(Woman to Pantyhose, Man and Woman to Boots)

“Hey, Donny—you okay?” Beth hugged my arm tightly, smiling up at me kindly. Whatever apprehension I’d felt a minute ago was quickly washed away with love, and I tilted my head down to kiss her on her forehead. She was a gorgeous girl, a little bit short, cure freckles going nicely with her deep auburn hair. She always had an air of innocence about her, even in this fetish convention.

I mean, it sounds crude, but that’s what TransCon is, isn’t it? This year was its opening, and from the description alone, you could tell that it wasn’t exactly... normal. “TransCon 2014! TransFun has decided to open up a convention to exhibit the latest and greatest in transformative technologies! From our simple vials to the chambers that started it all, we are proud to exhibit both our technologies and those of any other companies. Enter at your own leisure—but know you might not leave the convention in the same state you entered...”

And to further enhance that, the staff was recommended to change themselves during the day. Security changed themselves into dogs, some showgirls took the time to become flashy animals, and I’d even heard there was someone going around changing people as a prank. Though that was probably some YouTube stunt.

The strangest thing I’d seen was a genderbender booth. Especially since the image they used was of a half-man, half-woman. Not that I’m one to judge, being a regular TransFun user—but I’d made it abundantly clear to Beth that no matter what I wouldn’t be losing my gender, even during our most flirtatious encounters. It was a little sexist, but I couldn’t help it—the thought of losing my boys was out of the question.

Hell, change itself was a little overwhelming—I’d always been rather conservative with my serums. Nothing with more or less than four limbs, and only something non-mammalian once every few months. Of course, Beth didn’t mind, especially since I was more than okay with her becoming whatever she wanted. Being was different from seeing, and I loved to watch her change into new and unexplored forms.

I’d even gone along with some that broke my rules—being a dolphin was dreamily relaxing, and coiling around her as a snake was superb. Heck, I liked being cold-blooded so much that our next change was into a pair of turtles. But I refused to go along with her on her more ‘daring’ encounters. Being made into an earthworm, a jellyfish, or a stingray didn’t sit well with me—no matter how great Beth said the changes were.

And this... I looked up at the stage in front of me. ‘InaniMates’ was proudly displayed on a sign above it, and there was an auburn-haired spokeswoman who was looking expectantly at us. It was to be TransFun’s newest line of serums, some sort of inanimate TF product. And apparently, Beth and I were going to be giving a live demonstration of the changes that InaniMates could do.

“Donny?” Beth poked my shoulder.

“What say my new set of clothes get on stage?” The spokeswoman waved to the small crowd, who cheered with approval. “They’re all fans, why aren’t you?”

I sighed, walking on stage, if only to both humor the crowd and cheer up Beth at the same time. A mixture of cheers and sometimes literal roars of approval greeted our entrance, and I waved to the assembled crowd, especially the first row of people who’d changed into smaller forms.

The spokeswoman smiled kindly at us, though her gaze was almost predatory. That was a relief at least she evidently enjoyed change as much as I did. “Ooh, you two are a cute couple, so I think I’ll make you into a matching set. How about a pair of crocodile-skinned leather boots?” She asked, framing the two of us between her extended thumbs and forefingers.

I laughed her offer off. “No thanks. Besides, I’m more a conservative sort. If you want me to be your footwear, it’d have to be a good deal more traditional than that.”

Before I could tell her I wasn’t interested at all, the spokeswoman spoke up again. “Oh, that’s boring.” She stuck her tongue out as she mock-pouted. But that expression soon grew into a sly smile. “That said, I think I can arrange that for you and your lovely girlfriend.”

I sighed, doing my best to wave the spokeswoman down. “Listen, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but—”

“But I do.” Beth piped up from beside me, grinning from ear to ear. She looked at me with a small smirk. “Appreciate the offer, I mean. And I think my boyfriend would more than enjoy transforming with me.”

I glanced down to her and had to bite my lip to keep from making a scene. She looked so cute—her eyes were alight at the promise of a new and unexperienced transformation, and she was even bouncing up and down gently. She looked just like a kid at Christmas, and I knew I’d already lost whatever grounds I’d had to stand on. But... inanimate objects? That wasn’t really sexy.

