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“Hah!” Ava laughed. “As if!”

She continued what she planned on doing; calling her friends about tomorrow’s upcoming game. She closed out of all of the social media apps and dialed up some friends. After a few calls and voicemails, it seemed that no one was picking up. The coincidence that nobody was answering was a bit creepy, but Ava told herself not to focus on it.

“Hmph.” she pouted, throwing her phone to the side. She reached for the TV remote that was on the coffee table, but immediately paused after smelling the sweat from under her arm. She definitely needed a shower after that training routine.

She got up from the couch and walked up to her bedroom, where she grabbed a set of pajamas and slippers she had already set aside in the morning. She walked over to her bathroom and turned on the water, set her pajamas down on the sink counter, and undressed before finally entering the shower and closing the curtain just as her clothes began to gain sentience and wriggle on the floor.

First, it was her jersey that twitched and began to fill out to proportions, like someone was putting it on slowly. It began floating midair, along with her undershirt and basketball shorts. The thigh highs also filled up, but stayed planted on the ground in a similar fashion of someone standing in them. Her chucks walked over to her socks, to which the socks shoved themselves inside of. The headband that Ava threw on the ground earlier had crawled its way to the door, and slid underneath to meet the rest of the clothing. The shorts floated over the socks and shoes, the undershirt hovered under the jersey and into it , both now above her shorts. The completed outfit, filled to Ava’s perfect curves, now stood outside the shower, silently. Ava was completely clueless to what was happening outside of the shower, and continued to lather up her hair.