After working tirelessly for a month, you finally collected enough money to fulfill your fantasies of being transformed into a thong. Although it was a very expensive procedure, it was possible to turn people into the objects they desired while fully keeping their conscious in tact. When this technology first went public, you were much too scared of getting stuck as an inanimate item. But thanks to many improvements in the tech over the years, you finally felt it was worth giving a shot. You could choose to be mailed to someone you know for them to use you, but much more alluring for you was that they had professionals to use you as long as you wanted without anyone needing to know your identity. Beyond that, you could pick and choose from dozens of choices when you turned into an object: whether your senses of taste and smell remained functional, whether you felt any pain, how much pleasure you experienced, and even how long you stayed as an object were all customizable!
Unable to contain your excitement, you filled out the necessary consent forms online and rushed to their labs for transformation without telling a soul. All you asked was that your sister let your Mom know at some point that you had decided to leave for college early, so she wouldn't be seeing you for quite a while. You were going to be a thong for an entire month, and nobody needed to know you were off fulfilling your fetishes during that time. As you rushed outside thinking you had nothing to worry about, however, you forgot to shut your computer down. It didn't take too long before your curious mother wandered into your room looking for you though, and soon enough she got her hands on it. Unaware to the fact that what she found wasn't just a random test site, she began messing with your settings.
"What's this now? One of those funny little personality tests? I didn't know my son was into these but let's see what he's written. What do you want to be transformed as? And he answered it with...a thong!? God, who knew my little man was such a pervert! And it looks like the rest of these questions are about the experience of being a thong. Wow, it seems like he really wrote up his perfect fantasy here..." Feeling a surge of motivation welling up from inside her, your mother was suddenly determined to sit down and keep reading.
"Well it's up to me as his mother to correct these gross perversions! I won't let the world be exposed to my son's sick little fantasies! Even if it is just going into some online database!" Peering closer into the screen, your mom stared down the bridge of her nose as she scrolled further down the page.
"Hmm, he wanted to be aroused as much as possible while avoiding all the terrible, nasty stuff he could encounter as a thong. Well that's not so realistic, now is it? No taste or even smell for that matter. Huh, now what kind of experience would that be with half your senses down the drain? If he really wanted to be a thong, he should expect everything that goes along with it! You know what would really teach him is if we doubled the strength of his senses! Double the smell and double the taste! God, that's so awful!" Despite speaking on how torturous the experience would be, your mother was still cracking up, nearly on the edge of tears as she imagined such an awful fate. 'I mean really, a person turning into a thong? How ridiculous!' she thought, wiping a tear of laughter away before resuming her reading.
"He also chose to pass on the pain of being sat on, stretching too much, or any feelings of suffocation inside of a particularly huge booty. Hmph, aren't those kinda essential parts of being a thong though? They've got to go on as well. Oh? And what's this now? He wrote a ton here! For...features?" Truthfully she wasn't sure if you had specifically avoided this section or just missed it accidentally, regardless your mother raised her eyebrows in intrigue.
"Let's see...looks like he didn't check any of these options! Now why wouldn't he want to be the best little panties money could buy? Ultra-comfort, extra stretchiness, lifetime durability, odor filtration, even sweat absorption, all free of charge! Hmmm, well heck, I don't see any reason why you wouldn't just check all these boxes! If I was lucky enough to get my hands on a thong with this many benefits, I'd never take them off~!" Biting her lip, getting lost in some kind of fantasy of her own, your mother couldn't help but imagine how fantastic that would be. Her butt was quite large, and with that came the unfortunate combo that it sweat...a lot. If only this funny little quiz were for a real thong, she'd pay anything for it!
"The last question is the duration you'd want to become a thong. He answered...just a month. I guess he imagined this as a short and fun affair, like some kind of vacation? Well, sorry son. If you truly wanted to become a thong, you should fully devote the rest of your life to being one! I don't think you could go back to being a normal human after living out your most sacred fantasy! Life as a human would just feel...so dull after that. Well, with how I changed his answers, maybe going back would be sweet release from the torment of nonstop booty!" Your mom stopped and chuckled for a moment, before considering the other side of her ideology. "But at the same time, I also don't believe you could ever be normal again after such awful torture. I think the only reasonable answer to this question must be permanent transformation!"
Smiling to herself at such great work, your Mom yawned and cracked her knuckles in front of herself. "Heehee~, well, I hope whoever reads these new and improved answers finds them as hilarious as I do! Of course, it would be terrible if someone actually had to live like this, but thankfully it's just some perverted online quiz, so at least nobody gets hurt~!"
