From the Diary of Daniel Jones #4

December 3, 2002
I spent forever in her suitcase, unable to move or see anything. It was complete darkness...and emptiness. I felt rejected almost, and helpless. I was unable to do anything. But then the light spilled into the suitcase, and Jenny was staring down at me.
"Why, hello there" she said. "I bet you feel sad and lonely cooped up in there. I think it's time for a new form" she snapped her fingers, and I began to change shape. I shrank down to a very, very small size, and my form diminished into a small circle. I felt so small and insignificant, which I got the feeling is what she wanted. She grabbed me with her huge hands, and stretched me out so far I would've screamed in pain. Then she gathered her hair into a ponytail, and snapped me around hit. Her hair was so...so soft. I didn't think I'd get such a reaction when I touch her hair, but I did. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was actually kind of nice. I could feel, smell, and taste her hair. And the odd thing was, I liked it.
Finally able to see things happening, I could tell that we weren't at my house anymore. I guess I was at her cousin's house or something. She was talking with some other girl a little younger than her, and they were laughing about something that I tried not to listen to. Something about some guy that Jenny met. So I contentedly wrapped myself around her hair, and sank in the smell and taste of her soft hair. The rest of the day, well, I don't remember much of the rest of the day. It was hard to see what was going on from where I was. And everything I heard was a woman's conversation, nothing interesting. But I wasn't bored...it was a...job I guess you'd say, stretched across a girl's ponytail, holding it together. But even though it was a task, it was worth it. It was so comfortable, and nobody would ever know I was there. At the end of the day, Jenny was in the bathroom, taking her ear rings off. She took me off, and sat me on the counter.
"Enjoy today?" she asked.
Yeah, I thought. Of course, she didn't hear me. And now I replayed the whole day in my mind, sitting there in the dark, the whole night.....

From the Diary of Daniel Jones #3

December 2, 2002
I had been hanging on the shower pole all night. I was having a hard time admitting it to myself, but I did want to be worn. I felt so empty, so...useless when I wasn't. Then I saw light stream into the room, as Jenny came into the bathroom.
"Good morning" she said. "We're leaving today." Then I realized. If they were leaving, and she took me...then I'd never get back here. I'd be hers forever...never getting to see my family or friends ever again. I tried to move, but to no avail. She grabbed me, and tossed me into a bag of clothes that I assumed were dirty. After a few minutes of her taking her shower, she picked up the bag I was in, and she brought me to our laundry room. I was tossed into the washer, and the lid was shut. I was in complete darkness when I felt the water start to rise. I was spun around vigorously, but I could feel the dirt coming out of me. When I was taken out, I was surprised who I saw. My mother was lifting me up. I tried to say something, let her know it was me, but she didn't hear me. She through me in the dryer. I felt the heat inside. I was spun around even more vigorously, and I was heated up. After what seemed like hours, I was taken out. I was warm and clean. It was a nice sensation to feel. I was taken into Jenny's room with a bunch of other clothes.
"There you are" Jenny said. "Ready to go?" She folded me, and put me in her suitcase. And for a long time, I was in darkness.

Wrapped around her

What happened?! Howard thought.
"You said you wanted to go swimming, didn't you?" his girlfriend asked.
Yes, but I feel so weird. And where are you?
"Right here" Howard thought he heard her voice coming from above him. He couldn't move, and he felt a giant weight on his back.
What is that on my back. It's so warm, but heavy. My whole body seems to be holding it up.
"That's my boobs" his girlfriend said. He tried to make the connection. He was a...a
What am I? Howard asked.
"Why, your my bikini top of course" came the reply.
Your what? I'm your bikini top? That's impossible. I...just can't wrap my mind around that.
"You don't have to" his girlfriend said, and he felt her boobs swaying back and forth as she walked. "All you have to do is wrap yourself around my breasts"

