Amanda stood there, transfixed. Her dear friend, Maria, had been transformed into a pair of walking pantyhose. The pantyhose that had been Maria stood up, as if an invisible Maria was wearing it. The feet were arched, as if the pantyhose were accessorized with high heels. The pantyhose itself was a shiny, suntan sheer to waist, glistening in the sunlight. Amanda's mouth hung open, the sight was unbelievable.
While she stood there, stunned, other pairs of pantyhose began to walk over to Amanda. Hips swaying, as if they were being worn by invisible women. "Join us," Maria's voice vibrates through her head. Amanda shakes her head and screams out, "No!" The voice of Maria continues, "Amanda, look at yourself. From waist to toe, you're covered in pantyhose. You're already half way there. Trust me, it feels so wonderful to be nothing but walking pantyhose. Sheer bliss." The suntan hose stops walking and spins in a circle. "See Amanda? Still me. I'm still Maria. Only I'm Maria the sexy suntan hose instead of Maria the human. We're never going to grow old, or fat. Just forever being pantyhose and enjoying the pleasure it brings. What do you say, Amanda?"
