Hey guys! Just got back from Yellowstone and Tetons, and have tons of cap ideas. I do have a few stories in mind too, and may make a page devoted to stories. Thanks everyone, TFTM

 

So me and my husband had been married for a few years when we heard about this new tranformation company. We were skeptical at first, especially when they said that people could be turned into inanimate objects and stuff, but we thought we'd give it a try. He agreed he'd become my nightie for a month, and then I'd become something of his for a month. So we got there, he was escorted to the back, and then a few hours later they gave me this silky nightgown and claimed it was my husband! They let me listen to this device that allowed me to hear his thoughts, and he said he just couldn't wait to be worn. Before we left, the lady at the desk asked if we wanted to get him neuraled, which would mean he would think like a nightgown. I said nah, and took him home and a had a great time that night, but really missing my husband since I couldn't hear him. After a week, I went back to the company to talk to my husband, and he said he'd had the most amazing time ever! He said he wanted to get neuraled, and told me he didn't mind to stay like this for the rest of the month, or even year! So we had him neuraled, and now all he ever thinks about is being worn, and he doesn't know he ever used to be human. As for me, I and my second husband are just now celebrating our first anniversary, but I think he just read something about transformations in the paper, and wants to try it out. Hehe

  

Rick: "That's right baby, take it off"

Boobs: No! You can't do this hun, I may be your boobs, but I'm your husband! Don't do this to me

Rick: "That's right, bring those girls to papa" 

Boobs: No! You just have sex with another man while I'm your boobs.......wait...feels to good! Don't stop!

Wife: Oh yeah, keep massaging them. I have a feeling they're loving it *snicker*

Boobs: Ohhh.......

   

Honey, I agreed to be your bikini top for one season, not two! 

"I know but you told me how much you loved it, so I figured you wouldn't mind a second." 

I do love it, hun, but I'm afraid I'll never turn back

"You will...eventually *snicker*. Now shut up bikini, I have to play ball" 

Bikini? Don't you even know my name...wait....I don't even know my name! Hun, this is bad, I need to turn back quick!

  

Why am I washing my car in a bikini, you ask? Quite a long story, but this car used to be my boyfriend. So I figured since I'm coming out here to do it, I might as well put something on for him, and this was his favorite bikini for me to wear. How is that possible? Just check out the TF companies popping up everywhere. For like two hundred bucks you can turn into just about anything. You can even merge with people, or get your brain altered to think that you are what your turned into. Just like my boyfriend. He thinks he's a car now, and so that way he's happy, and I'm happy cause I can keep him forever, and he doesn't care. You want to be a car now, too? Don't worry, there's plenty in this garage for two! Don't worry about a thing, the TF's on me. 

 

Oh my god, what the heck is going on? I...I can't move. Wait, there's John. Dammit, why can't I move! He's...he's coming towards me. John, I can't move!! Please...please help. 

"Hello darling" 

What the heck is wrong with me?? 

 

"Oh...it must be wonderful to be in your position. I wish I know what you were thinking, I really do. But sadly, dollies can't talk"

 

Dollies? Wait...I'm a...a doll? That's impossible. Wait! Stop unzipping your pants

 

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy this" 

 

Stop!!! Please, your....Ohhhhhhhh.....soooo.....so good. Damn, and he's only just touched me....but it feels so good. Please use me...just do it quick. Stop!! Why am I thinking like this

 

"Just enjoy the moment, hun" 

 

Yes master...John..........mmmmmmmm...... 

  

Ughh! This is so hard. My ex girlfriend invited me to her wedding, and when I came she turned me into her corset. She keeps tightening me around her waist, tighter and tighter, and her large breasts keep pressing against me, and the tighter I am, the harder it is to hold them. Finally, she stopped tightening me. Here comes the dress, and now I can't see. I can feel her walking down the aisle, and I can hear the music, and then she kisses him. If hadn't been such a fool, it could've been me up there, and not down here.