Whitewood: Laundry Deterrence (Patreon)

Sorry for the delays, but here it is! This was actually MUCH longer, but I managed to condense it all down into the parts that really mattered.

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Ethan Adams, Whitewood’s newest transient, grinned as he lurked among the appliances of the closed Laundromat. He’d been casing the place for a week as he did odd jobs for the owners, a nice old couple known as the Mitchells. Sure, he did a good job, but the scrawny twenty-one year old was there for a specific reason: Fulfilling his perverted desires by swiping left over women’s clothing from the machines after hours. He LOVED the feel of the lacy material against his skin, especially when he was jacking off thinking about the women they belonged to. It's not like he cared what they thought anyway, women were just things for his amusement and sexual gratification anyway.

“Aha, jackpot! Man, I'm SUCH a perv, ha!” The thief whispered as he slowly pulled the washer door open and reached in for his prize; a set of lacey black bra and panties. But the moment his grubby hands had touched the fabric, Ethan felt himself lifted up and painfully shoved inside the appliance!

“WOAHEYNO!” He bellowed, but the see through door of the washer slammed shut in Ethan’s face! And then the machine started to hum ominously before water began pouring in!

“Oh god!” Ethan sputtered as the cold liquid poured into his mouth. And was that…soap? Oh god, he had to get out of here! But the cramped and compacted body of the thief could do nothing but stomp his free foot helplessly against the seemingly impervious glass bubble on the washing machine’s door as the soapy water continued to rise and rise, eventually submerging Ethan entirely. 

‘HELP SOMEONE OH GOD I DON’T WANT TO DIE!’ He gurgled as best he could, but suddenly the machine began to spin, and Ethan lost all sense of, well, everything as he was painfully tossed around until finally his burning lungs demanded release. The foul water rushed into his mouth and down his throat and Ethan black out as he drowned in detergent and bleach.

Slowly the washer spun down as it’s cycle ended, the mass inside of it shifting noisily as the spinning continued to move it long after it had ceased moving on it’s own. And then with a musical tone, the washer shut off and the hatch slowly swung open, the lone movement within the closed Laundromat. For a long while there was stillness and silence, but then a damp squishing noise was heard as, ever so slowly, the dark, formless mass within the washer began to quiver and shake as it grew in size and form.

The dark color shimmered and shifted as an angled sphere rose from the mass, revealing a bundle of slender, tanned hairless arms. A torso expanded outwards as a massive breath was taken, oxygen rushing into it’s fleshy cavity. Beneath it, long legs moved with creaky precision  as they unfolded from a set of hips. And then the tanned mass moved forward, gaining manicured nails, a cute nose, a pair of generous breasts and a cute, pouting face as it crawled out of the washer it had been birthed in. A pair of perfectly formed hands slapped loudly against the tile in the otherwise silent Laundromat as the new woman stared out into the dimly lit facility.

“Ugh, w-where am I?” She muttered with a husky voice as she pulled herself completely out of the washer, her muscles aching with newness at the awkward physical exertion. Finally free of the wet, metallic womb she pulled herself upright and took in her bearings as her brain, having been washed clean of any former memories, struggled to put things together.

Her name was…E-something. Ethelle? No, she was WAY too young and sexy for that name! Estelle? No, she didn’t fit that either…She pondered for a moment, her pretty face contorted in a pout before it finally came to her. It was so dark in here this evening…Wait…

EVE! THAT WAS HER NAME!

Suddenly, like the lights that switched on overhead, it all came flooding back to her! Her name was Eve Adams, and she was a student at the nearby university. This was the Laundromat where she worked in the evenings after class! She must have been super tired because she’d fallen asleep while doing her laundry! Why else would she only be wearing her bra and panties?

“I hope the Mitchells don’t get mad. It was super nice of them to let me do laundry here for free!” She muttered in her unknowingly new voice as she bent down and fished out her clothes. They were the tattered remains of Ethan’s former life, already taking on a feminine form the longer the strange event went on, and by the time Eve had placed them in the nearest dryer and started it, they were clearly clothes belonging to a co-ed. 

After all, she was part of the local Gamma Upsilon Rho Lambda sorority branch! She pulled out the phone that she didn’t notice had just materialized next to her and began flickering through her social media, giggling at all the funny photos with her new sor-sisters that she’d been inserted into. And then the numerous hunky boys that she’d been flirting with. Maybe she should…

By the time Eve’s laundry was finally done, she’d set up dates with two hunks from the nearby frat, on the same night! It was a risky move, but one she was sure would pay off! Especially if she managed to get both in bed in the same night! As Eve folded her extra clothes and slipped her newly clean outfit back on in the dark privacy of the Laundromat, she suddenly had a wicked idea.

“Maybe” She began to no one in particular, “I can swipe a pair of boxers for my….collection!” She giggled to herself at the risqué thought, “Gawd, I’m SUCH a perv!”