"Come on Amy, let's play some Mario kart already. You've been in your room all day" Finley said, standing over my desk as I worked away.
"Listen I can't. These final exam grades are due tonight. I have to get them graded and entered into the system" I said, putting down my pen and rubbing my temples.
"Not even for like thirty minutes?" Finley tried to negotiate but I wouldn't budge.
"No I already told you, listen let's just plan to play tomorrow is that so bad? I mean im a teacher, im swamped with work right now" I let out a yawn.
"Yeah yeah whatever. You just use being a teacher as an excuse to get out of stuff. Always claiming you're working hard or too tired because of your job." Finley was annoyed at this point.
"Teaching is a hard, thankless job Finley. Maybe if you spent some time in a teacher's shoes you'd understand what im talking about" I replied, Finley sighed and walked out.
"I'll be back to see if you change your mind anyways" Finley said on the way out, leaving me to my grading.
I sighed. Finley was a good friend, but she just didn't understand my job really. She was a freelance artist, so she wasn't used to a strict job with rigid deadlines and practices. But maybe a quick lesson could help Finley understand. I mean it wasn't the worst idea ever. Plus, I knew enough burned-out teachers who wouldn't mind a short vacation for a week or so. So, after a few emails I got permission to turn Finley into a copy of one of the other teachers at my school.
Finley plopped down and began playing Mario Kart, unaware of my devious plans. As she played her body slowly began to shift. Her scraggy green hair began to lose its dyed color, instead becoming black down to the root. Finley's hair styled itself into a messy bob, but the hair was silkier and more taken care of. Finley's skin lost blemishes, scars and hair to become smooth and creamy. Finley's eyes turned soft brown, framed by longer lashes. As Finley focused on the game, her face restructured, softer and more feminine. Satisfying plump lips were soon licked by Finley, who was too distracted by a green shell that had just hit her into a banana peel. Finley's body began to slim and narrow down, losing pesky fat. Thin arms, and now small dainty hands with soft pink nails. Finley's HRT boobs began to grow out into a larger size, growing cup by cup into perky D cups. Finley's waist narrowed down, stomach losing weight to become a flat, toned tummy. Finley finally noticed something when with a loud snap, her hips widened.
"Huh...?" Finley looked down "Wait my boobs grew! Awesome!" Finley dropped her control as fat rushed to her bum, growing out each cheek to an enticing, jiggly size. "Damn im looking hawt!" Finley joked, throwing in a bit of a valley girl voice for fun. Standing up she inspected her body more. Her thighs thickened a bit, and legs slimmed down. But with a pop, Finley's cock reverted into a warm pair of lips. "Ooo~ that felt nice~" Finley cooed. She didn't however notice her body aging, slowly yet surely gaining wrinkles. She did notice by the time her body felt tired, just from doing absolutely nothing. Finley stood in her living room. Her mind was racing with new thoughts as knowledge of various math formulas and student grades and charts rushed into her mind. Her brain was shifting to match that of an overworked math teacher! "Wait im becoming a teacher... gosh darnit Amy!"
"Okay... while I am happy im a girl, no way im letting Amy get away with this shit" Finley decided for her next course of action. Revenge of course, but also to make Amy turn her back. So after grabbed something special she headed up to Amy's room bursting through the door.
"Listen Finley I already said..." I swiveled around in my chair to see my colleague, pouting furiously. I couldn't help but smirk.
"Care to explain this? Why the hell did you make me some old teacher!" Finley pouted, crossing her arms underneath her more prominent chest.
"Old? You're like 30 at most Finley. And the whole reason I did this was to teach you a lesson." I explained. "I'll be able to change you back at the end of the week."
"A week!? A whole week of having to teach stupid kids' math!" Finley was clearly upset. But I figured she would be.
"Yeah well you kinda deserve this for always talking down on teachers. I mean you never respect my job and all the hours I have to put in." I explained, but Finley was having none of it.
"If you won't turn me back I'll just force you too!" Finley took out a little baggy of glitter and tossed it all over me.
"Really? You glitter bombed me?" I was confused.
"Yeah! Ha take that! I took that from my art supplies. Now there will be glitter all over your desk forever!" Finley let out a maniacal laugh. "No matter how hard you clean, you'll keep finding glitter! Now turn me back!"
