Get the Book, for All the Good It Does

Once she was dressed, Violet tried to be as quick as possible. She headed to her parents' room again, hoping to find the book. As soon as she opened the door, she saw her mom's nightgown from earlier, sitting at the vanity. Violet's eyes widened as she realized that everything wasn't simply content to hide as soon as another person was in the house again.

"I need that book," Violet whispered to the gown, leaning toward it. The satiny sleeves of the sheer nightgown reached out to her, and she frowned, looking around. With a sigh, she approached the gown with her arms out. It was a very snugly thing, but the last time she allowed herself to be taken in by its affectionate demeanor, the tone quickly turned on her. Still, without the book she had **** but to play ball with these enchantments.

As the gown rose off of the stool, giving Violet a hug, she hugged it back. Trying to be sincere in her actions, she hugged hard enough that she could feel it take some of her weight off of her feet as it rose higher into the air. Violet gasped a little as the sleeves reached behind her, and she suddenly felt insubstantial fingers grab her rear through her denim skirt. The gown slowly turned her around as the two spun in the air together, and Violet took a deep breath, wondering how much hot water she was going to get into.

When she was turned all the way around, however, she saw that her parents walk-in closet had opened its doors. The light clicked on inside, and sitting on the top shelf in the very rear was the magic book.

As quickly as the gown had picked her up, it placed her feet back on the ground again, its sleeves releasing her after one of them sweetly caressed her cheek.

"Oh, thank you thank you thank you..." Violet repeated in a whisper, squeezing the gown one more time for good measure. She quickly went into the walk-in, rising to her tiptoes and reaching for the book. The top shelf was just barely too far for her to reach, but in another surprising moment of cooperation, her socks lifted her off the ground just enough for her to grab it. "Hey, thanks!" Violet said, steadying herself as her socks placed her back on the ground.

She was **** to show the tome off to her mother, but after she was found naked in the kitchen (okay, so especially after the **** accusation), she figured she really didn't have a choice. These things were a little too unpredictable to try to quickly reverse the spell, and two heads were bound to be better than one in terms of trying to figure this out--especially before the rest of the family got home. When Violet left the closet, her mother's robe seemed to be waiting for her in the bedroom again.

It had it sleeves out once more. Violet reluctantly hugged the thing again, about to say "thanks" to the thing for helping her, and suddenly, she was lifted off the ground.

"Hey...no," Violet hissed at the thing, kicking against it. It wasn't long before her own socks held her feet still, and her skirt tightened around her thighs, hobbling her further. "Come on, don't..." She held on tight to the book as the nightgown's sleeves tightened under her arms. It carried her back out of the doorway of her parents room, and once she was in the hall again, her denim skirt went loose on her.

It didn't just let go of her thighs, though--it had unbuttoned and unzipped itself again, sailing down her legs just as easily as it had found its way on her. "That's not fair," Violet huffed as the nightgown carried her toward the stairs. She didn't exactly want all this rogue magic to be revealed to her mother, but since she was going to show her the book anyway, maybe some hard proof of why she was naked in the first place wasn't going to be so bad.

As her skirt sailed off of her legs, her socks still held her feet and calves in place. she could feel the t-shirt starting to ride up her sides, exposing her belly as the gown let go of her for a second. Coordinating perfectly, her tee pulled up and over her chest, forcing her arms up. It inverted itself, clinging tightly to the book and trying to pull the thing out of her grip.

"No, no, no!" Violet said, having enough of trying to keep herself quiet now. If these things were going to try to take the book again, they'd have to do it in front of her mother. She held it fast, and as she was brought down the stairs, she could hear her mother's voice from the kitchen.

"Violet, what's going on out there?" The voice asked, getting closer to the doorway. Violet's skirt was filled out in front of her, leading the way as the nightgown drifted down the stairs.

"Come out here and see!" Violet shouted back, holding on to the book with her life. Her unruly shirt kept trying to pull it out of her hands as she bobbed down the staircase in the gown's arms.

As the kitchen door swung open, Violet felt herself drop toward the stairs, though she was oriented very deliberately before it happened. There was a loud THUMP as she hit one of the lowest steps, her butt coming down and hitting at the same time her feet hit the floor, two steps lower. The gown collapsed in front of her, and her skirt tumbled out of the air and onto the ground. Her shirt was no longer fighting for the book.

"Violet, are you okay?" Her mother asked, hearing the loud noise. "You didn't fall, did you?"

"No," Violet grunted. "I didn't fall, these--"

"You're not even half dressed," Her mother said, picking up the skirt.

"And I am going to show you why," Violet said. She unfurled her shirt from around the book as her mother approached.

"What were you doing with my gown?" She asked.

