It's just a workout

Connor just rubbed his eyes then stared in disbelief as sure enough clothes were moving on their own right in front of him.

"OH! I usually don't see anyone come during this hour! Did you want to use this elliptical?" the outfit politely asked.

"Uhhhh...*ahem* no! You can still use it, I was just...ummm...daydreaming!" Connor said.

"Alright." the outfit giggled before resuming its workout.

Connor then decided to go to the dumbbells and think about what to do next.

"Surely these are Mrs. Anderson's clothes, right? I mean would it hurt to ask them? What are these clothes doing here anyways?" all these questions and more began racing around Connor's mind.

"...so I was just wondering..." Connor said.

"Did you need something, Connor?" the outfit said stopping its workout again.

"Wait, how'd you know my--never mind. I just wanted to know; you are Mrs. Anderson's, right?" Connor asked.

"Haha yes, you probably haven't seen me much considering Mrs. Anderson hasn't worn me in months. She wore me for like two weeks and then stopped, can you believe that?" the outfit laughed.

"Yeah?" Connor said trying to recall Mrs. Anderson working out.

Connor then began thinking on what to ask it next.

"...so what made you want to use the gym?" Connor asked.

"Oh, well it's kind of boring being stuck in her closet all day, so I come here to stretch the ol' legs, ya know?" the outfit said.

"Oh, okay." Connor replied trying to grasp how an outfit gets bored or needs to stretch.

"What about you?" the outfit asked.

"Me? Oh...I just had some stuff on my mind and decided to come workout." Connor answered.

"Awww sorry to hear that. Well I heard yoga helps ease the mind, ya wanna do a few poses with me?" the outfit asked.