Zack clenched his abdomen as he opened the door, instinctively feeling that somehow it would keep the thread from unraveling further. His heart sank when he saw his girlfriend at the door. She had long red hair, green eyes and her skin was dotted with freckles. She was wearing a flowing purple smock that was tied around her waist, looking bored at the flowerbed on the side of the house.
He opened the door nervously. Winoa turned to look at him, eyebrows knitting in a scowl. Zack gulped.
"Who are you?" she demanded, looking him up and down. Zack stuttered, fruitlessly searching for words. Finally she sighed in annoyance. "Oh, no, not again,"
"Uh.. what? Winoa.. what are you talking about"
"Come on.." Winoa took his hand and lead him inside the house. "Zoee, you have got to stop doing this."
"Whose Zoee? I'm the only one here."
"I'm sure you are," Winoa pushed him down onto the couch. "Okay, whoever you are, take of your pants."
"Z-Zack."
"I don't care." Zack grabbed onto the waist of his boxers and she yanked his dress pants off and looked at his crotch wryly.
"I'm not going to keep playing along with this." Winoa crouched down between his legs, "You keep doing this, turning yourself into a man and manipulating me into transforming you back with this weird dick fantasy. I swear, this is the last time." She tried to pull down his underware, but Zack held on, frightened. Winoa softened her glare.
"Look, boy, I know it's not your fault. You think I'm your girlfriend right?" she stroked his thigh, lightly touching his dick through the underwear. "That's right. I am. And you'll remember everything soon. You're worried because your dick is turning into string. Just relax. I know just how to take care of it."
Winoa shushed and said "It's okay" until Zack let her pull his underwear down. When he did, she scooped her finger inside his forescan and pulled out the lump he'd stuffed up there, then gently pulled it out until it stopped. "See? You didn't have to worry. It was never going to come out by itself. Zoee wants me to do it."
She gave it a few tugs to prove it and it felt.. weird. Like threads were connected to different places inside of him. His guts, his lips, and his nipples. He covered his nipples protectively, and sighed in relief. They still felt the same..
"I still don't understand. Why don't you recognize me and who is Zoee? And why did she do this to my dick?"
"Don't worry," Winoa said, tightening the thread, then holding it to her mouth. "You're about to find out really soon."
Winoa put her head right next to his crotch, wrapped the thread around her tongue, and pulled.