"I've been wanting to try out an inanimate object transformation," says Ian, digging out a pair of underwear from his drawer. "This should work as a model."
You open your mouth to object, but Ian is already raising his hand, the air crackles with energy, and the spell hits you full force.
The room shifts and your sight blurs as you begin to see in all directions, and you feel yourself folding into a pile. Ian stands above you as a giant, and reaches towards you.
"It worked! You probably can't tell, but you're a pair of underwear now." Ian drops you to the floor and starts taking off his pants. You wonder if it's true. You can't move any limbs, and you can see cartoon covered cotton around you. It is true, isn't it?
The underwear Ian is wearing drops to the floor, and he picks you up again, shoving his feet through the holes in you, and you are yanked up until his 14-year-old dick and balls are nestled in your 'face'. They start to warm you up. To your surprise, you can smell his crotch, and his butt, which you're also hugging. This kid turned you into a pair of underwear, gross!
Ian pulls his pants back on, trapping you in darkness, although you're not sure how a pair of underwear could see to begin with. You can hear fabric sliding on fabric, and then a weight drops on you as Ian sits down in his chair.
He's just going to leave you like this all day, isn't he? What if he never changes you back, and you are stuck as Ian's underwear all semester? Or forever?
Throughout the day, Ian gets up to go to classes, or use the bathroom, and you can see him pissing when he does, something that grosses you out at the best of times, and it's even worse when he doesn't shake the drops off, letting them soak into your fabric instead.
When night time rolls around, the studious boy lets himself relax, and strips down to the underwear, so that you're all he's wearing. You begin to fear that when you're out of this predicament, all you'll be able to smell is teen ball sweat for the rest of your life. Ian pulls you down, and you see him smirk at you trapped between his knees.
You don't know why you felt embarrassed having Ian walk in on you earlier, Ian certainly isn't shy about jerking himself off, with his eyes locked on you the whole time. You observe that the kid is kinkier than you expected. Maybe he hadn't done this to humiliate you, but to get his rocks off.
Ian pulls you back up into his crotch and finishes himself off, splashing cum into your fabric. He doesn't produce much, but it'd be impossible for you to describe how gooey you feel with it soaking into you. The boy sweat smell is now augmented with boy cum smell. You don't know what's worse.
Ian wears you to bed, naturally, and you find that you can't even fall asleep. But then, why would a pair of underwear need to sleep?
Ian showers in the morning, letting you see his full naked body, scrawny as hell. This kid may be a good studier, but you think he could use some time at the gym and less time in front of a book.
Ian tries to turn you back after he puts on clean clothes, but the magic washes over you and does nothing. You start to panic, and you see worry cross Ian's face.
"Uh, not sure what happened there," says Ian. "You aren't resisting me are you?"
You can't respond, and you feel your fear growing, along with your resentment of your tormentor.
Ian shrugs, and leaves you on the floor. He puts on his shoes and heads to his first class.
You sit there, feeling sorry for yourself, as the day stretches on. What if he washes you? Would the heat feel like being burned? Would you have to taste the laundry detergent? You would be shuddering if you were still capable of it.
The door opens, and someone steps inside...