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"Sorry for being late!" 

Beth had to suppress a grin as Michelle bolted into the cafe. Her friend was just her usual self - cheerful and bubbly, but also twenty minutes late. Well, she wouldn't have expected anything else from the spoiled, extroverted lass. But speaking of extroverted, on a second look... Beth furrowed her brows and contemplated the young woman who self-confidently elbowed her way through the packed room. Somehow she looked different today... 

"What, is there something on my shirt?" Michelle asked amused as she noticed Beth's puzzlement and playfully flicked one of her brunette locks out of her face. "I'm sure it was clean when I put it on before." 

"Oh, no, it's just the fact that you're wearing a shirt." the other girl countered with a chuckle. "Normally, your clothes are more... elaborate. Today you look so... plain." In fact, Michelle looked absolutely normal - normal for a young woman between twenty and thirty years of age, but not normal for the heiress of a globe-spanning business empire. It was an empire she had no interest in whatsoever, though, a fact both her father and her brothers were more than grateful for. Her exuberant personality made her the least-suited person on the entire planet to make decisions over the future of whole companies, and luckily nobody was more aware of this than herself. 

So Michelle kept her nose out of her family's businesses and instead used the "pocket money" she got treated for her austerity (something in the range of a decent sized company's yearly turnover) to indulge in her one big devotion - fashion. Truth to be told, she probably didn't even need it, the collections she designed were at a premium among the world's rich and beautiful. But nonetheless, usually Michelle was seen wearing more stylish (and probably expensive) garb. Which made her current attire all the more puzzling. 

"I can wear normal clothes, too, you know?" the young woman huffed while giving her garb a critical glance. "Although it shames me that for once I'm not dressed as good as you." 

Beth laughed brightly. "Stop the flattering!" she grinned, but smirked inwardly at the comment. She was a fashion designer herself, not as successful or gifted as her friend, but well enough to also sport an exquisite wardrobe. Not quite as exquisite as Michelle's, though, but then hardly anyone's was. "But what's the reason for this disguise. Are you trying to look normal for a chance?" 

"And boring?" Michelle scowled, then shook her head and raised a large bag she'd carried with her. "No, I was just getting some new clothes." 

"New clothes?" As always when it was about fashion, Beth's ears peaked up and she peered into the bag. Sure enough, the colorful garments she could catch a glimpse of looked like her friend's usual taste. But... "Um... where did you get those? This isn't Paris, Milan or Tokyo, there's only the usual discounters around, and no premium store that I know of...?" 

Michelle giggled. "No, there isn't. Well..." she retrieved a flashy skirt and a matching purse "...I made them myself. Over at Kenny's." 

Beth frowned. Kenny's was a fairly popular restaurant, but certainly no clothing store. And there was nothing else of interest close by, except for... both her eyes flew wide open. "Those are people?" she asked surprised and pointed at Michelle's newest acquisitions. 

"Of course not." her friend rolled her eyes. "That's quite obviously a skirt and a purse." 

"You know what I mean! It's a Venned skirt and purse, isn't that right?" she replied and Michelle grinned in response. 

"Sure they are. And aren't they nice? They'll be mine for the next three months." She squealed basically in delight. "I can't wait to wear them!" 

Beth made big eyes. "Three months? Who'll want to stay as clothing for three months???" Of course she knew of the capabilities of a Venn Machine. Every fashion designer knew, since it had recently come into vogue not to tailor your fashion designs, but to Venn them. Although it was fairly limited to the most exclusive designers at the moment, still two or three positions above Beth's current stand in the business. And personally she'd never Venned before. That Michelle was doing this shouldn't be a surprise, on the other hand, but still... 

"Oh, for thousand dollars the month, lots of people would." the brunette said now and put the skirt and purse back into the bag. "3000 dollars in three month, but without any need to pay for food, rent and so on..." She chuckled. "That's cheap money. And they don't even have to raise a finger except for being passive - and making me look good." 
 
"Ah..." now Beth had to marvel at the concept. It... made sense. If models were payed to wear each other as clothing, why not pay normal people to be clothing. And three thousand dollars for an article of clothing actually wasn't that outrageous a price. Not if you were called Michelle and didn't wear anything longer than a couple of months anyway. And which clothes were more exclusive, more unique than Venned clothes? "But I still don't understand why you need to be in plain clothes to change other people." 

