"Whu?" gasped Malfoy Riddle Higgenbottom as his skin blanched stark white and then turned a vibrant red. His
whole body seemed to shrink upward into his head as his head fell. A pair of red designer underwear landed in
the circle where the annoying RA had stood a moment before.
"Fitting punishment, don't you think?" Bates said reaching down and picking up his cursed bully. As he
touched the fabric, he could read Malfoy's mind and laughed, "Ah, so you don't know what you've become. Well,
I'll remedy that by demonstration."
Bates lay Malfoy flat on his bed, while he disrobed. Staring up at the ceiling Malfoy knew that he was a
small nearly flat object. A Frisbee? A bookmark? A pamphlet?
Only when naked Bates picked him up, did he think clothing. As one foot entered him, and then the other, he
stared up at the ass, cock and balls looming high above. Bates started to pull him up. He was Bates'
underwear? He screamed mentally. Bates stuck his thumbs in the waistband and snapped them. Then he turned to
face the full-length mirror on the back of his door. Malfoy gasped, and gagged. Why Malfoy watched, Bates
reached into his new underwear and adjusted his cock and balls so that they slipped into the pouch which
formed between the inner and outer fly. Malfoy felt as though the inner fly was his anus, and the outer one
was his mouth. He was horrified. He tasted Bates' sweat, and worse.
"Now for the best part," Bates said, "You are not only my underwear, but you are my self-cleaning underwear.
Every morning when I wake you will be freshly washed. I will never have to take you off, unless I want to."
Malfoy thought about this for a moment. Perhaps it was a side effect of the transformation, but he liked the
idea. Bates laughed, dressed and headed down the hall to see who the RA was now.