"Umm Finley..." I began to feel a tingle across my entire body. "Are you sure this is glitter?"
"Yeah im pretty sure. Why? You're trying to get out of turning me back! I won't let you!" Finley blocked my door, but considering the tingling in my body that was going to be the least of my worries.
"Finley! You oaf! This isn't glitter its powder! TF powder! Where did you even get this?" I hunched over, the tingling growing stronger and stronger.
"Umm I'm pretty sure it was just in this bulk box of glitter I bought" Finley rubbed the back of her neck.
"Go find the reversal powder-!" I called out, my voice failing me as I began to feel the changes occur across my body. My skin began to darken and darken, beyond any natural human color to a deep pitch black. I ran my fingers over my skin, instead of feeling the warmth of human skin, I felt silky fabric. God... Finely was turning me into clothes! My body fell out of my chair, collapsing down on the floor as I began to restrict and shrink down in size. Arms and legs both began to wrap in and slink back into my body. My cock a proud tool had become nothing but flattened black fabric, with a little pink bow on top. I was hyperventilating. I'm just glad Finley had gone of the room to find the reversal powder. Having her watching this, me becoming nothing more than panties, would have been embarrassing.
My legs were now completely gone, holes, just hollow holes in their place. But now my entire upper body was slinking down into my waist. Fighting it was useless; TF powder could only be reversed by reversal powder and who knew where Finley had put it. Away and away my body withered sinking back into my waist area. With one last gulp of air, my head and face sank into the fabric, my face luckily settling on the outside of the panties, but I couldn't tell where just yet. And with that all that was left was a simple black pair of panties sitting on the floor.
Sitting there, motionless was jarring. Everything around me was so big, and I a tiny pair of immovable fabric. Finley walked in, her steps booming as she carried a massive box of something.
"Amy? Where are you?" she ask placing down her box then glancing down to the floor. "Dang Amy was holding out on me these are cute!" Finley effortlessly picked me up and sniffed me. "Dang they're fresh. Oh well looks like I got some new panties~"
"Finley! God dammit!" I cried out, the voice just ringed out in my form and fell on deaf ears. Things went from bad to worse when Finley dropped her own panties and stuck her legs into my holes. I felt an internal shudder as my silky body glided up her legs and then was secured snuggly around her hips.
"Finley! Im still in here!" I shouted, causing Finley to jump.
"Woah! Amy you can still talk? Awesome!" Finley wiggled herself into me, forcing me closer up into her folds and butt.
"Stop that! Listen just get the reversal powder and I'll turn you back! I can't exactly turn you back like this!" I groaned, hating that somehow this was pleasureful.
"Hehe... well umm... there's an issue" Finley plopped down on my bed and spread her legs, giving me breathing room.
"An issue? What did you do?!" H-How long was I going to be stuck as Finley's panties?
"Okay so the glitter I bought was a bulk box of one thousand packets... so it'll be a while before I can find the reversal powder, if its even there" Finley blushed in embarrassment.
"WHAT!? Finley you've got to be kidding me!" Great. Just great. Looks like i'll be stuck like this for the foreseeable future... hugging my owner- err Finley's body.
"And I guess I'll have to actually teach, considering you can't exactly make money as panties now can you" Finley figured. "And I got the knowledge for it thanks to you after all"
"Yeah, but do you have to exactly... wear me right now?" I was already way too snug onto Finley's body, way more than I had ever wanted.
"Duh! I can't lose track of you! If I did I'd never find you or be able to talk to you. So you're gonna stay on a lot!" Finley sprawled out on my bed.
"For fucks sake... just wash me often please... or I will get you back..." I groaned being stretched out by Finley's cheeks.
Unluckily Finley was telling the truth. She wore me all day every day, through her long days of teaching in a hot classroom that was seemingly always running the heater. I had never truly felt what hot and stuffy meant until I was forced to be underneath Finley's skirt for 12 hours straight. And while she usually washed me in the evenings, there were those times when Finley felt the true weight of being a teacher and collapsed asleep as soon as she got home. But after days and days, going into months and months before I was eventually turned back, Finley finally finding the reversal powder. I planned on turning Finley back, but during those months she actually grew to love teaching, and so we became the school's cute teacher couple! At least one lesson was learned. Well maybe. Just next time you wish to teach your gf a lesson maybe don't TG them and just talk to them.
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