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There's nothing quite like the experience of being transformed into a woman's panties. It's my absolute favorite way to exist, feeling the soft fabric become my skin, knowing I'm about to be pulled up her legs and pressed right against her most intimate areas. I live for that closeness, that total surrender to her body. But if I'm being honest, I have a strong preference for being a thong over regular panties. As a thong, I get pulled up deep into her ass crack, wedged right where her cheeks meet. Those firm, warm cheeks press against me from both sides, surrounding me completely in this tight, intimate embrace. And the smell, that rich, stinky ass aroma, is so much stronger and more concentrated when I'm buried deep in there. It’s intoxicating. Being a thong means I’m not just against her, I’m part of her, tucked right where her scent is strongest and her body holds me the tightest. When she farts, it's the most intense part of the experience. Trapped deep in her crack, there's no escape from the sudden, hot burst of air. It rushes against me, vibrating through the fabric of my being, and that stinky smell I love so much becomes overwhelming in the best way. It's a direct, intimate gift from her body, and I'm perfectly positioned to receive every bit of it. The pressure from her cheeks just holds it all in, letting me marinate in her personal scent. It’s the ultimate proof that I belong right here.