The spokeswoman must have sensed some of my hesitance, because she winked at me, spinning around to face the audience. “So, it looks like one of our volunteers isn’t entirely sold on being changed... Do we have anyone else who’s willing to show them how great these changes are?” She called out to the crowd, and a number of hands shot up.

One of those hands was waving more frantically than the others; however, and I noticed it was pushing through the lines. “Ooh, ooh!” A girl dressed as a playboy bunny popped out from the front of the crowd. I realized with a start that it was more than a costume—she’d somehow managed to simply grow a pair of rabbit ears and a tail, which was twitching madly with excitement. She must have noticed my gaze because she smiled and winked at me, patting her shirt as some sort of explanation for her... additions.

“Amber?” The spokeswoman chuckled with a grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be manning your own booth?”

“Well, Change Clothes can afford a few losses—I’m the designer, right?” She grinned from ear to ear. “And like hell I’d pass up the opportunity to try out a new line from TransFun! InaniMates—even the name is great!” She was practically bouncing with excitement, her tail wiggling with her every motion.

“Well, in that case...” The spokeswoman licked her lips. “How about signing this form to be mine for the rest of the day?” She held out a clipboard, which Amber eagerly took. Amber—kind of a funny name for an Asian girl... Maybe her costume she was wearing changed more about her than the ears and tail.

Still, the more curious thing was that she was so willing to sign that form. The convention had a policy that written consent was required for any changes lasting longer than fifteen minutes—the time it took to leave the building. It was a little paranoid, but nothing was allowed out of the building without a small wait. And the fact that Amber was so willing to sign the rest of her day away meant she was REALLY willing to try out this new serum.

I watched as she handed the clipboard back, smiling eagerly as the spokeswoman handed her a vial. “Ready?” The spokeswoman said, turning Amber to face the crowd.

“Don’t worry! Change Clothes are one hundred percent compliant with all TransFun purchases—anything other than a human form will not be affected!” She chirped, a little loudly. Small wonder she was so eager to call this much attention to herself—the growing crowd had heard her every word, and no doubt the gender swappers in the group were thinking of making some new purchases.

The spokeswoman rolled her eyes, too—but she didn’t object. I broke into a slight smile at that—some companies wouldn’t approve of such blatant self-promotion, but TransFun had made their case clear that they were ‘The Good Guys’. Maybe their self-professed interest of ‘making the world a happier place’ had some truth in it.

I looked back to Amber, sending a glance to the crowd as the girl raised the vial to her mouth. Everyone was focused on her with rapt attention, and I but back a smile. As an advertising major, I appreciated this showmanship like a conductor could appreciate a symphony. Her smiling lips touched the edge of the vial, slowly and tenderly. Then, the tilted her head back, knocking the vial back in a single go.

“Oh!” She gasped, her mouth open in a slight ‘o’ of pleasure. “It tastes like mint!” Amber turned, opening her mouth to ask the spokeswoman a question. Then she disappeared.

It was sudden and complete, like some effect from a bad sci-fi movie. One second there was a girl, the next her empty set of clothes was falling to the ground. The crowd gasped with surprise, but before anyone could comment, the spokeswoman was bending over, slipping her hands into the girl’s costume. She smiled triumphantly, pulling out a set of black lace pantyhose from the pile.

I furrowed my brow, seeing a similar look of consternation on everyone else’s faces. She wasn’t wearing those a minute ago, right? No, she had on a set of snow-white tights. The black would definitely have shown through...

“And Amber is now a lovely set of pantyhose!” The spokeswoman grinned, holding the changed girl aloft, stretching her body gently before everyone’s startled gazes. “I can assure you she can see, hear, and feel everything that’s going on... Including me slipping into her.” A sharp intake of breath greeted that last statement, and she winked conspiratorially at us. “Which will happen in my on-stage changing room. Sorry folks, but we have to keep our public decency.”

