Here's my translation of Chapter 4 of the World of Wool, written by WoolLayers, a story which keeps on getting better and better.
I'm still trying to find time to translate the rest, but my German is rather shaky and it takes me quite a while before I can be confident that it's a fair representation of the original.
Enjoy.
The scenes which are described in this story are pure fantasy and I expressly do not recommend that anything written here is done for real. In the case that anyone would like to do anything written in the 'World of Wool' they do so at their own risk.
The Author
Chapter 4: Breakfast
I had no idea how long I had been asleep. I had lost all sense of time. As I opened my eyes I noticed immediately that the room light was on again and that the wall opposite our bed had been opened once more.  Only Angies hanging employees had disappeared. The round woollen blanket lay once more on the floor.
I actually felt utterly comfy and relaxed, although now I would have liked to stretch out my arms and have wriggled over to Nena, the way I actually always did on a Sunday morning, to cuddle with her a little bit more. But today that was unthinkable. I also sensed how Nena stirred next to me and let out another quiet 'mmmmmmm'.
Suddenly the door opened and in came our hostess with Cora und Sheila. "Now, you old sleepy-heads. You clearly don't want to wake up. You look like you are feeling really contented in your sleeping bags." Angie greeted us. "I think that it's time for breakfast. Do you actually know what time it is?". Naturally that was a totally sarcastic question.
I was amazed.  The overalls were no more to be seen on the bodies of the three women. They had undressed. Angie wore a long, cream coloured woollen skirt and a matching snuggly angora pullover with a roll-neck. Her helpers were dressed to match each other. They wore black knitted leggings and lopi pullovers, from under which black roll-necks protruded. And their heads were no longer buried under a mask.
"As you can see, we have already undressed", Angie continued. "But now we want to free you from your feathers, or should I say your wool. Time is slipping away." Sheila went to Nena, Cora came to me. They pulled open the zippers to our woolen mummification sleeping bags and freed us from them.  Next the woolen bonds were removed from our legs, so that we could stand up.  I was a bit unsteady on my feet, but after a short time it went away.
Cora and Sheila untied the sleeves of our woollen straightjackets and pulled us out. I went to Nena and wanted to embrace her. With the words, "Hold your horses, my love", Angie stood in the way. "You'll have plenty of time to be really close together". I didn't notice the twinkle in Angies eyes when she said these words.
The two assistants pulled us out of the knee-socks that had been forced onto our arms and removed the cords from around our hands. It was a very beautiful feeling to be able to move our fingers again. "You can see to the rest on your own", said Angie. I pulled my gloves off first, as it was too difficult to do anything with such packed hands. Then I untied the scarf that held my gag so firmly in my mouth, opened my mouth zipper and removed the nowegian sock from my mouth.
A somewhat numb feeling had spread across my mouth. "That will disappear in a short while", Angie reassured me. I took off the first layer of knee-socks, the first pullover and the first pair of leggings. Meanwhile Nena did exactly the same. When I wanted to go further, Angie shouted "Stop. Don't take too much off. You'll only get cold". So we stayed as dressed up as we were. The scratchy mohair catsuits, the warm angora overalls, one pullover and the leggings together with the knee-socks.
"Now, how do you feel? It must be like you've been born again?" our hostess asked us. Somehow she was quite right. I felt really strongly like I'd been born again, now that my bonds and several layers of wool had been removed. Nena answered her: "I feel a tiny bit funny up to now. But you're quite right. The strange feeling in my mouth has disappeared." I could only agree.
Angie said that we would now go up for breakfast. Thus we left our bedroom and took the stairs upwards. Now I noticed for the first time, how severely itchy and scratchy  the mohair underwear had become in the meantime. I spoke to Angie about it. She informed me that in the night we had no doubt perspired really wonderfully and that with the warm dampness our skin would react much more sensitively to stimulation. But soon enough we we would be dry again.
Upon arrival in the dining room I noticed that breakfast was generously laid out. But there was no food. "I think a small diet and purification course does nobody any harm", commented Angie. "I've provided here different fruit juices, cold teas, mineral water and isotonic drinks. Sit down and help yourselves". Since we were really thirsty, we accepted the invitation gladly.
