Celebwear Glitch (penis TF)

Ever since Celebwear became popular, I’ve been weirdly obsessed. I would read basically every one of their testimonials that they would post, and while I’m sure that didn’t represent every single customer of theirs, I was drawn ever more to it. The idea of being transformed into some piece of clothing around a beautiful, famous woman took over my brain.

Me, Alan, the nobody who worked in accounting, being in the life of an A-tier celebrity? It almost didn’t even seem real. After almost a year of putting aside basically every dollar that I didn’t need to spend on necessities, I was ready. I also never took a day off work and volunteered to work on holidays so I could bank some extra PTO.

I had decided on Hunter Schafer. Not only was she beautiful, but I respected her for being so open about being trans. I was also a big fan of Euphoria, so it all just made sense. I wanted to be her necklace, worn intimately, but still able to see the world and be a part of her daily routine.

I filled out the forms and clicked the accept button, ready for the transformation to take me. Immediately after I hit the button, the website glitched and the ‘Target Object’ changed, scrolling quickly through several other options including panties, bra, and even breast before the characters glitched out completely and ended up as utter nonsense. 

Just as I acknowledged that, I passed out, a faint feeling coming over me before I fell into a black void. My last thought was a mix of panic over the glitch and the question of whether or not this feeling was normal.

I came slowly, my senses returning one by one. I could feel myself moving, being pulled around gently almost like I was on a hospital bed being rolled down a hallway. I could feel the warm moisture around me that betrayed the presence of a human body. If I was a necklace, maybe I was already being worn. I could feel two fairly distinct masses touching me. They must be Hunter’s breasts! It worked!

I blinked a few times, metaphorically of course as I didn’t actually have eyelids anymore, when I realized my eyesight hadn’t returned yet. But then I saw a bit of light reach me, shining through cloth of some kind. It was then that I figured out that I was covered by something.

My world shifted, the masses to either side of me moving forward and backward opposite each other. But that didn’t make sense. If this was her chest, it wouldn’t move like that. And I wasn’t moving the right way either, I was bouncing with the movement of her body, but it was wrong, like I was held close to her, not at the end of a chain.

For hours I was left like this, until finally the cloth around me fell away and I realized what happened. The cloth that covered me wasn’t her blouse, but her panties, and I hadn't been transformed into her necklace, but her penis! This realization hit me hard, a cold shiver running through my body.

But then I realized where I was and I immediately panicked. We were in a bathroom, standing over a toilet! Hunter pulled her panties and skirt down to the floor and turned around. I screamed in my head as she descended down onto the seat. I could see the water coming up toward me, the light of the room falling away as she sat down.

No, no, this is wrong, this is so wrong! She’s… she’s sitting down on the toilet and I’m her dick! After a moment it happened. I could feel something welling up deep inside of me, like I was getting ready to throw up. Hunter’s urine welled up what felt like my throat and burst from my mouth, dropping down in a steam to splash against the water below us. The disgust of what was happening was overwhelming, the taste and smell mixed with the sensation of constant vomiting.

Finally it let up and she shook me a few times, my body feeling tiny in her grip. The estrogen of her transition had clearly had an effect on her, on me. I was nothing but a tiny, vestigial penis hanging between her legs.

I was in shock for so long I don’t remember when she realized that she could see my thoughts through the Celebwear App. It appeared glitched, however, and Hunter couldn’t understand me perfectly, but she could get the general idea of what I was thinking.

I half-listened to her phone conversation with Celebwear customer support, asking how it was possible that the transformation had gone wrong. I didn’t pick up on much of it, but I understood that the program had some fatal error and there was no way to reverse it. Celebwear offered Hunter and I sizable monetary compensation to make up for the technology failure. In my case it was to be sent to my next of kin, though since I hadn’t put any on file, Hunter herself ended up getting my portion as well.

At first it was terrible, but after a while I started to enjoy it. I didn’t have to worry about much, Hunter only ever used me to urinate, which I became used to pretty quickly. There was something kind of nice about being her little flaccid penis, going with her everywhere, having the occasional deep conversation with her, when the Celebwear communication app worked anyway, which wasn’t too terribly often. She didn’t know my name, since my records were wiped in the glitch that caused this, and try as I might, I was unable to get the app to recognize my name, so I just became known as Penis.

I came to know Hunter very well, and appreciated her all that much more. She was unapologetic about what she was and didn’t tuck me tightly away like one would expect. Overall, I was content with my new situation, which was good because I didn’t really have any say in it at this point…