It may be

Monica got home from work, was nervous about her dinner date with David, and was wondering what she was going to wear when she glanced over at the dress. She felt a chill up her spine as she walked over and began to touch the fabric, feeling the lust again.

"What the Hell is with this dress?" She asked herself, wondering why she was feeling so turned on since she bought it. "I mean, it's just a simple red dress, probably used in an 80's porn or something but..... I just love it."

She held it up against herself as she looked at her mirror. She suddenly noticed the cracks in it from what had happened earlier. She stood there, surprised and confused by what she was looking at as she began to remember every strange thing that had happened since she bought this dress.

She remembered last night when she masturbated on the couch, before waking up in bed. The changes happening to her body. How she felt in the shower and the growling noise that kept coming from her as this insane lust filled her mind and her body.

"Something's wrong with this....... I have to," she started to say when she noticed her reflection start to smile like it wasn't her, but someone with her face staring back at her.

She watched as the copy of her began to touch herself, running her hands along her own body. Monica let out a gasp as she almost felt it for a moment before the top button of her shirt popped off on its own. She then saw her reflection start to lift her skirt before sliding her hand under her panties.

"Fuck!" Monica blurted out as she began to feel the dampness between her legs again.

She knew something was very wrong here as she felt fingers that were not hers wiggle inside her slit, making her moan as she dropped the dress and grabbed the edge of her dresser. The sensation was making her eyes roll into the back of her head as she struggled against the amazing pleasure she was feeling.

"That's it, just give in," a voice whispered in her ear. "Become what you were meant to be, a minion of Gozer!"

"Gozer?" Monica asked confused by what she was hearing as her knees began to shake.

"You are the Gatekeeper..... you.... are..... ZUUL!"

Monca let out a lustful scream before she began to imagine David arriving and her answering the door in that dress. Seducing him, inviting him into her apartment, and throwing him down on her bed. The vision was so intense and realistic. She could swear she could feel him touching her, taste his lips, and even smell his sweat as she ripped his clothing off.

Monica fell to her knees as these images flooded her mind. She could feel his cock slide between her pussy lips as she fucked him like a wild animal. She could feel the rumble of an animalistic growl in her chest as she just had her way with David, milking his cock as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

"Yes, that's it..... say the words!" The voice whispered again.

"No...... this isn't........ I can't!"

"Say the words, become what you are meant to be," the voice whispered, being more forceful.

"I am........" Monica started to say as she could feel the phantom fingers and David's phantom cock inside her all at once. "I....... AM......."