Kate and Brad were about to leave for a holiday when an argument started about whether Kate should wear jeans. They'd already agreed that they would buy only one plane ticket and that Kate would turn Brad into her underwear and wear him during the flight. That saved money and so made sense, but they had failed to agree on her outfit for the trip.
"Come on Katie, not ten hours in your jeans," Brad tried to reason with her, "It'll be hot, airless and dark," He held up her shortest summer dresses, "What about this?"
Kate crossed her arms defensively, "I'll dress as a tart for you when we get there if you like, but not on the plane."
"I'm not going to be your underwear when we get there!" he reminded her.
"Well, keep going on about my jeans and you might!"
*
Kate's magic power had made their relationship even stronger, even if Kate was increasingly in control with Brad often stepping back from arguments that he would have previously contested. He knew that she had the ultimate power over him, able to turn him into a piece of her intimate clothing at any time.
Now when arguments or differences of opinions arose, she would stop and just look at him calmly and with complete confidence. Her big innocent brown eyes took on a certain, indescribable gaze as they asked 'do you really want to go there?'
Brad would then break eye contact and look down to see what she was wearing. Was she wearing tight jeans, or worst, leather trousers? Was she sweaty from a run, or was she about to go out drinking with the girls.
Despite this, Brad still found her the most attractive and sexy woman that he'd ever met and even without her new powers, he would have had no plans to leave her. This was fortunately, as one on night after too many drinks, Kate had made it abundantly clear what she'd do to him if he ever left her or cheated on her. She'd explained in detail how she would instantly turn him into panties, a move that for him would be permanent. Using her body to demonstrate the point, she'd gone on to graphically explain why there would be no escape from her body.
This disagreement about what Kate would wear on the plane was no different. Brad stopped talking and instead walked over to kiss his five foot eight inch girlfriend on the cheek. He ran his hands up over her cute hips and up to her narrow hips, once more exploring her perfect female body.
"You know, one day I'll work out how to wriggle off your hips and down your legs."
"Really?" Kate smiled, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah."
"And how exactly will you escape from inside my tight jeans?" Kate asked touching herself between her legs, "The crotch of these jeans will scupper any escape attempt."
"Umm."
"And what will you do if you escape me? You'll just be a pair of used women's undies lying helpless on the floor."
"I'll work out how to move on my own."
"And go off to enjoy a happy life as a pair of my pink panties?"
Brad didn't have an answer to that one, but then it was all academic as the small movements he could make as a pair of panties could in no way get him off her body.
"Let's face it, when you're in panty form, my crotch is the safest place, and I'm sure the loveliness, place to be!"
Brad raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.
"Isn't it!" Kate insisted, giving him the certain look.
*
They reached the airport and Kate checked in for the flight. They then slipped into the female toilets and locked themselves inside a cubical. Kate was smiling as she always did when she transformed Brad. It wasn't only because of how 'Panty Brad', as she liked to call him, could stimulate her with amazing intimacy, but also because it felt like they were one. She could control him and protecting and he also provided her with a secret weapon that she could release if anyone ever tried to hurt her.
Brad playfully tried to kiss her, to stop her mouthing the magic words, but she pulled away and quickly ran them off. Bang, he was gone and she was now wearing underwear. She quickly picked up his clothes that had dropped to the floor and walked back of the toilets ready to board the flight.
Brad listened carefully to the muffled noises, trying to understand what was happening outside his tight jeans confine. He could hear when Kate boarded the plane and could feel her weight bear down on to him as she took her seat. He knew from the ticket that it was a window seat and he knew from past experience that she'd probably not move during the flight. He felt his cell tighten further as she clipped her seat belt in place and then pulled it extra tight, presumably for his benefit. He felt her body relax, her butt muscles release and rest gently down on to him.
Brad tightened himself to rub gently across her clit and at first he felt her legs open a little wider to enjoy the sensation. He then heard Kate acknowledge a woman who had sat down in the seat next to her and obviously feeling self conscience of what was happening inside her jeans, Kate crossed her legs tightly, crushing the front of him in between. This was her signal to stop and he reluctantly released.
Kate sitting in tight jeans with cross legs was the most restrictive position for Brad. Kate obviously couldn't talk to him with others around and she'd made it clear that he wasn't to play with her clit or vagina. He thought about tightening and pulling himself between her butt cheeks to amuse himself, but with her weight on top of him, he doubted whether he'd be able to pull himself back out. It was dark and the hum of the aircraft was muffled, making time pass slowly as he lay helplessly in his warm comfortable prison.
*
When they arrived, Kate collected their suitcase and started to walk out towards the taxis. She removed her leather jacket revealing a tight damp white t-shirt underneath.
"Come on Katie, time to turn me back!"
It had been over ten hours and Brad felt every bit like a 'used' pair of panties, with the temperature rising even higher as Kate strode through the hot and humid arrivals hall. The moisture in the air made him stick to her glutes as they pushed her long slim legs forward through the crowds.
"There's nowhere private to turn you back," Kate breathed as she pushed forward, her whole body starting to perspire.
"The toilet?"
"They were yuck!" she snapped.
"Well it's starting to get a bit 'yuck' in here."
"Too bad, you'll not getting out until we reach the hotel," she snapped, "and maybe not even then if you call me yuck again!"
Brad tightened up as much as he could in an attempt to get his own back on the intransigent girl. Kate noticed, but having slightly tighter pants was not a big issue for her right then and she just walked faster to raise the temperature inside her jeans even more.
It was almost half an hour later when Kate finally slid into back of a taxi where the aircon was only slightly better that the atmosphere outside. The driver kept glancing at her as he drove and Kate stared resolutely out of the window to avoid his gaze. Normally she would have been concerned, but she knew had a secret weapon between her legs that she could release into his human form and who would happily kick the shit out of anyone who threatened her. He'd done it once before when some guy had shoved her. That guy had had no chance and neither would anyone else who dared to touch her. That thought made her feel happy, as did the twitching that was now gently massaging the lips of her vagina.
*
