Inanimatefan1 - Inanimate TF

Look, I needed something to wear, and you two losers just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I tried to ask you some get-to-know-you questions, see if you had any important ambitions, hobbies, big goals… but you both couldn’t seem to come up with anything worthwhile, so I went ahead and decided to were good candidates to be transformed into my clothing. No one will miss you, and you’ll get much more out of life being trapped as my new shiny black tights and shiny black puffer coat. You two boys look fabulous. More than you ever did before, that’s for sure. Now get used to being stuck like this… at least you boys match, so I’ll wear you both and you can be together. Although later, I might hang you up, Jacket, and wear you to bed, all throughout the night, Tights. Hahahaha

Believe it or not, every item of clothing in my closet once used to be a man. I use my magic power to collect past lovers and hookups who have disappointed me. The shirts are all richer, older gentlemen, sugar daddies, and even some past boyfriends’ fathers. For pants, I usually use younger guys from Grindr who didn’t do too much wrong but were overall boring for me. My socks and shoes are all the pathetic cashfags and footslaves who have come to me over the years. My underwear are special. Sometimes I turn rude straight men who challenge my masculinity at bars and parties, into some nice briefs, like this pair I’m wearing now. And sometimes I turn willing men who swear they just can’t get enough of me, into my underwear. And I think I might give you that treatment. Unless you’d rather be something else. You haven’t let me down, I actually like you, which is more than I can say for most men I’ve fucked. But I think I’d like to add you to my collection. What would you say to that?

Red was always your favourite colour. No lie, it suit you. Suits me too…think i’ll keep you like this. Sorry, I do kinda stink to high hell, but what better way to mark you as mine, jogger.

All I need now is some matching trainers, I think your friend Jamie would look mint sucking at my feet. We wouldn’t want you feeling lonely as a piece of basic clothing, would we?

Phew, it’s hot as fuck today. You’ll do great at wicking the sweat from my legs an’ gulping at my moist fuckin’ arse this summer. Sweatpants. Ye that’s right dipshit, I’m gonna sag you around my crotch and show you off all month long! Hanging off my balls as I fuck another eager slut. The smell of cum staining your body.

You didn’t know I was gay before, did you? But hey, you will be too in time, it’s only inevitable when I made sure your new narrow vision would be squarely pointed at my tight smelly rear 24/7.

Try not go red in da face innit, oh wait. Haha!

"Your looking for your boyfriend Harry huh? Well we were playing a bit of basketball in the yard. Winner gets to turn the loser into whatever he wants. Your boyfriend lost. Huh? Your already huffing him huh? Well good thing you like him like this, I accidentally made it permanent"

This was Jakes boyfriend Harrys first time hearing he is permanently socks, and his boyfriend is huffing his damp fabric form. He knew he was fucked, permanently socks on his best friends rancid feet.