thing I could think of that would be a reason to find someone else would be for sex, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I still love my fiancée, and I know she still loves me, even if she can't say it out loud.

Description
This is a concept from my TF Blog that I realized I never brought over to here.

The basics are this:
15% of the world's population was instantly turned into inanimate objects through unknown means
These objects can be as simple as clothes or as complex as entire cars; they just have to be inanimate
The objects can only talk for a few weeks after the incident before it becomes more challenging, and they inevitably stop talking after a few months (with some exceptions)
Feel free to use this concept and use the comments of this post to suggest some things for it!

Source

Text:

Ever since the Great Inanimation, my relationship with my fiancée has been... awkward, to say the least. We weren't the only couples affected; with fifteen percent of the world turned into inanimate objects, everyone was affected somewhat. She was turned into a bikini, a lucky transformation if you ask me, and luckily for us, she was in my size, so I could at least keep her close to me.

Things were weird for the first few weeks after the Great Inanimation, but we could still talk, and I may or may not have done some things while wearing her. I would wear her around our apartment, watch tv together, and try to live as close to our previous life as possible. However, as time passed, it became harder and harder for her to speak. Soon, our conversations became very one-sided, and eventually, I was essentially talking to myself. It took only a few months for all transformed to become silent, with only a few being able to speak through convoluted means because of what they were transformed into; my fiancée was not one of them. I can still feel her move around slightly when I wear her, so at least I know she's still alive in her current form.

Some people have asked me if I'd ever try to find another woman, but I honestly don't think I could. My fiancée might be nothing but fabric now, but she's still herself in my eyes. I wear her whenever I can, be it as underwear, around the house, or for her intended purpose. The only issue would be not having her as an additional source of income, but the government checks sent to people like me are enough to fulfill that role. The only thing I could think of that would be a reason to find someone else would be for sex, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I still love my fiancée, and I know she still loves me, even if she can't say it out loud.