A calm, ordinary life is yours. You're no different than most regular people, but there's one difference: your fetish. The stories of humans being transformed into inanimate items, usually against their will, and most of the times, permanently. Their entire existence becomes total dependence on their new owner. They can no longer move, and are at anyone's mercy, without any means to protest...
You got off with these stories many times. Nothing turns you on as much as reading about a guy who got turned into a bra and gets worn everyday by her new owner, or a girl who ended up as a sex-toy for a secret lover to use and abuse...
And yet, deep down, you wish that it happened to you. To be robbed of your humanity and becoming a seemingly lifeless item. The ultimate submission. But it's impossible, you say, just a wet dream.
Another day of no news passes for you. You go to bed early, to prepare for another regular day at your job tomorrow. Although you're not the kind of person that dreams often, it happens this time.
A yellow, endless hall opens in front of you. Although there are no light sources, it's pretty bright. You cannot see whatever is at the end. You try to move forward, but then you realize you cannot move. You're frozen on a perfectly still position, not able to move in the slightest. You remain like this for who knows how long. It feels like days. But then, a figure starts walking from the end of the hall. It looks human, and, as it draws closer, you can tell she's a tall woman.
She doesn't stop walking towards you. Bit by bit, you start noticing her looks. The most obvious one: she's completely naked! Her figure can simply be described as perfect. D-cups adorn her chest, a round butt behind her statuesque hips, slender arms, smooth, tanned skin, green eyes, floor-dragging auburn hair closing her body...
It's not long until she's almost in front of you. Just then, you notice she wasn't walking towards you, but slightly to your right. She passes by your side without noticing you. As soon as she dissapears from your line of sight, you wake up.
You feel incredibly horny from the dream, though you manage to control yourself and go back to sleep. But the dream keeps repeating every day, every night. And each time, the woman seems to pass closer to you.
Despite being a fan of the genre, you never wrote any transformation stories, but decide to start now. Inspired by the events with the woman of your dreams, you make up a story. A person has the same dream as you, over and over again, until the woman appears in real life to this person. Without a word of warning, she casts a magic spell and transforms the person into a pair of earrings. She proceeds to cast another spell which erases it's old self from existence, erasing any memories of it, including itself, and she continues her way. The earrings now live happily, pierced forever into the inmortal woman's ears.
Proud of your work, you label it with a certaingly inviting description: "had dreams of a woman just like the one in the story, how i wish something like this would happen to me lol".
It's late night, and you quickly find yourself resting on your bed. The dream happens again, but this time it's different.
The woman walks directly towards you. You feel like you can move, but you really can't. The moment she is in front of you, you realize she's even more gorgeous than in your previous dreams. She speaks some words you cannot hear, and then plants a deep kiss on your lips. An orgasm flows through your body as you wake up as if the dream was a nightmare. You find your hand placed on your genitals, sexual fluids splattered through your bed. It's 9 AM on a Saturday. Good timing, you think. You clean everything up and turn on your computer.
However, when you log in to your favourite TF website, you spot that your inbox is not empty.
A message from a certain "TFLover696969" rests inside it. You open it, to be greeted with a weird message.
"I can make your wildest fantasy become true."
Probably someone wanting to RP, you think to yourself. You send a polite out-of-character message asking what are they into and what they would like to do.
"Oh, this is not a roleplay game, dear. This is real..."
The sentence ends with your name. You freak out and ask them how do they know your name.
"Stand still and you'll see."
You pass out.
As you wake up, you find yourself in something that could be very well described as a palace. A fitting place for a queen, adorned with marble and silver everywhere. But in front of you, there's someone more important: the woman of your dreams, dressed in a long white silk dress that cover everything but her hands and head. She looked like a goddess in your dreams, but there are no words to describe her beauty now that she's actually in front of you. You're completely speechless.
"So... you're one of these. Someone with such a desire to submit, that they'd give up their very humanity. But don't worry, mortal, I have answered your call. Although you should probably see me in a form you're more familiar with..." She lifts up her hand and snaps her fingers, and the dress dissolves onto beams of light, leaving her naked body completely exposed, her hair falling onto the floor llike waterfalls through her body...
You still have no words.
"Don't try to say anything. I'm willing to make a deal with you. Do you really desire to become an object this much? Prove it. I'm giving you, right now, the possibility of becoming inanimate." she speaks quietly, her voice soothing you down.
"You admire my body. I like to collect slaves. Maybe we can agree on something. Here, right now, i'll give you the option to submit to me as an item. But I'll put the conditions, no questioning allowed." she finishes with a sudden firm tone.
"You will become something for me. Something I need or want. You won't choose what you will become, it's entirely up to me. You could end up as almost anything. But don't worry, I won't turn you into something useless like a grain of sand, that's not fun at all. Maybe clothing, or maybe something reusable, or maybe something to decorate my house. Again, you won't choose. The transformation will be permanent and irreversible, but worry not, because I am inmortal, and so will be you after we're done. Your old self will dissapear from this world, the memories of you will be erased from everyone's mind, including yours. You will remember that you lived a boring human life until you decided to submit to me, but nothing else, not even how old you were, or what your gender was. And when the transformation is complete, you will have no say on anything. Your fate will belong completely to me. It's up to me if you're used or not, or dumped, or gifted to someone. I may acknowledge your conciousness, or just treat you like a regular object. I know it may seem like a lot of conditions, but you will get exactly what you wanted. A life of complete, absolute submission, belonging to me, a woman you don't even known her name. If you truly desire to be an item, you will enjoy being an item regardless of what happens, because every single second of what remains of this universe will validate the fact you that you will be nothing more than an inanimate object, with no will of it's own."
After her speech is over, she gives you a minute to thin, then lifts up her hands and you feel a weight pulled off yourself. You feel like you can speak again.
"Tell me your decision, right now. Say "No" and you'll come back to your old life, though someone else may be interested in you. Say "Yes" and i'll grant your wish inmediately." she finishes.
You don't need to think the answer further. Without hesitation, you let the last words you'll ever speak come out of your mouth. "Yes".
"Perfect, then."
A bright flash of light occurs. You go blind instantly, and feel absolutely powerless. The transformation completes in an instant. You fall to the floor, your beign accomodating to the new form.
The sorceress proceeds to cast the final spell. Everyone you meet forgets abouts you, and everything you have achieved in life vanishes. Your mind is wiped of your old life, only a glimpse of vague human memories left behind. You're completely concious, and none of your senses are working for the moment, but you feel like they'll establish again soon.
The woman seems pleased, but you don't know that you have become...