Right after you said it, you feel as if you were drowning and finally could come up and gasp for air, but now your "body" is filled with a set of completely eerie sensations. 

The most notable one is how you feel your limbs locked together and in a constant state of being stretched, as if you were hugging a giant structure in the most awkward way you could imagine. But you also feel how your sense of touch is no longer there as you knew it. You can sort of perceive you are in contact with something but no longer have any control over your body or a way to interpret what it is, all you know is that the structure is warm, and in seemingly constant movement.

You experience the same with your other senses, a mix of smells and barely a taste of what you half recall as some intense form of sweat, a noise against other less warm something when the structures controlling you keep moving and finally, a pitch black view towards this warm environment that doesn't give you any additional useful information.

Everything finally starts to make sense when you forget about your joined limbs and realize your body now has an array of delicate patterns and structures, protruding like frail wings and surrounding the back of the moving structure as a safety net for 2 semispherical mounds.

At that point, you know the Inanimatron had worked and you are your girlfriend's black panties made of silk and lace. Based on the movements, you figure out she is currently walking towards her office building to start her day of work.

Your excitement is unable to manifest itself on this body and it doesn't take too long to understand one of the consequences of transforming into an inanimate object: having such a limited point of view and a complete absence of control can make things grow dull quickly. The walking is interrupted as your girlfriend takes the elevator, but you barely can get any information from the outside world hidden as you were behind the linen and cotton blend prison of your girlfriend's pants.

Soon enough your girlfriend sits at her desk to start working and your limited perception adapts to receive this change of posture, with a huge yet bearable weight seemingly crushing you and the environment becoming quite a bit more oppressive: warmer, suffocating and potentially noxious if you were not your girlfriend's panties but a tiny version of yourself stuck so close to her crotch and her butt. 

As your girlfriend works hard on her digital marketing job, you attempt unsuccessfully to "transport" your limited view to other areas of the panty, or to redistribute your load so it doesn't feel like it's one of your legs getting most of the punishment from your girlfriend's position. Instead of the 360 degree experience you were hoping to unlock, what you learn is to feel how an human body can still move a lot even if it spends hours on a chair. From the minor moves to one side and the other to keep the blood in the articulations flowing, to the welcome tiny pauses as your girlfriend readjusts her position in the seat lifting herself a bit before resuming to press you against the chair, and even the probably imperceptible rumbles and noises coming from your girlfriend's ass. 

As you endure the burden with a weird sense of fulfillment, one of those rumbles makes your girlfriend stand up and walk again. Soon enough she stops and you finally get a set of new sensations when she lowers down her pants. The air and cold from the outside world engulf your body, and the light allows you to see where exactly your "eyes" are positioned, right in the middle of the inner front part. You feel your body being pulled away from the structure that controlled your movement all this time, her hips, and your "eyes" finally can see part of the lace that makes your body and from a very inclined perspective and short amount of time, the face and torso of your girlfriend before being pushed further down and putting you in a position where you only can see her legs. 

With her business done, your unsuspecting girlfriend pulls your body back to the place it belongs, bringing a set of new faint unpleasant smells to your familiar mix, and encloses you again in darkness with her pants. From this point on the routine continues until her work finishes, and the faintest sound of cars on the outside world makes you wonder how much time have passed and what would happen when the limit is reached. Where would you appear? How would you appear?

What happens next?