The crowd booed loudly, and I sighed, considering taking the time to run. But no, Beth was dead-set on this, and she really did love this convention. Besides, a small part of me was curious, despite my rational mind warning me of the likely consequences of such curiosity.

The spokeswoman emerged from her changing booth a moment later, skintight black leggings gracing her thighs and calves. I noticed with some amusement that her feet were bare now, no doubt in preparation for what Beth and I would be changing into.

There was a vial in each of her hands, and she flicked both of them in the air, juggling them professionally as she walked closer to us. Then, her wrists flicked out, and Beth and I jumped to catch the vials.

“As you can see...” The spokeswoman grinned, trailing her fingers along her leggings as she spoke. “Our changes are one-hundred percent safe and complete. The inanimate person has no motion—though they will be able to perceive everything their new body can detect. Sight, sound, and touch come naturally—but you’ll have to concentrate to smell or taste. We decided that was for the best after a few trial runs.”

“So this isn’t a trial run?” I looked down at the vial in my hands, a little bit relieved.

The spokeswoman flitted a hand to her chest. “God, no! As one of the founders of TransFun, I can assure you that anything you’ll be trying, I’ve tried myself, making sure absolutely nothing goes wrong with your change.”

The crowd gasped, and she smiled teasingly. “Oh, did I forget to mention? I’m one of the founders—but please, save all non-InaniMates questions for the TransFun show that we’ll be holding right her in the next hour.” Some murmurs started to ripple their way through the crows, and the spokeswoman turned back to me.

“So, what say we give Donny and Beth here a little encouragement?” She called it out loudly, a change of subject that worked all too well as the crowd began eagerly applauding.

I glanced to Beth helplessly, shrugging. “Ladies first.”

Beth’s eyes lit up and she kissed me, downing her vial in a go. Then, she pulled away from me, a frown on her lips. Her face curled to something approaching discomfort, and I got the distinct feeling something was wrong.

Then she was gone, a pile of clothes where my girlfriend had been just a moment before. I dashed to the chair, my eyes wide as I patted down the clothes. “What the hell did you do?” I shouted, too distracted to spare the spokeswoman anything beyond a simple accusation.

My hands brushed up against something unfamiliar, and my eyes widened as I patted down the pile again. Everything there was what Beth had been wearing just a minute ago—but there was something else in the pile, what felt like... a boot?

I slipped my fingers around it, pulling it out with a frown. The growing crowd gasped as I revealed a high heeled boot. No, more than that! This was exotic, some smooth, black skin serving as the leather. It wasn’t quite like an ordinary, animal hide—too supple, too smooth to have come from nature. I ran my fingers along its surface, wondering if Beth could feel the motion.

After all, this was Beth, wasn’t it? Yeah, it had to be—that other girl had become a pair of pantyhose. And now Beth was a boot. I hugged her to my chest tightly, one of my hands running up and down the leather.

“Ah, sorry about that...” The spokeswoman patted me on the back. “We tried to give everything its own unique flavor, but the one thing that we were adamant about was that the serum for footwear wouldn’t taste great. A little unpleasant start to a change to help break people into how nice being shoes really is.”

I smiled at her with relief. “Could’ve mentioned that a bit sooner—you practically gave me a heart attack!”

“Well, if you did all I’d need to do is give you that little vial in your hand, and you’d be perfectly fine!” The spokeswoman said with a smile, holding out her hand to take the boot from me.

“Comforting.” I muttered. She did have a point, though. If anything poor did happen to me, the serum would probably cure it. I’d heard that some hospitals were stocking TransFun shots in their trauma centers, quick one-minute changes serving as faster cures than surgery.

And if she was to be believed, she was one of TransFun’s founders—I couldn’t think of a safer environment to be changed in. I handed Beth to her, albeit a little reluctantly.

“Thank you kindly.” She tucked my girlfriend under her arm like she was a common shoe; then looked at me expectantly. “And isn’t it your turn?”

I sighed, reluctantly downing my own vial. I didn't want Beth to feel left out, or worse—have some stranger join her.

