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Kor’s Altered Items

1. Smokin’ Leather

At the behest of Jordan Ochoa, I will be recording audio notes and then transcribe them for the record.

Object description: At first sight, the object appears to be a pair of leather gloves most likely used for driving, like the movies or the leather heads, slim button clasps. Picking up the gloves, the texture of them is soft and malleable. Their size, however, compared to mine, are about 3 times larger. Smells lightly of leather with a gentle hint of cigarette smoke.

I will now put them on my own hands. Like before, the gloves are much larger than my hands, so I will leave the button clasps alone and will simply slip them on over my hands. The material inside is just as soft as the outside.

No adverse effects/affects have occurred, still quite loose.

About 10 minutes have passed and the gloves have begun to shrink, rapidly. The fingers have shortened and hemmed themselves to fit snuggly around my small fingers, but not tight enough to hinder flexibility.

After 30 minutes, the gloves are now tightly contoured around my fingers and a slight restriction of movement. Cupping my hands to my mouth and nose, the gloves smell the same. Waited for any changes but nothing was happening. I decided to remove the gloves to move on to the next item.

Reaching for the clasp of the left glove, I realized that it was gone….how? I checked the clasp on the right glove and concluded the same fact. I began pulling at the fingers. No movement, as if the gloves had super glued themselves onto my hands.

My heart rate is rising because of this fact. I flexed my fingers and cracked my knuckles, as if to calm my bothered nerves. It did not work.

“What are you?” I asked my gloved hands, palm facing up. Receiving no answer, I sighed a heavy sigh and allowed my hands to go limp.

I leaned against the table to get into range of my audio recorder. “Leather gloves, shrinking to fit, have seemingly bonded to my hands as I cannot remove them at the time of this recording….” I felt my fingers flex as if holding something between them. Rotating my wrists around, I saw my left hand holding what looked to be a pack of cigarettes contained in white packaging. In my right was a simple butane lighter, presuming to light a cigarette intending to be smoked.

“Observation is complete, please move to next item.” A monotone voice rang in the hollow, white room. “I would if I could get these gloves off!” I retorted, knowing I would not receive a response. Heart rate has increased along with shortened breath.

(Thought I could start sharing some kinky stories/situations) :)