Kim continued to sleep thorughout the rest of the morning as the rest of her family got up and went about their daily routine.
Around 11 o'clock, the teenage girl finally sat up and rubbed her eyes until she could see straight. Kim stretched and yawned when the underlying feeling of forgetting something unearthed her forgotten task from the recesses of her memories.
"Oh shit," muttered Kim, now fully awake she rocketed out of the bed around to her dresser. She yanked the top dresser drawer open and dug through the socks and pajamas until she uncovered a small, gnarled and twisted stick only 6 inches long.
Brandishing the stick in her hand, Kim made her way to the other side of her room where she was startled to see that the pile of clothes that she left on the floor last night was gone.
"Shit, shit, shit," uttered Kim as she bent over to make sure that her clothes weren't under the bed. She still saw no sign of her wayward clothes but her ears did detect a pair of faint droning noises downstairs, the washer and dryer going through their cycles.
Kim scrambled out of her room and down the staircase. She ran into her mom in the kitchen who was a little interested in seeing what had her daughter in such a hurry. Kim said that she had left something in the pocket of her blue jeans and asked her mother if they were being washed. Her mother scolded her for using her dirty clothes as a place to keep something and responded that she had picked up the clothes off the floor and that they were now in the dryer.
Kim ran to the dryer and opened it to be greeted by a blast of hot air. She reached into the pile of heated garments and found her pants but instead of searching her pockets she looked inside of the pants bottom where she found her pink panties still snuggled inside.
She fished the baked underwear out and ran upstairs with them at the same speed that she descended them a minute earlier.
She entered her room, closed her door and threw the hot panties onto her bed.
"Damn that's hot," said Kim as she nursed her scalded hand. She realized that she would have to wait for the underwear to cool down before she could begin with the "procedure", she also hoped being washed and dried hadn't hurt the panties.
After two long minutes had passed Kim felt that the panties were cool enough to begin, she pointed the stick at the undergarment on her bed and uttered the word "revert". The stick sparked like a downed powerline causing the panties to inflate and tumble around on her bed like a fish out of water. It expanded and grewappendages while the color shifted from heart pink to a more subtle skin tone peach. Pieces of the soft material broke off to form other types of clothing that clung to the growing lump of flesh on the bed. Soon Kim was standing before a human, teenage girl instead of the article of clothing that
was there mere seconds ago.
The girl coughed as she she tried to muster up enough saliva to speak, when she found that she couldn't do so she opted to simply look at her with an icy stare that would chill anyone to the bone.
"Uhhmmm, sorry Cindy. I guess I overslept a little," replied Kim sheepishly, looking away to avoid the accusing gaze of her friend.