It went down bitter, a cool and acrid taste that burned my throat like a shot of whiskey. I had just enough time to make a face before the changes started... and finished an instant later. One second I was a human being, the next I was a boot covered in clothes.

There wasn't any sensation of change like with a typical TransFun serum--instead there was a sudden and complete change of perspective, coupled with a numb feeling of loss. I didn't have any limbs, and motion. Until the spokeswoman fished me out from my clothes, all I could see was my surroundings--a pile of woven cloth.

Then, bright light lanced from above, and a dark looming shape reached down for me. It took me a moment to process that it was a hand—it was huge! I thought I'd braced myself for taking on a smaller form, but there was something about its size coupled with my immobility sent my conscious quailing in fear.

Then her fingers slipped around the lip of my mouth, and fear gave way to insensate pleasure. Even more surprising was that when she lifted me from my clothes, there was no discomfort—no sense of being pulled. I was sturdy, soft, and practically begging to be worn.

The spokeswoman trailed her hand along my form again, and I would have gasped in ecstasy had I been able to. It was like any human skin touching my leather filled me with absolute rapture, tingles of sensation blooming up and down my form.

"As you can see, our new serum works on both men and women. However, we can't make the same guarantee you'll never make the same change twice—as adding that randomness would make it harder to find matching clothes." The spokeswoman set me down next to Beth, trailing her fingers along my lip. "And as you can see, if you order a pair of boots, you get a pair of practically identical boots."

"Could you wear them?" Someone in the crowd yelled, a girl who appeared to be part chameleon.

The spokeswoman smiled. "I can do you one better." She said, grabbing Beth and I and placing us both on the ground. She sat down, grabbing Beth first. "I can put them on in front of you, since that doesn't involve and nudity.

Worry and jealousy crept into my thoughts as I watched her slip Beth on over her slim foot. I didn't want to be put on in front of an audience—but then again, clothing didn't have much say in the matter. More than that, there was some part of me that really wanted to be worn, to feel her toes wiggling inside of my body. This half was filled with envy at Beth. Even though 'first-changed, first-worn' made sense, it didn't make me any happier.

Then, the spokeswoman picked me up, weighing me in her hands. She wiggled her toes a little as they approached me, then slowly slid herself into me. I felt myself shiver with ecstasy, even if my new form surely made such a thing impossible. It felt so good to have her soft, nylon-clad foot in me, filling me. I hugged her entire foot, even part of her ankle.

She ran one of her hands along my thick-skinned leather, and I felt myself shiver again. With a start, I realized that I was hugging her a bit tighter. "As those of you in front may or may not be able to see, our serum comes with a special bonus. Every bit of InaniMate clothing is a perfect fit—but if you pleasure them further, the clothing fits better. It's a little reminder for those of you who want to be sure your partner is just as comfy as you are."

I watched as she played her fingers along Beth, and sure enough it looked like she was hugging the spokeswoman's ankles, too. "Mm, I think we're about right..." The spokeswoman stood, her soles pressing firmly into me, filling me with pleasure. "Now, these boots were made for walking, after all... Let's give our little volunteers a field test!"

She did a small pirouette, my toe the anchor for her body. Then, she started to pace up and down the stage, using various strides and pressure levels. None of it was uncomfy—but it wasn't as pleasurable as simply being worn. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was because when she was walking, there was a brief time when I was less in contact with her, the pressure of her stance vanishing as I left the ground.

Then she started doing jumping jacks, and I was filled with a sea of conflict. Walking wasn't entirely unpleasant, but feeling myself being slapped against the ground time and time again wasn't a walk in the park, either. Though my rubber took almost the entire impact each time, the shock through my stiletto heel was akin to a sharp swat. On the other hand, this was also accompanied by her feet pressing even more against me, fulfilling what I felt was my new purpose in life.

She stopped, huffing slightly, and I realized that she'd just done jumping jacks in a pair of high heels. I was more than a little impressed—though I felt that some of her success had to come from Beth and I ensuring her stability. Funny—to think I was taking pride in being a boot!

"Whew!" She exclaimed, wiping some imaginary sweat from her brow. Then, she slumped back into a chair, crossing her legs. "Any questions?"