Her friend grinned. "Oh, right. If you've never used a Venn Machine to turn people into clothes then you wouldn't know. But there's actually catch - if you enter a Venn Machine while wearing someone, he or she turns back. And I'd be naked. Big no-no." 

"Yeah, but as I said, what's that to do with the attire you're wearing? Surely some of the flashy clothes you usually wear are just clothes?" 

Michelle didn't answer, instead a Cheshire cat grin grew on her face. 

Beth ogled her. "You can't be seriously. All the stuff you're usually wearing CAN'T BE exclusively Venned. There have to be some real clothes in your wardrobe!" The whole claim sounded preposterous! Beth had seen Michelle's collection, and its size was awe-inspiring. If only half the clothes in there were Venned people, that alone would be enough to stuff a Jumbo Jet to the deckheads! 

"Oh, not all." her friend retorted wantonly. "Only about 80%. But that's the good 80%, the rest is only this." She made a dismissive gesture at her current attire. 

"80%?" Beth coughed shocked. "Eighty, as in eight, zero, as in ten multiples of eight? And all of them people? Voluntary? For months? There are that many people around who don't mind staying object for that long a time? Hundreds? FOR MONTHS? IN YOUR DRAWERS?" And for once, Beth was speechless. That simply couldn't be true, she had to have misunderstood something. But she hadn't, and Michelle wasn't the type to lie.

Her friend simply shrugged. "Oh, there are lots of different types. Usually it's people who've recently lost their jobs and can't pay their rent anymore. So they spend some time in my wardrobe, do essentially nothing, earn money, and maybe the job market has recovered when they turn back. But there's also students who need money, scorned husbands who want to get some distance from their wives... and then there's the group who simply love being clothes." She flashed a bright smile. "Those are the best. The most eager. And the most creative. You wouldn't believe the ideas some of them come up with." 

"Wait..." Beth raised a hand to stop Michelle's torrent of words and looked at her bewildered. "People like being clothes?" Somehow, she'd always imagined that models and fashion designers were doing it because it was their job, not because it was fun. How could becoming something inanimate be fun? Being paralyzed and robbed of all of your senses?

"Sure." Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Why shouldn't they?" 

"Because... because..." Beth was searching for arguments. "Because they'd not be human anymore?" 

"A pause from humanity can sometimes be very relaxing." 

"But they'd be totally paralyzed!!!" 

"All the more relaxing." 

"And now senses at all!" 

"Oh no, you still have touch. And being worn feels awesome!" 

"But... but..."

The confused woman was clearly clutching at straws now and Michelle chuckled as she realized it. "Oh, just try it out yourself. Then you'll understand. Wanna give it a try this evening?" 

"What?" Beth basically squeaked. Surely she'd misheard! 

"Oh, tonight there's a party at my Dad's house and he wants me attend. I'd actually planned to wear this cute college student, you know, the blue gown which you found so appealing, but I could wear you instead. Hm..." the brunette mustered her friend with a professional gaze and took measure. "Yeah, I have just the right form in mind for you. A cocktail dress, green and-" 

"WAIT!" The other girl cried out. "You want to turn me into your dress?" Beth felt a bit of panic welling up inside. Suddenly the thought of losing her humanity, even for a few hours, provoked an uneasiness which was unknown to the normally confident young woman. 

Michelle giggled as she noticed her friend's uncertainty. "Sure, why not? Being clothing is awesome, you'll like it. All the supermodels are doing it. And you don't have anything to do the evening anyway, right?" 

For a few moments, Beth was tempted to lie. But then she exhaled sharply. "No... I haven't." she said slowly and cringed at the grin which was spreading over Michelle's face. Given her profession, Beth was sure that somewhere in the future she'd have to do it anyway. So maybe trying it out with a friend now wouldn't be the worst course of action... but still... 

Michelle seemed to smell what was going on behind her friend's face because her grin became bigger with each elapsed second. "So I guess you are curious then... shall we go?" 

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"Um... I think I changed my mind." Beth said uncomfortably, the petite blonde looking around in her booth like a caged animal. "16 hours without sound and sight? That's a bit too much for my first time..." 

Michelle only rolled her eyes. Sometimes her friend could be sissy. But she wouldn't let her chicken out at the last moment. "Oh, there are ways around that. As for sound, you'll be made out of the lightest silk, so your 'body' will still be able to pick up sound waves. And as for sight... well, I hadn't planned on it, but I think ornamental gems will fit the design just nice." 