"Hmm, wait a sec, what's this box at the bottom for? It wants an address for...delivery? Oh, I guess you get your item of choice as a complimentary gift for doing the survey! Well it makes sense why my son left it blank, I'd have loads of questions if I caught him with a woman's thong! Hmmmm, I guess I could take it though, I could always use another thong after all..."
A long, drawn out purr emanated from below you as it had been for the past few hours. You had to be getting close to your destination, it felt like it had been days since you'd left the lab. The experience you'd had at the transformation labs had been quick and easy; the facilities were clean, the employees professional, all that was left was for you to enjoy your time as a living thong. You were practically shaking, if you had been able to, at the thought of the gorgeous woman who would be wearing you. You'd browsed their staff, and each of your potential wearers were total bombshells. Cute and perky booties adorned the whole selection, and with your selected settings in regards to your senses, you'd basically get a clean and clear joyride with your face right up there without any of the unnecessary...gross parts of the experience. You could not wait another second.
There was only one little thing that kept nagging at the back of your mind. Right after you'd transformed, the pretty lab-tech who had situated you through the process had towered over you, bending down and retrieving you from your spot on the floor. While part of you yearned for a girl like her to just slide you on right then and there, get a little jump-start on your one-month excursion as a living thong, instead she placed you down into a cushy box. Being shipped to a different facility for your 'wearing' didn't seem too out of the ordinary, but what was bothering you recurrently was what she said as she sealed you away into darkness. "Where was this one headed?"
You knew she must just be talking about something totally different than what you had inferred, and yet it still was a creeping annoyance that seemed to return every few hours over the course of your long, long trip through what you presumed must be the postage system. Sure you were pretty sure the facility you picked had staff on-site for your use, but maybe they were all booked up and you needed to be sent to an alternative lab. You'd read up on this online, and while having your package lost or worse, stolen, was a real fear in your mind, you'd cast all those worries aside once you remembered the absolute state of bliss you'd be in wrapped around some babe's hips.
Your package seemed strangely insulated, which you supposed was a good thing for your protection. You were a living being after all. With that said though, you thought you could make out some kind of feminine voice above, but you couldn't make out a single word. "Hmmm~? Oh no, he's not here right now, but I could sign for it!" You couldn't make out anything coming from the outside world, but you'd felt your box being jostled around for some time now, and the anticipation was absolutely killing you inside. You roughly impacted against something below you before hearing a tearing sound from above, immediately followed by the shuffling of the cardboard flaps being opened.
"Let's see what we've got here...such a fancy box! This had better not be another of those dirty little comic books or you'll be in big trouble!" Finally you could just make out the sounds of a distinct giggle, the angelic voice like a sweet nectar to your ears. Whoever this girl was, she sounded totally adorable! Your heartbeat, however it manifested in your panty-body, was absolutely racing as you excitedly awaited seeing your owner for the next month. Light finally breached your packaging, absolutely blinding you, but you pressed on with an insatiable curiosity, your eyes slowly adjusting before landing on the gorgeous, radiantly smiling face of...
Your...Mom?
Instinctively, just seeing your mother didn't carry much of a reaction at all. It was just like anytime you'd come home and seen her. But as her looming hands came down around you, each one taking a mighty grip upon the sides of your new body, the strong waves of her body heat radiating from her palms into your delicate fabric, did realization on your situation begin to kick in. You felt an impending sense of dread like no other, like a rock had fallen through your stomach, and it only magnified as you heard her booming voice overtake all of your senses as it shattered your mentality completely with severe volume.
"Oh woooow~! Aren't you just gorgeous!" Barely able to register the meaning behind the explosion of sound escaping from the sultry lips before you, you had to deal with your barely intact eardrums, the impending sense that you were about to fall from being hung in the air in front of your mother's happily enamored face, all along with a dense, muggy wave of breath that washed over you like a sickeningly warm cloud. You wanted to scream out, to alert her you weren't clothing but a human being! Unfortunately you couldn't so much as think of a single word as you winced under the enormous pressure of the situation. Your mind was running in every direction at once, suffering a never-before-seen level of sensory overload as it tried to cope with the torment. Despite not having any kind of facial distinction, you noted you could make out the distinct scent, and unfortunately taste too, of her sticky breath.
Your senses...they were still in tact?! H-How? You had specifically requested that the people at the lab would--"HUH, there's no tag on here anywhere!" Your mother curiously noted to herself, interrupting your thought entirely as she began peering over every inch of your thong-form and seemingly finding nothing out of the ordinary. With each word lambasting you in her intoxicatingly warm and wet breath, for the first time in your life you suddenly loathed the fact your mother had a teensy habit of speaking aloud to herself. Such an innocuous habit had never even registered in your mind before now, and yet at this very moment it was one that tortured you with utmost intensity as your amplified senses took the brunt of all that your gigantic mother's mouth was producing.
