Head First into being Leggings

Lynn walked casually on her treadmill, getting in a nice workout as she continued to exercise. Unaware that her leggings were having the strangest experience of their lifetime. Having accidentally ended up as an article of this woman’s clothes.

Sarah is new to the world of transformations, this whole circumstance happening to her just a few hours ago. When she wandered into her local Tf store. In part to find a good gift for her brother, but also out of a deep curiosity for the subject. Having never been exposed to the products before.

Stepping in was a marvel to her. The clothes and objects which were once people caught her attention the most.

“Why would anybody willingly sell themselves to a stranger as an object?” She thought as she walked past a row of dresses, all formerly a bunch of jocks according to their tags.

Eventually she moved past the large amounts of underwear being sold onto a section with pants. Combining through she was searching for a pair that would be a nice fit. When something caught her eye in the pockets of a pair; a vial of purple powder. She went to grab it, but fumbled when retrieving it. Sending the vial crashing to the floor, where the purple dust quickly enveloped her.

Sarah felt as the transformation took hold, weightlessly she fell to the ground. Her vision now affixed to the inside of her own body. Now a tight stretch of polyester and nylon. Movement was no longer in the cards for her, nor was speaking. Silently the girl turned pants laid on the floor of the Tf store.

She laid in waiting until an employee finally found her. She was free! Or so she thought. Sarah felt as her body was easily scooped up, examined, and brought to the back. Where she could hear the conversation between the pimple faced teen who found her and his manager.

“Hey, found some product without a tag.“

“Ugh, again? Put them on the shelf and set a 30 day turn back period. If nobody buys within the week we’ll just use some product & ask them.”

Sarah was promptly put back on the shelf. Desperately trying to get anybody to notice how she was stuck here. A pretty pair of leggings now ready to be sold.

It would be over 24 hours before she was bought, in that time she reflected on the conversation she overheard. “30 day turn back period?” Does this mean she would turn back after 30 days? She hoped that’s what it meant, but before she knew it, the store was open and she was getting looked at by some lady.

Lynn was in the business for some person-turned clothes. Surfing through the options before her eyes landed on a pair without the usual tag contained information about the Tf’ed person. Instead this one read:

“Warning; due to missing information, this product has a 30 day turn back timer. Should this product be anything other than a participant of the “Tf’s For Sale” program, they will return to normal after 30 days. Should this happen, you are entitled to financial compensation for this product.”

Lynn considered this strange, but probably the store just lost their information. “No way anybody could actually end up as these accidentally” she thought as she walked out the store, Sarah in hand.

Sarah was initially put into a closet upon reaching her owners home. For her it was hard to tell what was happening, her perspective locked inside herself. A few days would pass, but for Sarah it felt like a few hours tops. Time flows faster from the perspective of a pair of leggings.

A flood of light had entered where she was hung by Lynn, taken off the hanger she was precariously placed on. Sarah felt as Lynn lowered her to the ground, stepping into her without hesitation.

To Sarah it was shockingly delightful, she clung to Lynn’s legs, the warmth of her skin radiated into Sarah. Making her feel comfortable in this strange circumstance she ended up in. Every twitch and inch of skin that rubbed up against her was a tease, gently soothing her as Lynn finished dressing for the workout.

To Lynn, this was a pretty comfortable pair of leggings. Ones that would do well for her workout today.

Sarah felt overwhelmed as the treadmill started up, her owners' legs striding back and forth muddling her mind with satisfaction. (Note: This section has been removed due to Patreon Policy)

Lynn continued with her workout, getting good cardio in as she mentally remarked how nicely these pants fit her and felt. By the end, Lynn had never felt so satisfied with finishing a workout. Sliding a blissful Sarah off she remarked “you know, I think you’ve just become my favorite pair. I think I’m gonna use you every day from now on. Mkay?” Before then tossing her into the laundry pile.

Sarah was in heaven, she assumed this would be a romp into a stranger's workout attire. But as she felt her perspective of time quicken in the absence of her owner, she could only hope it wouldn’t be too long until the next workout~