Then Mike thought again. And made final decision - he wants to be panties, girl panties. Honestly, he always wanted to be ones, when he thought about facesitting or cunnilingus he, secretly from even himself wanted to do this forever as a girl's one true slave - property.
So, he created a plan how to become panties and to be good ones actually, if he will not find the way to reverse changes when he is panties, it would permanent. He will go to women underweare store, choose the one he wants and then shoot the gun at it. However, he forgot one significant detail - gun would not be vaporized when he changes and be available for everyone to pickup.
But, let's forget this one error and carefully remember how he realized his plan. First, he has found the biggest underweare store in the city and went into it. Then, he started to pickup which panties he would like most and stopped at red tiny thong.
"That's not what some grandma will buy, that's good" - thought Mike while he was waiting for a good transformation moment. And it moment finally was here.
He quickly pulled gun of and shot into red strings. One shot and irreversible transformation begun. Word just like stopped, but not our Mike to-be thong, he started his transformation. First, his skin started to turn red like he was some sort of demon. Than, he felt like something was crowling, not in specific spot, but everywhere, in every spot of his body. It was a feeling of skin turning fabric. The next thing he felt was like the world was larger with every second. But what is second? He started to lose the sense of time. Then, he felt like all bones and muscles just vaporized. And it was true - his small red fabric body just lost its every bone and muscles fully becoming fabric. Then, his hands unified into a one piece of fabric. After that, his body changed its form - it was being inflected inside with legs melted into one. Then, legs and arms connected.
Fron now shape of pants were easily distinguishable with his head right in front of pussy.
Finally, his vision left him, like every other feeling excluding smelling and touch. Not only his skin, but all his body was made out of fabric and everything that even slightly reminded that he was human was gone. And... He lightly touched the ground with gun lying nearby. Time resumed, world countinued.
After approximately 5 minutes some store employee picked him up from the floor and put on the shelf with lots of the same thongs. And there he was lying and lying, and lying, until someone picked him up. Who is she?