Being informed there was a mixup and you were the ordinary object to start

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They do some of the only inanimate tf audios and there needs to be more. One of their early pieces was a clothing tf audio that is still the best

I don't want to push my stuff too hard but bad end tf stories is what this account (and patreon) are for

Further experimentation reveals that you CAN mark your price down using a second sticker, you just wish your friend had started higher than 4.99

I think my method would be to sort of have the character act mostly the same but progressively try to fill the form's function the more they changed. Clothes less worried about the TF and more interested in trying to climb into a drawer or onto a person, etc

Just kidding, they're all inanimate TF hoops. They're all going to clatter to ground the second you let go and leave you waiting for your new owner (I-Mart of course)

You'd get bored waiting for your owner, but sitting on a desk is also what you're for. You're doing your job well already. Why were you ever nervous about making that call? 6/6

You shrink, smaller and smaller, until you're maybe a foot and a half tall. And then you're complete. The receiver lets out a disconnection tone, but it's not like you can do anything about it. Not that you would, because that's not your purpose. You light when turned on. It's what you're for. 5/?

Your foot stretches into a cord, falling off the table, where you can just catch the toes turning into electrical prongs. That's the last you get to see of your changes before your head is forced up at an angle, your forming lampshade locking your vision in place. Finally, you feel a compression 4/?

"What does that mean?" you ask, but you're already halfway on the table in front of you before you finish speaking. You want to ask more, but the black switch your tongue is becoming just sticks out instead. Your thinning body is both hidden and revealed by your clothes falling to your base 3/?

So what is this feeling of dread that you have? Fuck it, you want to be your sona. You grab the receiver and with shaking hands, dial the TF hotline. It rings once and then picks up. Silence on the other end. Maybe you called the wrong num- "Desk lamp." a quiet voice says to you. What the hell? 2/?

The coworker reaches forward, grabbing your thin lips and tilting your whole head back, your mouth as wide as your body. A hand reaches into you, rummaging around until it grasps and pulls out your beating...tupperware? "I think I need to buy a new lunchbox. You're getting too sentient." (4/4)

and as they merge with your skin, a rough blue exterior replacing your clothes and skin alike. "I only turn you into a human for the carpool lane" he casually explains. The room shifts as you shrink, weak limbs flopping as they hollow out and retract, and 90 degree edges form on your chest. (3/?)

You find yourself getting up and following him as he walks out of the room. "Change? What do you mean, wh-" Your questions stop as you find yourself turning around and hopping up to sit on the counter. Something feels off, and you feel your clothes tightening around you (2/?)