Tf'ed for a commercial

On one average afternoon you where checking your email inbox when you noticed a Email from a underwear company. They were asking for people to star in an upcoming commercial. The pay seemed good and you where free on the day they where shooting, so you decided to give it a shot.

When the day came, you felt both excitement and anxiety to be staring in a underwear commercial of all things. But alas, you had agreed to do the commercial. So off you went.

Walking into the building, you where greeted by a friendly woman at the front desk, who guided you to a back office looking room with 3 other people in there. “He’s all yours, bye” she said and left. There was a man in a suit, and what seemed to be a couple who was also here for the commercial.

“Right then, glad you are all here for your individual shots. Now I need you two to answer this list of questionnaires, and I need you to sign this paper to make sure you are properly compensated.” He said as he handed the you and the couple clipboards with paperwork on it.

The papers you where handed seemed standard for modeling contract. So after a quick read through, you signed your name and handed the contract back to the man. At the same time the couple handed back their clipboard.

“Wonderful, now you two, said you sometimes use marijuana? That will fit perfectly with a pair of under we have. Let’s see what they look like.” The man said as he pulled out a purple vial of powder. Wordlessly he then uncapped it and tossed the substance onto you.

Your body suddenly starts changing in reaction to the powder, your skin turns cloth with marijuana leafs, you slip at the torso and end up as a pair of men and women’s underwear on the chair.

To your shock, nobody in the room seemed to care, they couple just picked you up, thanked the man, and exited the room.

No matter what you tried, you could not communicate with the man or woman, you could only watch in horror as they both walked into dress stalls and changed into you. You could taste and smell both of their crotches, it was awful.

You watched as the shoot went along, as they posed for the camera and flaunted you off. By the time they where done, hours had passed. You felt as though their crotch sent was ingrained in your fabric.

They walked back to the office with the businessman from earlier. “Wonderful work people, and as for you underwear, this is your life now. Hope you enjoy it.” He said addressing you directly.

The couple put their clothes back on (with you still on underneath) and left. Everything was muffled and smelly from your perspective. All you could hope for is that this random couple would take pity on you and turn you back. Although feeling a hand start rubbing you into the woman’s crotch left you with doubt…