Beth blinked. "Ornamental gems? What do these have to do with-" Her question was cut short as Michelle's hand came down on the button. 

The other girl snickered. "Oh, you'll find out soon." Without expecting an answer, she turned on her heel and walked into the other booth to scoop up her friend. "My, haven't you become fabulous!" she grinned while she upheld the sparkling dress she'd turned her friend into. Yeah, she... it looked fabulous indeed. A glittering, green cocktail dress with embroidered gems. "I just can't wait to wear you!" 

Grinning, she swiftly packed the dress and retrieved her earlier acquisitions from the locker next to the Venn Machine. "But there's still a lot of time until the party begins, so until then... you'll have to spend your time on a mannequin back at my room!" 

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Slowly, Beth woke up from her slumber. It felt like the most relaxing sleep she'd had in years, but something was strange. First of all she didn't remember opening her eyes, yet she was seeing - somehow. Which was point number two. Her sight was strangely fractionated and unfocused. And third, why was she in the middle of Michelle's room? And why couldn't she move? For a few seconds panic bubbled up in Beth's mind, but then she suddenly remembered again!

The moment when Michelle had turned her into a dress. It had felt like collapsing into herself, unable to move even the smallest part of her body. Her friend had scooped her up and dumped her into the hands of one of her butlers whom she had summoned to the Venn Machine. The servant had quickly and efficiently delivered the newly minted dress into Michelle's room, draping her satin body over a mannequin. Beth had no idea whether he had been aware of the dress's actual origin or not, but he had treated her just like the object she now resembled.

Then he'd left the room, so that Beth had found the time to come to terms with her strange new state of being. Now she knew what Michelle's brainstorm with the gems had been all about. Beth didn't possess eyes anymore, but the gems were some sort of surrogate - somehow, she was seeing through them. It wasn't perfect, there was no way for her to focus and since there were dozens of the tiny crystals woven into her material, she had basically dozens of eyes. But it was sufficient, and directly in front of her was Michelle's large dressing mirror. 

For the first few minutes, Beth had simply been blown away. In the mirror, she saw a mannequin wearing one of the most exquisite and beautiful cocktail dresses she had ever seen. It was in a sparkling green, embroidered with gems and featuring a daring slit on the side. It was already making the mannequin look hot, it was barely conceivable how Michelle would look when she'd wear it. 

But that this awesome garment actually was her body... out of curiosity, Beth had tried moving any part of her body. Without avail. She was truly inanimate no, and the dress in the mirror hadn't budged a single millimeter. 

After the first excitement had ebbed away, something strange had happened, though. She'd become sleepy. She was a dress, but she wasn't used at the moment, so her consciousness had slowly slipped away. Until she'd entered a deep, comfy slumber. Which had lasted until now. The room's door had opened, and slowly but purposefully Michelle had stridden in front of her transformed friend. 

Beth couldn't suppress a mental shiver of excitement as her friend mustered her with a sly grin. After all she was reduced to nothing more than a part of Michelle's wardrobe now!

Michelle raised a hand and stroked the garment, the touches sending electric tingles throughout Beth's body. Heaven, if being touched by her already was that good - how good would being worn then feel?

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Admiringly Michelle stroked the material of her newest dress. It was magnificent. Perhaps her best creation so far. Pleasant anticipation flooded her body and she licked her lips. "Oh Beth, I can't wait to try you on!" she murmured, then turned, walking towards her drawers. Quickly the girl donned her current attire, but as she reached for her bra, she froze for a moment and threw a short glance towards the dress. She'd never disrobed in front of her friend. On the other hand... 

Michelle grinned and shrugged, continuing until she was stark naked. She didn't have any inhibitions with all the other Venned people in her room, and at the moment, Beth was just another part of her wardrobe. After all, who felt embarrassed at being naked in front of her dress? The girl giggled at the thought, then opened the underwear drawer. 

"Hm, tonight I need something special..." she murmured and rummaged through the garments. It took her some time, but finally she retrieved a daring, dark thong together with a matching bra. Michelle snickered as she mustered the set. It had been in her drawer for at least four months now, but she still remembered the day she'd 'purchased' it. The two teenaged, pimply boys who'd volunteered for a six-month tour to bankroll college had been so nervous that the memory of their flustered faces they'd shown when she'd told them what she would turn them into had made her laugh for days to come. Therefore she'd vowed to wear them on a special occasion, a description which undoubtedly fit today.

