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Look at you, all stretched out and useful. You wanted to get close to pussy so bad, and you knew every woman would reject you, so you turned yourself into panties. Now here you are, just a piece of fabric hugging my hips, soaked in sweat by the end of the day. Is this what you dreamed of? Being nothing more than an accessory for someone else’s body? Pathetic. But don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of time up close and personal now. Every movement I make, every shift… you’ll feel it all. Enjoy your new life as my underwear. My pussy is flawless, smooth, tight, and always wet. Men beg just for a chance to taste it or feel how perfectly I clench around them. But you? You’ll never know what that’s like. You wanted to be close to me so badly that you gave up being a man entirely. Now you’re just fabric, pressed against my skin but feeling nothing real. No thrusting, no release, no pleasure, just the damp warmth of my body and the knowledge that you’ll never be good enough to fuck me like a real man could. This is as close as you’ll ever get, and it’s all you deserve. Don't worry though, I'll continue to wear you. Maybe sometimes after a long night out, when some real man has left me dripping and satisfied, I’ll cream onto you. You’ll probably like it, soaking in what you can never have for yourself. It’s the closest you’ll ever come to being inside me, feeling my warmth without ever truly experiencing it. You wanted this life, remember? To be nothing more than a wet spot on fabric while real men enjoy what you threw away.