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So how has it been being my dress these last couple of weeks? I hear you, but you’re not making a ton of sense. I know you were excited when I first changed you. When I picked you out among all my subscribers you were thrilled! I remember you could barely wait, you even skipped the last meal at the 4-star restaurant that I promised. You were so turned on by the thought of wrapping around me that you had the biggest erection. Awkward. Yes, I remember that. The first time I wore you, it wasn’t even an hour before you started complaining in my head. It stretched you out so much that I had to silence you for the rest of the night. Remember, though that I warned you about what it might feel like. I warned you that your senses might be hyper-sensitized, so it’s not really MY fault that you couldn’t handle the sensations. And yes, I know that you being in my closet between wearing, got you bored to a point where, according to your own words: you nearly “lost your mind.” But I did notice a change in you. After that first trip to the dry cleaners, you calmed down greatly. It’s almost like the chemicals leeching into your cloth changed you. You didn’t complain as much when I wore you the second time, you seemed happier, less bothered by the sensations of being worn. I’ll admit that I didn’t know that would happen. But then again, maybe it’s for the best. You didn’t seem to like being worn, so maybe the changes to your mind will make it more bearable for you. Because, let’s be honest, the only other option was for me to not wear you, which is ridiculous. You look too good on me, and I’ll be damned if I give up a good dress just because it’s painful for you. You can’t even remember your own name, can you? Haha, did you just call me “owner?” You don’t remember my name do you? I’ll have to keep this new discovery in mind for the next time. But until then, I guess I’ll wear my new favorite dress!

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