Picture by Cawl

I slid the key into the donation bin, opening the door to retrieve all of the clothes that were given over the week. Whistling to myself, I shoveled the garments into box after box, placing each in my truck until the pile was finally nearing an end. I reached in for one last armful when I felt a sharp sting on my finger, causing me to jerk back. As I pulled my hand back, a strange swimsuit was stuck to it. I grabbed at the spandex, trying to dislodge it from my finger, but instead it attached to the newly introduced hand. Panic set in as I tried to toss the leotard away by flapping my arms, only to cause it to hit me in the chest, attaching itself there, too. I staggered and fell, my arms too preoccupied to catch me, causing me to fall flat on my back.

I wheezed as I hit the ground, the wind being knocked out of me as the swimsuit kept encroaching around my body, flowing over my torso like a liquid. My chest started to feel strange, but I was distracted by my hands finally being able to pull free. I stared at them for a few unblinking seconds, trying to make sense of the freshly-painted nails on the ends of slim and delicate fingers. My forearms were smooth and hairless, lending credence to the femininity of these hands. Were they really mine? What had the clothing done to my calloused, scar-riddled hands? I sat up with a start as my pecs started to change as well.

I moaned as the swimsuit started to push away from my chest, soft and supple flesh pushing it away as my tits started to grow. My gasps shifted higher and higher with each one, changing my voice to one that belonged to a girl. My new breasts tried to breach through the spandex, but the swimsuit kept them at bay, albeit still allowing their seductive curves to wobble under my panicked breaths. The fabric kept on its advance, forcing its way into my pants, tearing them from my legs as it did until it conjoined at the bottom.

I was lifted into the air a bit as flesh bubbled onto my cheeks, forcing me upwards. I could feel my hips shift beneath my skin, widening to accommodate my newly plumped ass. I pawed uselessly as I felt my sex start to recede, whimpering as I felt it slip between my legs, reshaping itself to that of a woman's. My thighs started to expand, spreading across the ground like lava, accentuating my wide hips and lack of bulge. The swimsuit had turned me into a woman, and a beautiful one at that, but I could feel it wasn't done with me yet.

My hair cascaded down my shoulders, turning into a silvery mess of locks before it tied itself up into a ponytail. My eyes grew physically wider, taking on an alluring blue that complemented my new hair. My lips force themselves into a cute pout, my nose shrinking to add to my innocent appearance. A pair of sandals formed around my feet, knocking my now-too-big work boots away. I rummaged for my phone in one of the discarded pieces of my pants, turning the front-facing camera on in time to watch a few bumps emerge on top of my head, elongating into a set of fuzzy wolf ears. My hand trembled as the adorable swimsuit-clad wolf girl looked back at me, bafflement in her eyes. The phone fell from my hand as my fingers stopped responding.

My body went on autopilot, shifting from sitting on my butt to having my legs by my sides in a W pose with my hands planted firmly in front of my groin. I felt the unwanted pleasure of my breasts being jostled as my arms forced my bust forward, squeezing it to make it appear almost large. The sound of plastic creaking filled all four of my ears as a glossy sheen slowly crept up my body. I could feel my insides vanishing as the wave continued upwards, replaced by whatever material my skin was becoming. With a final burst of adrenaline, I tried to tug myself free from this hell, but not even a single muscle responded to my commands. A smile forced itself across my face as my head started to convert into plastic, the distinct scent of PVC overcoming my senses until I was fully transformed.

The world grew huge, or rather, I grew small, shrinking to only half a foot tall. I clattered to the gravel ground before feeling a tugging on my new form. I watched in horror as I was sucked into the donation bin, all the clothes I had already taken out getting pulled as well. My truck dwindled in size, turning into a Matchbox version of itself before it was dragged into the bin as well. With no evidence I had been there, the bin shut its door, the click of the lock the final thing I heard as I was sealed in darkness, destined to end up in a thrift store and bought as nothing but a collectable.