Object transformation: My college professors panties

Miss Barnaby, my college professor, is quite smoking hot. There isn’t a guy in our class that doesn’t have a thing for her. Even though she’s quite young and only a couple years older than us, we all know we don’t have a chance. She takes her job seriously and loves her career, and wouldn’t jeopardize it by having a fling with one of her students. Of course that hasn’t stopped some of the more attractive men in our class.

Each time one of them tries, they’re met with a cold icy stare from her big beautiful blue eyes. I’m not nearly as attractive as those guys, so if I tried it would just be insulting to her, I’d probably even get expelled. I was sitting in my dorm room one day with my room Clyde. I brought up the topic of Miss Barnaby to him, and of course he laughed, calling me delusional. Letting me know I didn’t stand a chance with her.

Nothing I didn’t already know. I just wanted to be with her, I didn’t care how. All I need is one day with her and I think I could move on. My roommate looked at me annoyed, but then pulled a book out from under his bed. He flipped through it until he seemingly found the page he needed. He grabbed his notebook and wrote something down on it. He ripped it out of the notebook and handed it to me. I looked it over and it was clearly gibberish.

He could tell I was confused and began to explain what it was. Apparently his grandmother was a witch, and she had given him her old spell book so he could learn and practice magic, then he casted a fire magic to prove it was real. He then explained the spell he handed me would allow me to possess an object of hers, all I had to do was sneak into her house and pick an item like a piece of clothing, then my wish of being close to her would be fulfilled.

I let him know that was incredibly weird, but he then called me weird. He said I had a weird perverted obsession with her, so I might as well fully embrace it and get it over with. I looked at him, then back down to the spell. I asked him how I turned back, and he said someone would have to say the spell backwards to release me. He agreed to do it, as long as it helps get me through this awful phase so he can get some peace.

He also made it very clear I would have to take a picture of what I plan to turn into and send it to him, or else he wouldn’t be able to find me and turn me back. I added everything to the page so I wouldn't forget. Later that night I snuck into Miss Barnaby’s house, which was surprisingly easy thanks to her leaving her windows unlocked. I made my way to her bedroom and began rummaging through her stuff, trying to find a good object to turn into.

I was about to pick one of the skirts she normally wears to class, but I saw she already had an outfit picked for tomorrow. So if I want her to wear me, I have to pick from the clothes she plans to wear. I go over and pick the skirt from the pile and send a picture of it to Clyde. I pulled the spell from my pocket and began to recite it while holding onto the skirt. As I was finishing up I heard the voice of a woman walk into the house.

I began to panic and I dropped the skirt as I finished the spell. My body began to disappear and I reached down to grab the skirt to assure I was put into it, but my body quickly vanished and I ended up in the closest item. When My vision and hearing adjusted to my new form, I saw a woman who wasn’t Miss Barnaby enter. She looked around the room and shrugged. I guess she must have heard me and came to investigate.

Luckily I finished the spell, now all I have to do is wait until morning and I’ll get to be nice and close to My wonderful Miss Barnaby. Miss Barnaby came in to get ready for bed, placing me on her bathroom sink, and heading to bed. It was a long night, a long boring night. Being a piece of clothing not being used is awful. I can’t move, I can’t speak and I’m in a dark  bathroom, so I can’t see as well. I also don’t have a body anymore, so I don’t need to sleep, so I’m just alone for hours.

Morning comes and Miss Barnaby gets up and showers, which was one hell of a show, suddenly my long painful night had become worth it as I watched a well endowed beauty with flawless skin and an amazing figure clean herself. She got out, grabbed a towel and began to dry herself while standing right on top of me. She wrapped the towel around her boobs and waist and pulled out her hair dryer, then she slowly dried and styled her hair.

Once she finished she picked up her bra and put it on, slipping her nice tits into each side, then she put on her button up blouse and began to button it. I was eagerly awaiting her to slip on her panties, so I could get a mental photo of her tight panties hugging her private parts. She picked me up next, which was a bit of a surprise. I suppose when you wear a skirt the order of when you put your underwear on doesn't matter. When she turned me around to put me on I realized there was a major problem.

Still on the sink was the skirt I was supposed to turn into, which meant I had accidentally turned into her underwear. Now honestly it's a much better thing to be, since her slipping her legs through me and stretching me felt so amazing. Plus Clyde never mentioned being able to taste while turned into an object, and boy am I getting a nice taste of Miss Barnaby. If I didn’t think of myself as a pervert before, I sure do now. It was actually really amazing except for one problem.

Yeah, Clyde thinks I’m a skirt, not a pair of panties. So when he comes to get me back, he’ll grab the wrong item and fail to make the reverse spell work. So I pretty much just set my fate as a pair of panties. Miss Barnaby makes her way to the school and into class. After an hour the room fills with my classmates, including Cylde. Lucky for me, Miss Barnaby wears very short skirts, so every once in a while I’m able to get a look of the world around me.

I did everything I could to try and get Clyde's attention, but what I could do was basically nothing. I was hoping he would get some magical signal I was in distress and be able to help, but I don’t think that's even a thing. So I spent the day, rubbing up against Miss Barnaby and going everywhere she went, which felt like everywhere. I swear in between classes this woman runs marathons, or at least she sweats like she is.

I was completely soaked with sweat, and of course getting a mouth full of it. Which is gross but also kinda sexy. Once all my classmates left for the day, Miss Barnaby sat at her desk and began to grade the day's papers. So hours pass as we sit there, her busy with work and me busy drying all the sweat she worked so hard to fill me with. The sun had long gone down before we finally headed back for her home.

She walks in and greets the woman I had seen before. The two of them share a nice long kiss, and as you can guess my heart breaks in two. I guess that's the real reason she never seemed interested in anyone's advances, she was a lesbian. I guess that was all I needed to move on and lose interest in her, as now all I want to do is return to normal. She heads to the bedroom and removes me and tosses me into her laundry basket.

She gets pajamas on and heads to the kitchen to presumably have dinner with her girlfriend. Clyde comes sneaking in through the same window I had used the night before and began to sift through the basket I was in. I once again tried to scream to him as he pulled the skirt out. He smiled and dropped the rest of the clothes. He began to talk to it thinking I was inside it. He asked me if I had a good day and stuffed the skirt into his bag. 

He climbed out the window and was gone, and I was now stuck as was my Professor's sexy white panties. I sat there for days, as she piled up more and more clothes on top of me, before laundry day finally came. It was actually quite pleasant being cleaned, but the taste of soap is awful, but the scent is amazing. I folded and slipped into her dresser. From there I sat under a pile of other panites until it was my turn to be worn again.

That was my life, for months, maybe years, until one day she got a little too frisky with her now wife and they two ripped me in half. Mrs. Barnaby’s wife thought it was cute and used me as a rag for a while. Then I was donated to a business that recycles old clothes and makes new ones from the scraps. They used all of my pieces to make new underwear, and I was once again a nice new pair of panties. Now I’m on display waiting to be bought, and when I do, it’ll all start again.