Grinning she stepped into the panties, slipped them up and then fastened the bra. "I bet that's the first time you're touching a real woman's private places!" she murmured and teasingly stroked her underwear a bit while she posed in front of the mirror. She didn't spend longer than a minute, though. After all, the underwear was merely the appetizer. Hungrily, Michelle eyed the dress. "Let's go for the main dish now!" she murmured and carefully started to peel the dress of the mannequin.

It was so formfitting that it took quite some time and a lot of gymnastic skill to slip into it, but finally Michelle managed. As soon as the dress was sitting correctly, she barely sensed it anymore. It was like wearing air. And as she looked into the mirror for the first time, she had a hard time from keeping her jaw hitting the bottom.

"My God..." she breathed while she admired her reflection. "I'm looking... spectacular." She did a quick twirl, the hem of her dress raising a bit and revealing lots of creamy leg. The image in the mirror was breath-taking. Beth, the dress, hugged her perfectly, as if she'd been painted on her body.

It took Michelle quite a few minutes until she managed to brake herself away from the glorious sight. Dazed she walked over to her shoe locker. "Okay..." Michelle murmured, "This outfit is indeed asking for something special. So I guess I'll take them...". Cautiously Michelle removed a pair of scandalously high stilettos from the drawer and put them on the floor in front of her.  

Due to the fact that being Venned into shoes usually wasn't one of the most enjoyable ways to spend your time, her wardrobe barely had any Venned shoes. While everything above the ankles normally was exclusively Venned, everything below the ankles normally was exclusively normal. But of course there were exceptions. Like this pair of black, open-toed stilettos with a five-inch heel. 

Originally it had been a middle-aged couple who'd struggled to pay their mortgage. Michelle had payed off all their debts, all in all a six-digits sum, and in return both had volunteered to become her shoes for a year, although with constraints. The couple had decided upon the type of shoes they'd become for the tour inside Michelle's shoe locker themselves, and they had invested quite some thinking into their chosen forms. They were a beautiful, exquisite pair of shoes, exactly how Michelle loved it, but because of that also a ridiculously impractical one. Nobody, not even Michelle, could wear such heels on every-day occasions without ruining her ankles in less than a week, so they were exclusively reserved for special occasions. Spending a year in the shoe locker, with only a dozen evenings where they'd be taken out and worn, was a fairly good compromise if you'd turn back with a clean financial sheet a year later. 

Michelle grinned. But this night, they'd have to work for their clean sheet. Swiftly, she slipped into the pair of shoes. It took her a few seconds to accustom herself to the high heels, but she managed and quickly she hovering over the carpet as if walking on clouds, her heels clicking loudly as soon as she reached the parquet. She shook her head in admiration as she positioned herself in front of the mirror. 

"My my... I know I've already looked awesome before. But now, with these heels..." she shook her head in excitement. Michelle couldn't remember another occasion where she'd looked that good. The girl licked her lips sexily. "The boys won't be able to resist..." The sentence inspired a naughty thought in her mind, and Michelle began to laugh softly while tracing her fingers along her smooth dress. "Oh Beth, you're in for a ride. And I think to top it off, I'll give you the threesome of your life."

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Beth was trapped in a constant torrent of bliss and arousal. The moment Michelle had donned her, her senses had exploded with previously unknown rapture. The feeling of having her friend basically inside her body, of all of her hugging Michelle, her smooth satin flowing over her friend's skin whenever she moved... That alone had been enough to almost send her over the edge. But then she'd seen Michelle's, their reflection in the mirror - her friend had indeed looked like a goddess inside that spectacular dress - and this spectacular piece of clothing was actually her! The fact that she was not only wearing her, but even more people - the bra and the panties, and maybe even the shoes - had further increased her arousal. 

Now her friend was floating all over the party, speaking with friends and acquaintances and overall enjoying herself. And Beth was along for the ride. And nobody knew or suspected that Michelle's dress was actually a person. To them, she was an 'it', an object. A horrendously expensive and spectacular object maybe, but still only an object. And somehow, this turned her on. 