"It's more of what it was doing with me," Violet responded, opening the book. She let out a little noise. Her eyes flitted over the page spread, and as she turned the leaves, her face twisted in horror. "Th...they're gone?"

Her mom picked up her gown, doubling it over itself and crossing her arms. "Honey...what's gone?"

"The sp--all of the words! There's nothing on any of these pages, and..." She took her shirt and threw it. "You stupid things!"

"Honey...I'm beginning to worry about you," Her mother said, looking down at her with pity. She held her hand out, and Violet turned over the book to her. "Are you going to tell me what's really going on here, or--"

"Listen, search my ROOM if you want," Violet said. "I promise you with every ounce of my being that I'm not on dr--"

"Oh my goodness..." Violet's mom said, flipping through the pages. "These really did look blank just a second ago. How did you manage that?" She sneered a little bit, looking back at her daughter. "Okay, now, you were going to show me why...?"

Violet stood up and looked at the book. The spells were back. By now, she knew that this was absolutely the magic messing with her.

"I want you to look up something with a big heading that says 'Auxilium'," Violet said. "It's toward the middle of the book--but any of the words after the heading won't make much sense to you."

"Oh my goodness..." Violet's mother looked away from the tome, locking eyes with her before hopping back to the page. "The...the words are moving!" Much as she focused, Violet herself couldn't see the words. It was frustrating, but at least her mother wouldn't think she was totally crazy.

"Well, can you read them?" Violet asked. Only she'd asked the stupid question did she realize what a terrible idea it was. She'd been tricked. Her mother began sounding the syllables out, and when Violet tried to stop her, one of her socks lifted and slid her foot forward, making her squeak as she tried to catch her balance.

"Violet, are you okay?" Her mother asked, seeing her fret with her balance. It was too late, though. She'd read at least a line in the tome, and with the shifting magicks inside the book, the line was enough, and precisely the line that the book needed her to read.

"I'm fine, Mom--my socks just...Mom?!" Violet's mother squealed as her blouse puffed with air, stretching at her buttons as she tried to hold the sides of her shirt together.

"Vi-Violet!? What's going on?" Violet couldn't help but be a little smug as her mother experienced the same issues she was having with her clothes.

"Well, I guess it isn't ****," Violet said, immediately sorry that she did.

"Violet, my--my blouse!" The top button undid itself, then the next. By now, Violet's skirt and t-shirt wiggled on the ground, and her mother's gown began rising up again, filling with an empty shape once more. "Wh-what's happening here?" Her mother asked, her attention at the clothes now lifting themselves off the ground.

"They're supposed to be 'helpers'," Violet said, "But there's obviously something else to the spell, and it causes, well--EVERYTHING to want to 'help'. Even the things we're wearing."

"The 'spell'?" Her mother asked. "It--it's a spellbook? Hey!" The blouse had exposed her black lacy bra entirely now, releasing the mesh and microfiber forms covering her enrormous breasts.

"Yes, and it's very, very important that we keep track of it!" Violet said. "And, mom, I wouldn't try to fight them." Her mother was obviously distraught at the sight--and the feeling of her clothing revolting against her own body--but she listened to Violet's directions, letting her arms down as the blouse slid off of her arms and began buttoning itself up again. Violet grabbed the spellbook tightly, holding it to her chest and looking around suspiciously at all the other clothing.

Her tee and skirt were paired up again, and she posed defensively, protecting the book as they doubled back to her. To Violet's surprise, they simply drifted skyward, going right over her head in the open stairwell and drifting to the top of the stairs as they headed to her room.

"What are they going to do to us?" Violet's mom asked, watching her empty gown and blouse embrace each other as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well...they won't hurt us, I'm certain of that," Violet said, "But they're a little liberal about the application of what 'helpful' means." Her mother gasped, and they both looked down at her mom's slacks who were busy unbuttoning and unzipping themselves.

"Oh god, they're not going to leave us nude, are they?" Violet's mom asked. Violet looked down at her own underwear, which seemed to be behaving for now.

"I, uh...I don't know," Violet said, feeling bad about getting her own mother involved in all of this. "What would be really HELPFUL to me is if this book cooperated and let me read more of it so I could figure this stuff out."

"Preferably before your father gets home!" Her mother said. She looked at the book again. "So this is the reason that you were naked when I got home?" Violet smirked at her.

"Mom, obviously!"

"And...it was also the reason the kitchen was so clean?" Her mother asked.

"Well, yeah. Like I said, they're made to be helpers. They're just...really broad about the application of what 'help' is." Violet had no intention of telling her mom about the more...physical affections the clothes had showed her upstairs.

"In that case...I might just have an idea," Her mom said, entranced by the shape of her blouse and gown dancing through the hall with each other. "Do you want to help me try something?"