Angie enquired once more about our wellbeing. She stressed again, that she would do nothing that was against our wishes. I told Angie that last night, as the light went out, I had several thoughts, because we were alone in the bedroom and had nobody to help us if we had really wanted to get out of the sleeping bags.
"But I have told you that with me you are always in safe hands.  Don't you believe me?" Angie answered. "I've kept one thing from you. There are several different sensors built into the diapers that you are wearing, which continuously transmit their data by radio to a PC, like the telemetry systems in formula 1. In this way temperature, moisture-content of the skin and heartbeat are perpetually monitored. Come, I'll show you our headquarters."
That was the first time she had used the word 'our'. Who was meant by that? Were there more people other than Angie, who were up to no good in this house? Not including Sheila and Cora, of course.  They were only assistants.
We went into an adjoining room. I could't believe my eyes. The room was packed with the finest of electronics and different PCs. Who on earth looked after all this? Definitely not Angie, who had a wool-shop in the town. Perhaps her husband Peter, since he was an electronic engineer.
"Come over here", Angie said. She went to a PC and clicked with the mouse on a button. "Nena. Here you can see the curve of your well-being since you have been wearing the electronic underwear. It is very beautiful to see how aroused you were when you found out you were trapped in your warmth-suit until at least Monday. Your husband had already realised earlier and carried it with composure. And here you can clearly see how peacefully and well you slept."
"But that's not enough", she continued. "Also your head garments are not just that. Sensors for brain activity and breathing function are attached. So you see, as far as physical health goes, you are fully monitored at all times. Should any of the values reach over or under a critical point, I would be immediately alarmed by the PC via my small box which I always carry when I have guests,  and can initiate appropriate measures . My husband Peter has invented and built these facilities, by the way. Perhaps he should patent them."
On the one hand we felt to some extent that Big Brother was perpetually watching us, but then it was a very comforting feeling of security that washed over us.
Angie asked us if we wanted anything else to drink, or if we had had enough, because it was now time that we had dry clothes on our bodies again. As we had momentarily had enough, Angie went back into the cellar with us. I wondered to myself  whether she had the keys to our woolen suits after all, which which we could take off our damp things. I would be taught different.
Angie opened a door and went inside. We followed her. In the room there stood a cylinder about two meteres high with a similar diameter. "This is my drying room", said Angie. "Please take everything off which is removable." We removed our knee-socks, the leggings and the pullovers. Angie grasped Nenas woollen warmth-suit and said that it was really very beautifully wet. I had also already noticed that the two layers that we wore at the moment were quite wonderfully heavy.
Angie opened a door in the cylinder that stood in the room, and asked us to step inside. The floor was overlaid with a woollen rug, the upper end was closed off with a grid. The walls of the cylinder were covered from top to bottom with fans, like the ones you find in PCs. I did a rough estimate and came to the conclusion that there must have been at least 250 fans built in.
Angie opened the locks and zippers to our ears and inserted earplugs into us. Then she shut everything again carefully and said something to us. But we couldn't understand her, so good did the earplugs deafen our ears. She left the cylinder and closed it up.
So we stood and awaited what was to come. There was room enough to move, you could have had a go at a small dance. Soon there came a wind, the fans had begun to work. I felt through my eye-holes that the wind was really cool. But it wasn't to stay that way for too long. Soon a dry, warm breeze blew on us into our hoods, like it was from the mediterranean. It was astoundingly peaceful.  The earplugs were very good.
About a half an hour must have passed, when I noticed how my woolen outfit fit more and more snugly to my body. Nenas figure also was brought increasingly better to light. She looked absolutely captivating in her natural-coloured woolen combination. The itchiness and scratchiness of the mohair catsuits became even worse and then wore off again. The wool shrank and shrank. After a while the two layers of wool lay absolutely tight like a second skin on our bodies and constricted us quite superbly.
The wind became cooler again, but increased again with a fierceness which I had not believed possible. A regular hurricane came upon us which blew through us quite magnificently.  After a short time I felt a light frost on my skin and began to freeze. Nena also looked cold, as her nipples really drilled through the wool.
Then the wind wore off again and Angie opened the door to the cylinder. She took the plugs out of our ears and asked us if we had recovered well enough from the procedure. As we didn't feel so bad, we gave her to understand that so far everything was ok.  Nena replied that she was just a bit cold. That was evidently the keyword that Angie had been waiting for.