Here we go again

Sam grunted and made his way to the closet- hoping that knowing what was going to happen would somehow soften the blow of this curse's doings.

At the door, he once again took a moment- this time not of hesitation, but of peace. This surely would be the best part of his day. It was all downhill from here. Whatever this curse decided he should wear would be what he would be **** to go into the office wearing- and after that last momentary outfit- it didn't look good.

"Alright..." he sighed, "what do you have for me...?"

The moment he opened the door, he was instantly tackled by articles of clothing; knocking him off his balance and stumbling backwards towards the bed.

Everything was a blur to him- he couldn't get a good look of his immediate surroundings.

Stumbling backwards, a black push-up bra slipped around his hands and slid up his arms before latching behind his back. A pair of breast forms inserted themselves into the cups of the bra. A white blouse slid onto his arms and buttoned itself up as he was falling backwards onto the bed.

Once his feet had been separated from the floor a pair of black panties slid up his legs followed by a black pencil skirt wrapping around his hips and zipping itself up.

It wasn't until he had finished falling on the bed was he able to understand what was going on. He looked down at his body as a pair of black stocking began consuming his legs. He saw the partially buttoned up blouse, buttoned up just below his fake cleavage that appeared to be intent on being seen. Beneath that the skirt- he could only see part of it, but he could feel it extend just above mid thigh.

He stood up and found himself stepping into a pair of black heels. Not ready for their positioning he fell forward and face planted onto the floor.

Standing back up he looked himself over once more. The curse had grown from picking out his outfit to deliberately dressing him in it. While at least it saved him the embarrassment of having to put it on, it made him feel even more **** to whatever was going on.

He tried pulling down the skirt, but it seemed unable to cover any more of his legs.

He buttoned up the blouse to at least conceal this new development to his personal humiliation. A moment later he felt a pull at his chest and he looked down to see the shirt undoing his buttoning while the bra pulled up while the shirt pull down.

Sam emitted a sorrowful sigh, "Welp" he dropped his hands down in devastation, wincing as his fingers felt his thighs.

He was about to go join Amber outside his room when he felt a familiar warmth across his body. The warmth grew to a type of energy that overpowered him.

'Uh oh...." he said, not consciously knowing what was happening, but knowing it wasn't good, "uh oh..."

The energy compelled him to extend his arms from his body, stick his chest out, and lift his head up to the ceiling.

A brighter and slightly pinker light from before emitted from his body. He glowed with that light for a few seconds before watching the brightness of the light increase, while the color of the light once again shifted into a deeper pink.

The energy released him, and he felt a cold sweat appear on his brow. He didn't know what that light was doing, but he knew it didn't bode well for his situation.

He took a moment to recover from everything that happened when he thought he saw a shimmer from his still open closet. he gave it a closer look. He saw movement, but he couldn't pinpoint what that movement was. He cautiously approach the opened closet- fearful of any more surprises it had for him, and also he wasn't used to walking in heels.

He watched the interior of the closet shift once again. The one bar that stretched from left to right became two bars, one on each side extending across the shallow depth of his closet.

"...o...kay...." he said curiously before watching the wall descend back further and further- until the back of the closet couldn't be seen anymore. As the closet grew, more outfits were revealed hanging in it: swimwear, nightwear, cosplay, service outfits. all of them super feminine, few of them had an element of modesty.

Sam disappeared into worry at this new development. The curse appeared to be telling him that every article he saw he would someday be in. And the closet appearing to expand faster than the universe told him that it would not leave him any time soon.

He was snapped out of his worries when he felt a sharp slap on his ass, "why do you insist on keeping me waiting, bitch?"Amber asked.