She was one of the hottest women I had ever seen. Before she made more than a few heads turn her way, I decided to wish her clothes back on, as well as for any memories of this incident to be erased from everyone’s memory, except for mine. She began walking again as if nothing had happened. ‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘I wish I could be all over that body’. It was mistake. I found my consciousness separated into about seven different parts. ‘Whoa! What happened?’ I thought. Then I suddenly knew as I felt myself holding up two large, jiggling mounds. I had become the woman’s clothes! Every bit of it; the shoes, the hoses, the panties, skirt, bra, blouse, even the jacket she was wearing.
‘Dammit! I wish I was back to my old body.’