The mundane life of a bikini bottom
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
You lay there in a little heap, listening to the sound of Irena showering in the other room, while the morning sunlight crept through the gaps in the curtaiin down onto you, warming your flat little bikini bottom shaped body. A short while later, Irena, wrapped in a towel and dripping slightly on the carpet, walked back into the room. Casually she scooped up your little heap and looked thoughtful, before she said to herself,
"Hmm...don't really need a bikini at the botanical gardens" Which is where the women had decided to go today, during their meal yesterday. So with a casual shrug, she tossed you into her open, brand new suitcase. Right where she planned to put her dirty clothing to keep seperate from her clean items.
You lay there shocked, She diidn't refer to you by name, just as a bikini. She surely hadn't forgotten about you again, had she? Of course, she had. After the amount of alcohol she drank last night, mixed with her natural forgetful nature, in her mind you were just one of her recent purchases, no memory of the poor man she had accidentally trapped as a pair of bikini bottoms was in her mind.
Having tossed you aside, she picked herself out a nice outfit, something nice and breezy for the warm day in he botanical gardens. Wearing a light summer dress and sandles, she applied some light makeup, slipped her sunglasses on and left her room to go meet Kimberly and her daughters. Then for you, there was only silence.
To her Credit, Cassie still remembered your situation, but seeing that Irena was not wearing you today and remembering that you were effectivly stuck due to the dye until they got home, she didn't bring it up and thought you could at least have a rest today. This of course, moved her back to her mantra incase her sisters asked about your absence.
You lay there, unmoving, silent, in the open suitcase, staring up at the ceiling and part of your matching bikini top. You had spent all day trying to reform, to wriggle, basically anything but it had been useless. Whatever high quality dye was soaked into you seemed to be holding you perfectly in shape. Until it was removed, you likely would act just like you appeared to be.
While you lay there, boredly waiting for the hours to pass, Cassie and her family were having a lovely day in the botanical gardens, they had a nice lunch in a cafe, they wandered around a few shops and went out for another nice meal. By the end of the day, Cassie was telling her mom what a wonderful trip this girls holiday was. That of course made Kimberly smile for multiple reasons.
You were not interacted with again until the next day, when Irena decided to wear you to the local spa with Kimberly, relaxing in tanning booths, getting massages with you laid on the bench nearby, etc. She treated you like she would any other bikini bottom, Kimberly barely glanced at you. You began to worry they had all forgotten you were there.
Day after day you were helpless to the whims of what Irena wanted to wear, sometimes left in her room, sometimes worn on your own or under other outfits. Eventually however, the holiday came to an end. Irena packed her suitcase up, sealing you in the luggage with the rest of her dirty clothing and souvineers. You hated travelling home like this, but at least you could finally be restored to normal once you got back. Cassie would remind Irena and get you sorted out.
The flight for you was loud and bumpy, down iin the cargo hold with the luggage, bouncing around with turbulance as the women above you enjoyed a relaxing flight and casual conversation. Eventually, the flight ends, the luggage is collected and the women all get into a taxi back towards their houses. When they arrive at Kimberlys house, Irena, living not far, gets out and grabs her suitcase to walk it home, saying her goodbyes to the Smalls family...
"Hmm...don't really need a bikini at the botanical gardens" Which is where the women had decided to go today, during their meal yesterday. So with a casual shrug, she tossed you into her open, brand new suitcase. Right where she planned to put her dirty clothing to keep seperate from her clean items.
You lay there shocked, She diidn't refer to you by name, just as a bikini. She surely hadn't forgotten about you again, had she? Of course, she had. After the amount of alcohol she drank last night, mixed with her natural forgetful nature, in her mind you were just one of her recent purchases, no memory of the poor man she had accidentally trapped as a pair of bikini bottoms was in her mind.
Having tossed you aside, she picked herself out a nice outfit, something nice and breezy for the warm day in he botanical gardens. Wearing a light summer dress and sandles, she applied some light makeup, slipped her sunglasses on and left her room to go meet Kimberly and her daughters. Then for you, there was only silence.
To her Credit, Cassie still remembered your situation, but seeing that Irena was not wearing you today and remembering that you were effectivly stuck due to the dye until they got home, she didn't bring it up and thought you could at least have a rest today. This of course, moved her back to her mantra incase her sisters asked about your absence.
You lay there, unmoving, silent, in the open suitcase, staring up at the ceiling and part of your matching bikini top. You had spent all day trying to reform, to wriggle, basically anything but it had been useless. Whatever high quality dye was soaked into you seemed to be holding you perfectly in shape. Until it was removed, you likely would act just like you appeared to be.
While you lay there, boredly waiting for the hours to pass, Cassie and her family were having a lovely day in the botanical gardens, they had a nice lunch in a cafe, they wandered around a few shops and went out for another nice meal. By the end of the day, Cassie was telling her mom what a wonderful trip this girls holiday was. That of course made Kimberly smile for multiple reasons.
You were not interacted with again until the next day, when Irena decided to wear you to the local spa with Kimberly, relaxing in tanning booths, getting massages with you laid on the bench nearby, etc. She treated you like she would any other bikini bottom, Kimberly barely glanced at you. You began to worry they had all forgotten you were there.
Day after day you were helpless to the whims of what Irena wanted to wear, sometimes left in her room, sometimes worn on your own or under other outfits. Eventually however, the holiday came to an end. Irena packed her suitcase up, sealing you in the luggage with the rest of her dirty clothing and souvineers. You hated travelling home like this, but at least you could finally be restored to normal once you got back. Cassie would remind Irena and get you sorted out.
The flight for you was loud and bumpy, down iin the cargo hold with the luggage, bouncing around with turbulance as the women above you enjoyed a relaxing flight and casual conversation. Eventually, the flight ends, the luggage is collected and the women all get into a taxi back towards their houses. When they arrive at Kimberlys house, Irena, living not far, gets out and grabs her suitcase to walk it home, saying her goodbyes to the Smalls family...
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March 28, 2025
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