You’re led into a room with a large device resembling an MRI machine. A screen presents you with an image of assorted girls 6-8 cotton underwear. You guess that’s what you’ll be soon enough.
A bed lies outside the mouth of the machine, with a smaller shelf on the other side. Packaged underwear hangs on the opposite end of the machine, awaiting the new arrival. You undress and lie down on the bed and it churns to life. The light is blinding and you squint as the bed pulls back into the device. Warm waves wash over your body. A pleasant tingling sensation prickles your skin. You try to move, but your reactions are sluggish. Your arms feel weighted as you try and lift them. In fact, they feel attached to your sides. Your legs, too, will not part. A sense of vertigo washes over you as you begin to shrink. Your head recedes into your body, your joined legs melt away, until you feel like a single mass on the bed. It’s like falling into a long, stiff sleep.
When it stops, you try to open your eyes but cannot. You feel nothing resembling appendages or sensory organs. Just the same, you have an awareness of your surroundings through dreamlike imagery. You can feel the bed move again, further down the machine, and the arms come to life. It all looked so small when you stared at it from the other side, now they are giant. You are so soft and a warm. The arms lift you, and you feel like a feather. Unable to control yourself, your body dips and sways in the grip of the arm. Others join it, and they fold you before sliding you into a package with other folded panties. You see white with purple stars, turquoise and blue trim. Your pink, cotton body joins them as the package is sealed. The arm drops your package unceremoniously into a box where you wait, as others follow.
Eventually, the box is closed, and you remain in the dark as it is shipped. In your dreamlike awareness, time loses meaning. You are cozy in your folded form, tucked close together with the rest of your kind.
When the light greets you, it is from the ceiling of a store. A hand lifts your package from the box, and places you on a rack, where you are obscured by other sets containing other variety packs of girls 6-8 panties. You rest in your own package, awaiting your new life.
Eventually, your package is exposed. You see a mother contemplating the options with her daughter. The young girl wears a pale yellow sundress, which she swishes back and forth, spinning contently. She smiles up at her mother, who lifts your package from the rack and it into a cart.
At their home, you are taken from the package, lifted by the mother’s giant hands, and placed in a drawer. The remaining panties are placed alongside, and on top of you. You can feel the door slide shut and are enveloped by darkness.
Every day, the door slides open, and a small hand retrieves a pair of underwear, until you are left on the top. Soon, the child’s hand grasps your soft body and hoists you from the dresser. The girl stands in her room, naked. She contemplates you for a moment with a smile before lowering you to her feet. You feel your body open up, as she steps into you. The floor falls away as she pulls you up her legs and you stretch around her buttocks, and rest snugly against her crotch. She the covers you with a skirt and you can feel her legs brushing against your tender form as she runs downstairs.