Dang it, I should've listened to him. He said she was no good. He said she was weird, and could do things to ya. I didn't listen, and now I have to pay for it. I knew she was weird, but she was pretty, nice, and all that. Well, at least she seemed that way, until today. We got into our first big fight, and she said something like "You don't know what I can do to you!" I of course didn't think anything of it. She started saying something in some weird language, and then I felt my body changing. In a matter of seconds, I felt my thin body falling lightly to the floor, and she scooped me up. She said she'd teach me, and she took off her shirt and shorts, and I felt her putting me on. It felt so weird, since she was inside of me. I now obviously figured out I was her dress, and she went out clubbing, dancing, and I felt my skirt flying around her hips, and her breasts bouncing around my head. When she got home, she fell asleep on the couch. She woke up, she started stroking me. "I'm so sorry!" she said. "Why does this always happen to me! Every time I find a good man, I turn him into something, and make the spell permanent. I'll never get married like this. I'm so sorry, I truly am!" I knew she truly was, but that didn't change the fact that I was still her dress. It's been years since then, and she's had several more boyfriends, and many more dresses, bras, panties, and other various clothing items have been added to her wardrobe. I don't think she remembers me anymore....oh I wish I were a man again!