She trailed my toe along Amber, sending the quick thrill of a kiss through my body. I realized the extent of her cleverness rather quickly. This way, the pantyhose she was wearing could be teased further, pressed firmly against her snug butt—and she could also please us, her boots, at the same time. While brushing against Beth didn't feel as good as being worn, it still felt amazing. I found myself settling back into a pleasant haze, airily letting time go by.

It was easy to let myself go when my entire existence was a world of pleasure. There wasn’t any of the discomfort of being stood upon, none of the sting of walking. Instead, I was floating awash in an ocean of comfort, snugly wrapping around the spokeswoman’s feet.

But while I wasn’t focusing on the questions, that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying every second of it. The spokeswoman had a few nervous tics that were imperceptible to anyone but her clothing. Whenever she was answering a question she likes, her foot would twitch ever so slightly. Moreover, she’d clench her toes whenever she had to answer something that grated on her nerves, and wiggle them a little whenever someone gave her a good idea.

Every move she made was a wealth of new pleasures for me, and I felt myself slipping further and further into being nothing more than a boot, an object. It was a fun role to play, even when the spokeswoman got up and walked backstage. The slight discomfort of walking was quickly offset by the pleasure of her hand slipping around me—which was quickly replaced in turn by disappointment. She was sliding me off of her foot!

I returned my attention to my surroundings, frowning mentally as I watched her slip me off with a wink and a grin.

“We cut that a little close, eh?” She grinned from ear to ear, holding her other foot out for me to see. Sure enough, she was still wearing Beth, and I felt that odd pang of jealousy. Then, an instant later, her foot was bare, and Beth was standing naked in front of us.

“Oh. Wow. Oh wow.” My girlfriend repeated herself, blinking rapidly. Then, she looked down to me with a grin, squealing as she picked me up and holding me in her hands, pressing me against her breasts. “That was really something!” She chirped. With a start, I realized I could feel the faint vibrations of her voice through her chest, and a pang of arousal shot through my body.

As though she could sense, this, Beth squeezed me tighter against her bosom, stroking me with one of her hands. “Oh, you look so good right now.” She breathed, her fingers teasing the natural creases in my mottled leather.

I sank back into that world of pleasure, letting Beth please me as the TransFun spokeswoman asked her some mundane questions about her experience. Then, the world changed—and I was no longer entirely in Beth’s arms, only partially.

“Heavy!” She gasped, and I turned, looking to her with wide eyes. It then clicked inside my head, and I fell to my feet in front of her, hoping she didn’t accidentally pull a muscle from carrying me. “Are you okay?” I asked, patting myself down as I spoke.

“Are you?” Beth grinned, arching an eyebrow as she looked between my legs.

I followed her gaze, my eyes widening as I realized that I was completely ‘at attention’, plain to see for anyone in the room. I covered myself nervously, clearing my throat. “Yeah, I’d say I’m fine.”

“Or better than fine? I think we’ve made a convert out of you...” The spokeswoman spoke with a devilish smile, running her hands along my back. Beth slapped one of her arms, and the woman yelped with surprise.

“Hey! Mine.” Beth hugged me tightly as she spoke. “You can only do that when we’re boots.”

The spokeswoman rubbed her hand irritably, then her eyes widened. “When, and not if?” She looked up to Beth in surprise.

“Well, I’d imagine that Donny and I could stand being your underwear for the next day...”

“Oh. Oh!” The spokeswoman colored faintly. “Well, if you insist... It seems a little awkward that I haven’t given you my name yet, though... I’m Mira.” She tossed some of her auburn hair over one shoulder as she held out a hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you two, and I think we’ll have some fun over the next day.”

I shook her hand, my mouth moving before I could shut it. “Or more than a day. I mean, if we’ll be compensated, of course.”

“Oh?” Beth and Mira chimed in unison, an aroused smile on one’s face, a confused smile on the other’s.

“Well.” I started, shifting my stance nervously, “I wouldn’t mind a more... longstanding arrangement, if we were able to be different things... once a week?”