As It Turns Out, You Can Do a Lot with Jeans

Your sister took to wearing you regularly. Although she didn't bother to speak with you, or even at you, she had at least not forgotten you. Despite the various forms of discomfort from being a pair of jeans, you could still readily enjoy her legs despite the dim lighting within.

As a pair of jeans you fit loose enough upon your sister that you were not completely drenched in sweat within the hotter weather. Still, your sister went weeks without washing you, causing you to slowly smell of her sweat and natural body odor.

When you were washed, your sister would wash you with icy cold water, causing you to freeze and long for the warmth of being worn once more.

One day, your sister laid you out on her bed before beginning another webcam video. Addressing the webcam, she began, "Hello fans, I wanted to answer a question I have been receiving quite a bit: can Cognizant Fashions clothing be modified? I spoke with representatives from the company, and the answer is, yes, they can. They're just like any other piece of clothing."

Modified? You hadn't considered anything about how your sister might alter her clothes if she were to grow bored with them.

"Today, we'll begin with some simple pocket embroidery," your sister concluded before she stepped out of the video frame to grab her hand embroidery kit.

The next couple of hours were the most painful hours you ever experienced. Utilizing a needle, your sister stitched various colors of threads through what felt like your upper back.

The pain was excruciating, a burning sensation followed by the rough texture of the thread being **** through the wound. There was, of course, no wound. No, you were completely unharmed, but the pain was all the same.

Your sister ended her project with a stylized Venus symbol surrounded with flowery patterning on one pocket and a well done replica of the hexagonal highly stylized faerie Cognizant Fashions corporate logo.

Although the pain died down afterwards, there was still a dull throbbing sensation across your upper back.

A few weeks later, you were on your sister's bed again, **** to listen in horror as she discussed acid washing jeans. The smell of the bleach gagged you, but did little to distract from the **** of sand and pumice as your rubbed the chemical into your body, causing a burning sensation that took days to fade.

The final alteration was heralded with your sister speaking to her webcam about bringing back the punk look with a pair of distressed jeans. You don't remember much of that particular session, vague memories of intense pain combined with tweezers, sandpaper, scissors, and other instruments are all you recall.

When the pain subsided to a level that you could concentrate, you felt as if you had a number of painful cuts all over your body. Bits of safety pins and bare threads caused sharp twinges of pain upon movement, these bits holding you together.

You are not sure how you remained sane, and would have done anything for your sister to stop the pain, anything she asked.

When the day arrived that your sister set up her webcam to explain, "It's time to return my jeans to Cognizant Fashions," you realized that the nightmare was finally coming to an end.

You felt your sister lowering you into the box that you arrived in before you drifted into a slumber.