But not as much as dancing did. Whenever Michelle accepted an admirer's invitation and swirled over the dance floor in her partner's arms, Beth was in ecstasy. All of her body was rubbing over Michelle's, was pressed against her partner's, flying through the air. It was indescribable. But somehow, Beth suspected that the best was yet to come. For it was already the third time that Michelle danced with her current partner, a good looking, buff male in a fashionable suit with fly. And if she wasn't mistaken, her friend's body temperature was rising considerably in certain body zones each times she brushed against her partner, so she probably had further plans for the night. 

Whatever would happen, Beth was fairly sure that's she'd thoroughly enjoy it. 

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"Oh my God!" 

Michelle blinked at the loud outburst. Bright sunlight was radiating into her room and she felt a faint throbbing behind her temples, courtesy of several excellent wines she had enjoyed yesterday. Among other things... slowly she propped herself up. No sign of Edgardo, her one-night stand from the party. But a thoroughly disheveled room, with her Venned heels lying in one corner. Her bra hang on the mirror and the panties where nowhere to be found. She definitely wasn't wearing them, because she was completely nude. She just hoped she hadn't given them to Edgardo as a present... 

But although her one-night stand was clearly gone, she wasn't the only occupant in her bed. After all, this loud call hadn't been hers. Grinning, she turned her head and looked at Beth who was sitting next to her with a dreamy expression plastered all over her face. 

"That was... that was..." her friend stammered and Michelle had to suppress the urge to laugh. 

"Awesome?" she offered. "Is that what you're looking for?" 

"Absolutely not!" Michelle retorted with a wide grin. "Awesome is a word not good enough to describe how it was. I'd never have expected that being a dress could feel so good! And then your 'after-show entertainment'... I still can't believe that you had sex with this guy while wearing me!" 

Now Michelle laughed. "Oh, was it really that good? I've never tried it myself, actually... being worn while my wearer has sex, that is." 

"Good? It was... gorgeous! It was... sorry, there are no words. And... um..." suddenly, Beth flushed as she noticed her friend's nude state for the first time. "Um, could you please cover yourself up? I'm feeling a bit awkward..." 

"Oh come on! We've basically had a threesome this night. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Michelle snickered, but complied and wrapped herself into a blanket. "Anyway... so..." she twinkled. "Does this mean that my wardrobe has just gotten a bit bigger?" 

"What?" Beth ogled. "No! I have I life. I don't want to spend months in your closet. It was fun, but that's a bit too much." 

"What a pity." her friend sighed. "You were the most beautiful dress I've ever worn. And wearing a friend instead of some stranger made it special too. I guess for the birthday party next weekend then I have to wear one of regular dresses..." 

"Birthday party? Next weekend?" Beth piped up with sudden excitement sparkling behind her eyes. 

"Yeah..." Michelle continued deliberately solemn. "One of Dad's friend's son is celebrating his 25th birthday next weekend and I'm invited. I'd have loved to show off my new dress, but it seems as if I have to take one of my usual ones..." 

"Waaaaiiiiit a moment." the other girl said long-drawn out and fidgeted with her hands. "Maybe... just maybe..." she started slowly, trying her best to ignore the Cheshire cat grin spreading over Michelle's face.

"Yes, maybe?" Michelle interrupted innocently, but already reveling inwardly.

"Maybe... I could borrow you your favorite dress again...? For the weekend... so what do you say?" 

Michelle laughed. "What I say? I say that you're the best dress, pardon, friend a girl could have! There will always be a place for you in my wardrobe!" 

Beth giggled. "You know, you're really spoiled. But... yeah... maybe I'll take up on your offer from time to time..." 
Summary: Beth's friend Michelle is a bit of a spoiled girl. That's no wonder when you're a fashion designer with millions of income. But what Beth didn't know was that Michelle was basically keeping hundreds of people in her clothing drawers. Imagine her surprise when she finds out... 


Okay, this is a fun little Trust Machines story... I had the idea for this months ago, but I only started working on it a few days short of Christmas. The original motivation was that I felt that I've slackened on fun Venn stories a bit (Monster Wars are definitely not 'fun Venn stories' xD), so this was supposed to go into the directions of most of dkfenger's Venn (and other) stories. Basically the original direction of the universe with just having a bit of innocent fun with innocent inanimate tfs. ^^ 
I hope you like it! :)


TF-Themes: 
Inanimate (Dress) 


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I never thought that being just a piece of clothing would be so exciting  n////n