The idea of being made into a literal object though was so...embarrassing. There was objectification and then...well whatever came after that, this was it. The idea that she couldn't move on her own, being totally helpless as Carla did with her what she wanted...it was a little hot sure but just thinking about it made her cheeks red with shame.
"Do it for me?" Carla asked again, standing close enough that their lips brushed.
"...Okay." Veronica whimpered, her brain was turning to mush with Carla standing so close and acting so dominant, she could feel the bulge in the front of her pants pressing against her own mound.
"I knew you'd come through for me!" Carla beamed, rewarding her with a deep kiss that left Veronica feeling lightheaded and shaky on her feet.
"W-what do I have to do?" She asked shakily, heart pounding with nerves. "To make it work?"
"Just go to bed and lie down with me." Carla told her, already busy tapping away at the phone, "I'll just get the program set up."
Veronica licked her lips, laying down feeling anxious but also a little excited. What would it be like to be worn by Carla? She would be close in a way she'd never thought was possible. The idea turned her on a little if she was honest though that may have been because of the kiss. Carla walked over and pointed the little neon light over her body as a bright light shot out, scanning her form before beeping a few times.
"Yes! This is going to work!" Carla smiled, "Thank you so much, you're a doll."
Veronica flushed with pleasure, she loved getting compliments for her girlfriend so much. She thought such strong reactions would wear off over time but it never had, perhaps that futa pheromone at work.
"Ready?"
Carla stripped off and laid down beside her, grinning ear to ear and Veronica nodded nervously. Her girlfriend reached over to place the phone on the bedside table next to her and pressed a button, that same bright light shot out and Veronica felt a strange tingle pass through her skin as all the hairs on her arm stood on end. She looked over to Carla for support and comfort and noticed she was hard. Veronica didn't have time to question it or why her girlfriend would find the idea of her being turned into clothes sexy because the moment she laid eyes on it a high pitched whine filled the air and she winced, her squeezing closed in shock.
When she opened them her vision was blurred, that same blue light was everywhere and she felt lightheaded. The world began to shift and warp in strange ways and her body along with it. She closed her eyes again, trying to hold back her nausea only to find she couldn't open them again. Her eyes seemed to be moving, her hair and head changing into a totally different shape to her chest, torso and legs.
It was so strange; she could feel herself becoming weightless; one with the blue light as her body was transformed atom by atom into fabric, leather and metal. The process was not painful, but it was odd; she felt her body parts being split up amongst different shapes; different bits of clothing she assumed.
She was still amorphous, nothing but light and floating threads when she felt the warm skin pass through her. Fingers brushed inside her form and if she could have, Veronica would have blushed. She could feel every inch of Carla's long fingers wafting through her incorporeal form. It was like having her inside her only somehow even more intimate. She felt drawn to the warmth that was her skin and suddenly a part of her felt solid. The part that had once been her arms turned solid once more, stiff yet soft fabric moulding to the contours of Carla's arm, snaking along her back to form another sleeve as her top half became a jacket. What had once been her breasts now hugged Carla's own and in a strange way, it almost felt as though they had become one. As her fabric came to rest against her chest she could feel Carla's heart beating against her skin. The fabric there turned softer, something hard and metal came to cup at her breasts and Veronica realised she was in multiple layers at once. She could feel herself separating out, becoming a bra and blouse to fit snugly beneath the jacket.
As the new layers formed she could feel her consciousness splitting and she realised if she was to focus she could concentrate on any part; the cuff of her sleeve for example or more interestingly, the middle of her bra; Where her nipples were currently hard and pressing into the soft cups. She desperately wished she could keep her focus therefore now but with all the other sensations rushing through her rapidly changing form she couldn't manage.
That dizzy feeling increased as what used to be her head turned even more rigid than the fabric. She felt herself forming into a cap to fit snugly on top of Carla's head and through some mental fortitude, forced her vision to reappear. The stiff cap blocked much of her vision so she focused it downwards where she could finally see what was going on.
Carla was breathing heavily and Veronica felt somewhat self conscious watching her chest rise and fall. With each rise the material that made up her clothes moved with her and Veronica could feel it. It was hard to comprehend that those clothes were her, it was her down there being worn by Carla. Not only that but the mass of strange fabric and light was her as well, slowly slipping down to form a pair of panties and a tight skirt.
If she could, she would have gasped. She was familiar with Carla of course, she thought she knew her pussy and cock well but being formed into panties around them was a whole new dimension. She could feel every inch of that hard length as her pantie form tried its best to contain her and she could feel the subtle dampness of her pussy growing each second that passed. As the panties tightened and finished forming Carla gasped, her cock twitched and Veronica could feel the subtle movement in such detail it nearly made her white out from the sheer intensity.
She could feel Carla's shapely ass crushing down on her skirt and pantie form, crushing her into the mattress. As well as her smooth thighs and long legs. She wiggled her toes as Veronica's own feet became a pair of sensible boots. Veronica had never given much thought to feet but now that she could feel those toes rubbing up against her leather lining she realised she would be thinking about them a lot more from now on.
Carla took one final deep breath and the last of the blue light dissipated, leaving Veronica totally transformed. She felt overwhelmed, almost every part of her new surface was touching part of Carla, from the blonde hair tickling the inside of Veronica's hate form to her toes way down in those boots. Veronica couldn't help but feel overstimulated and a little embarrassed. She was glad she couldn't blush anymore or she would almost certainly be beet red by now.
"Wow, you fit perfectly." Carla said quietly, wiggling a little back and forth on the bed.
The simple movement made Veronica feel as though she were short circuiting. Carla's ass crushed her further into the mattress, her shoulders pressed back into the pillows and with each roll her softening cock shifted slightly inside her panties. There was too much to focus on, her mind shifted from item to item, forcing the others to the back of her consciousness only for some movement to force her back again.
"How do you feel?"
'Uhhh....uhhhhh.'
"I can hear you, you know." Carla teased, "You should like you're having a conniption."
Maybe she was, that would depend, what was a conniption? She did her best to relax, focus on being a hat as that was the least...stimulating. Carla was softening at least which helped immensely. Her emotions were all over the place and she desperately wished she could take a moment to take a few deep breaths to calm herself; but clothes don't need to breathe. Instead she focused on Carla's breathing; the feeling of her warm skin against her bra and blouse. This was a mistake as her focus immediately went to her breasts. Those beautiful, double d breasts that she loved to motorboat so much, even if it was a little embarrassing.
She could feel every inch of them now as her bra form hugged the skin, even the gentle curve of her spine thanks to the backwire. Her focus shifted there and her vision went dark in the gloom under her clothes. She couldn't see them but she could feel those nipples, still stiff against her.
She wasn't panicked or shocked anymore but she was aroused and once again she was thankful there were no physical signs of it to let Carla know. This was embarrassing enough, if Carla knew she was getting turned on just by touching her body the humiliation levels may well have turned fatal.
Carla sat up, further crushing her panties and skirt into the mattress and temporarily making Veronica's focus pull again before she managed to get a hold of herself as Carla stood. She moved to the mirror so they could both see.
She really did look exactly like Carla's uniform, were she not experiencing it right now Veronica would never believe anything was different to normal. She was made up of a green jacket, skirt and hat over a white blouse and underwear. That tight sensation that had been emanating from what used to be her stomach turned out to be a stiff leather belt with a metal buckle, similar in style and make to the boots.
Carla grabbed hold of her lapels and straightened them; it felt just like when she grabbed hold of the front of Veronica's shirt and pulled her in for a kiss.