"Hmmm, that's too bad! They look pricey, like designer quality! Certainly fancier than anything I own..." Sad that she couldn't make out some expensive name brand, your mom was soon met with a curious revelation. "Hey, wait a minute, I didn't order these! My son did!" Double checking with the label on the box, you hung loosely at her side as she used her other hand to more thoroughly inspect your packaging.
"Yep that's his name right there! Now why on Earth would that boy buy such a pretty little thong?" Trying her earnest not to jump to any conclusions, your mom delved into the velvety interior of the expensive looking box, digging about in an attempt to find anything with answers. It was only after some extensive searching she found a loose slip underneath the rest of the packaging, pulling it out and reading aloud, "Transformative Clothing...Clothing so life-changing, it'll transform your life! Total cost...Five Thousand Dollars?! Goodness!!"
In shock at the astounding price, and the realization her son had managed to pay it on a college student's budget, your mother turned her attention back to the stunning thong in her hands. You could see your mother's mouth slightly agape, and you just knew she must've somehow connected the dots at this point. Now she would just need to take you back to the lab, where at this point you would be just fine with being turned back into a person. Forget being worn by a custom model, this whole being clothing thing was a nightmare!
"Woah...my own son...he really...?" Yes, Mom! Your own son turned himself into panties like a little pervert! You knew it must be a lot for her to take in, but thankfully now things could get straightened out!
"He really...went this all-out for a Mother's Day gift?!" Your mother shouted her delight out, squealing a bit to herself as she hugged you close against her chest, doing little jumps of joy at how much she loved her generous little momma's boy. Your hope dissolved instantly, your blood running ice cold. You screamed against absent-lips, shouting out that her conclusion was totally off base! It took all her self-control to not throw this thong aside, reach for her phone, and call up her cute little man, but she managed to restrain herself. After all, Mother's Day was an entire month away! More than likely she was absolutely not meant to open this gift up...a sudden wave of guilt washed over her.
Your mother's brow furrowed as she met with this unexpected obstacle. Things only got worse as she ran into another hindrance. "Is it really alright for me to accept such a lavish gift? I mean...five grand?! That kinda money should be going straight to his college expenses!" Motherly instincts kicking in, she huffed to herself before crossing her arms disapprovingly. Still though, her gaze returned to your thong-body, her heart melting as she gushed over just how nice it looked, not to mention how smooth and sultry it felt. She really couldn't keep herself away from it.
With your mother's fingers playfully dancing across your face, you couldn't so much as move a muscle. You had to just lay in wait, discerning what little you could from her murmurings. M-maybe she would just package you back up! Send you right back where you came from! Surely there was a return address!
As if reading your mind, your mom seemed to notice the tail end of your attached receipt. "Should you be unsatisfied with your life-transforming clothing, feel free to return your chosen product within thirty days for any necessary modifications, or for a full-refund!" Seemingly missing some immensely important, minuscule fine print that noted 'exclusions may apply for permanent transformations', your mother breathed a hefty sigh of relief at the same time as you.
"Phew, so they can be returned!" she noted gratefully, relieved her son hadn't wasted so much money with such a luxurious, yet frivolous, present. You wanted to leap from your threads in joy as she delicately placed you back into your original box, placing the receipt besides you before peering down at you with a smile.
"It really was thoughtful of him..." You heard your mother lightly murmur. You could feel through the table that she was tapping a finger anxiously, and you began to get nervous as her face slowly shifted. A finger slowly dragged along what felt like your cheek, as your mother bit her lip, looking at you dreamily. "Five thousand dollars, huh? For that money I'd expect these babies to spring to life and make me breakfast!" Your mother giggled at her silly musings, although there was true curiosity to it. For that much money...how incredible was this thong?
You watched helplessly as her vision danced from you to the receipt, waiting with bated breath as she once more read to herself, "life-changing...within thirty days...full refund..." A tongue slowly escaped her lips, gliding across her top lip before disappearing into the expanse of her mouth once more. A brilliant grin then sprang onto her face.
"Well..." You heard her begin, and already you knew where your mom's brain had gone. You knew your mother better than anyone, and you felt otherworldly dread at the next words that would escape her mouth. "I suppose...it couldn't hurt to wear them...justtttt once..." Without a second to spare, you felt an excited fist clamp on you as you were pulled hungrily from your box all over again, this time swinging along at your mother's side as she walked away from the table. You watched on silently, growing dizzier with each step and internally whimpering as you saw the distant figure of your original box fading away, your mother carrying you in earnest through the familiar halls of your childhood home. You already knew just where she was headed.
"Life-changing, huh~?" Your mother laughed to herself at such a silly guarantee. "I'll be the judge of that." She noted confidently, tossing you onto her bed before ominously closing the door behind her.