For just one moment

George was talking to his girlfriend one night, and he began to run his fingers through her hair.
"You like my hair?" she asked.
"Of course" George replied. Then George felt a weird tingle. He felt heat running through his body, and then he felt himself losing form. He was melting! But his girlfriend held up a bottle, and he was somehow being funneled into it, until his whole body liquefied into a gel type substance. He saw his girlfriend close the bottle, and carry the bottle into her bathroom. He was scared, but he got excited as his girlfriend started to strip. When she was nude, she stepped into the shower, and turned it on. After rinsing her body a few times, she grabbed the bottle George was in, and started to squirt some of him into her hand. George was terrified, as he was now liquid in the palm of his girlfriend's hair.
"This is your time" She said. She started rubbing him through her hair. He felt his whole self being scrubbed through each individual hair. He could feel the dirt coming off of it. He was her shampoo, cleansing her hair for her. He felt the pleasure. This was the best thing he had ever experienced. But as soon as it started, it was over. He felt water hitting him. He was slowly running down her back, getting closer to the drain.
"All for just one moment" his girlfriend said, "And then you are nothing" George ran down her butt, then her legs, and then he was going down the drain. He tried to say good bye to his girlfriend, but nothing came out. The best moment of his life...was his last.

Lipstick

Jim was getting the greatest excitement of his life, as he was stroked across his girlfriend's lips. He was constantly become aroused, and he could feel his hard cock as the tip of it caressed the beautiful lips. But after a few seconds, he calmed down. He felt his cock become normal again, as his girlfriend put the cap back on him. Now to wait until tomorrow...

Mine

Please! Turn me back! Don begged.
"No, we've already been over this" Mary said. "You had your chance...chances I should say. Now you are my nightgown. Don't worry, you'll learn to love it"
I will? Don asked.
"Of course. Like when I do this" Mary started rubbing her breast through Don.
That feels so....good
"Yes, I know. Now, relax my nightgown. Forget about your nasty life from before. All you are is mine. My nightgown"

From the Diary of Daniel Jones #2

December 1, 2002
Last night was crazy. Turned into a dress by some girl I hardly know, and now I'm hanging in the closet of our guest room. But it's kind of weird. I feel empty now, as if there's something missing. I want to be filled, but with what? I'm not sure, but I know I don't like being filled by this hanger. It's dark in here, and it's been hours since I've seen any light. I can hear stuff going on outside, but I can barely hear what they're saying.
"Oh, I'll be right there mom" I heard Jenny say. Light streamed into the closet.
"Good morning" she said cheerfully. Of course, I couldn't respond.
"You know, I don't need a dress quite that fancy today. We're just going to the park, you know." she said, smiling. "And I know you're dying to be worn, so I'll change you into something else." She snapped her fingers, and I felt my form changing. My skirt disappeared, and my arms got much shorter. I was no longer satin, but cotton. She took me off the hanger, and took off her nightgown. She then put me on, and I could feel her bra pushing against my head a little more than yesterday. I was tight, so I almost gripped her whole body. When she looked in the mirror, I saw her in just a normal T-Shirt and shorts.
"Now isn't that better?" she asked. Then she opened the door, and went running down our stairs. Her breasts bounced, and although I didn't have direct contact with them, I could feel the movement. It did feel nice to be worn though. So much nicer than being left in the closet all night. She got into the car with her family, and both of our families went to a park in town. They chatted for a long time, most of which I wasn't interested in (because I always heard the girl's conversation). After a couple of hours it started to rain. As drops hit me, I could feel the water soaking into my cotton. I began clinging tighter to Jenny's skin, and I got heavier. She ran to the car, her boobs bouncing violently. We got home, and everyone went to their rooms. Jenny took me off.
"Well, I'll have to let you dry off" she said, a disgusted look on her face. She through me over the side of the shower pole to dry. I sat there, the water dripping out of me. That feeling of emptiness came back. I hated it, but I couldn't help wishing to be worn again. I stayed there the whole night.