Sock It to You - Monthly Vote (Clothes)

 "Babe," you ask as your girlfriend-turned-owner as she slipped her small feet deep into your cotton body, "Do you have to wear me today?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," she responded, pulling you taut on her thighs, "It's not my fault you got yourself cursed by love idol." "It said it would make us closer! How was I supposed to know it would turn into your socks?!" You retorted, still not used to your fate.

 You thought that the little trinket you bought off that witch was the perfect way to reignite the spark in your relationship. She was busy with her college courses and you with work causing your relationship to take the brunt of this. You explained your concern to her before revealing the small heart-shaped idol and following the instructions that the witch had given you.

 The idol glowed a bright pink as it melted into your hands. "Your skin!" Your girlfriend gasped, pointing at your hands. You looked down and watched as your fingers merged together, turning white and itchy. "What the hell?" You questioned before the white started to grow. You started to panic, trying to pull or fling the white from your hands but to no avail. It spread rapidly up your arms and to your shoulders, converting your flesh into more of it. "Don't just sit there!" You shouted, clearly panicked, "Call 911!" "And tell them what? My boyfriend is turning into..." She reached out and touched your skin, "Cotton?" She had made of good point but you had larger issues on your hand, or whatever it was now.

 The growing cotton increased its speed, consuming your entire torso and starting on your legs. You stared at your girlfriend, tears in your eyes, "I love you," you whimpered, unsure if you were about to die. She took what was once your hands. "I love you too," she replied, a forlorn look on her face. She squeezed your appendages, showing off just how hollow they had become as the last of your head was consumed by the idol's magic. Your entire split in two, bifurcating into a pair of white cotton thigh highs that sagged limply in her hands.

 "Babe?" You asked, realizing you were still awake. "Oh my god! You're alive?" She squealed, pulling your split form up to her eyes, "And I can hear you!" "What... happened?" You asked, unable to see what you had become. "I can show you," she smiled, tears still on her cheeks. She held you up to the mirror, allowing you to see your new body. "I'm going to take good care of you, my love," she whispered, burying her face in you, "And I'll find that damn witch and force her to turn you back!"

 Alas, the witch you had bought the idol from never resurfaced, leaving you as a pair of socks in the possession of your girlfriend. She made sure to wash you daily so as to wear you as much as possible. She was amazed at just how strong your fabric was, pointing out how you never seemed to stretch from wear or shrink from drying. Despite the change in form, your love for her never faulted, even if she never let you out of her sight.