Move in day (part 2)

=== Kathy ===

Kathy slowly opened her eyes and looked over at the clock with burning hate in her eyes. The alarm was still buzzing loudly as the clock flashed 7:00 am at her. She sat in her bed and slapped the off button on her clock. “Fuck off…” Kathy was tired or more exactly, she was still tired. It felt like she didn’t get much of any sleep at all that night.

Getting out of bed she looked down at her bare legs and blinked in surprise. Her legs weren’t bare. She had a pair of dark stockings on. She jumped off the bed and ran over to her vanity mirror and stared at her reflection. Just like the morning prior, Kathy was dressed completely differently then when she went to bed. Today she found herself in a pair of dark stockings and bright red lacy bra with matching panties. She also wore a garter belt. “What the fuck is going on!?” Kathy took a step away from the mirror. She felt like she was loosing her mind. For the second day in a row she has woke up wearing different clothes then when she went to sleep, yesterday she was **** to watch lesbian porn for three hours while being unable to get off the couch, and the day before that she her hands and mouth seemed to hand mind off their own.

Kathy was shaken. Nothing in the last few days made any kind of sense to her. “Ok Kathy, get a grip. You still have shit to do.” She said out loud trying to calm herself down. “What ever this is or whatever is causing it you can beat it!” Kathy reached behind her back to grab the bra clasp to remove the bra but when she grabbed the bra’s clasp her hands stopped. She tried but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get her hands to release the bra hooks. After fighting with it for several minutes she let go and just grabbed the shoulder straps to pull them down. But just like before her hands wouldn’t remove the straps. Kathy grabbed her panties and tried to remove them as well but she couldn’t even bend over. It was like her whole body was refusing to take off the underwear. “AAAHHHHHGGGGG!!!!!!” Kathy screamed in anger as she fought to pull the red panties off. “Oh for fucks sake!” She gave up and stormed over to her closet and grabbed a black dress. She was planning on wearing a white button up today but with a red bra like what she seemed to be stuck wearing that wouldn’t be a good idea. Kathy pulled the dress on and went about getting ready for the day.

Once she arrived at the college campus, Kathy was going out of her way to avoid getting near anyone in fear of a repeat of yesterday. I’m her first class of the day she sat in the back corner as far from everyone as she could. Much like the day before she wasn’t thinking about the class at all but instead her mind dwelled on the strange things that’s been happening to her.

She opened her notebook and saw the drawing of the naked woman that her hand drew during one of her classes yesterday and she quickly turned the page before anyone could see it. With all of the other things that happened she had completely forgot about the drawing. ‘Come on Kathy. Just concentrate on your class work. Your not near anyone so your safe for now…’ she though to herself. She grabbed her pencil and went to start taking notes.

Her hand had plans of its own. Instead of writing class notes her hand started drawing again. Kathy went into panic mode instantly. She tried to stop her hand from drawing but found she seemed to have no control what so ever over her whole body. She just sat there dispute her best efforts. She could only watch as her hand continued to work on the drawing. Which it continued to do the whole class period. By the end of class she had drawn two naked women making out. The drawing took up the entire page of her note book.

Once the bell rang signaling the end of class Kathy found herself able to move again. She grabbed her belongings and bolted from the room. She moved down the hall nearly flattened Jessica as she turned a corner.

Jessica gave Kathy an unamused look. “Kathy, do you mind?” She motioned down with her head.

Kathy looked down and realized that her left hand was grabbing ahold of Jessica’s right breast and giving it a soft squeeze. “Shit sorry Jessy!” She pulled her hand away and placed it behind her back. “I didn’t expect for you to be coming around the corner like that!”

Jessica laughed. “Same could be said about you! Are you all right? You’ve been acting strange the last few days.” She inquired obviously worried about her friend.

Kathy put both her hands up in an disarming manner. “I’m good!” She lied. “I’ve just been having trouble sleeping recently.” She took a few steps around Jessica in a hurry to get away from her before her body does something weird again. “Any ways… I have to get to my next class. Seeya later Jessy!” With that she headed off.

=== Kate Fischer ===

The alarm sounded waking Kate Fischer. She rolled over and picked up her phone looking at unhappily. “Already?…”. She said sleepily. She tapped the ‘stop’ button on her phone to switch off the alarm and sat up. Kate looked down at herself. She was wearing a pink thong with matching bra. She really didn’t like wearing thongs because she found them fairly uncomfortable. The only reason she was wearing one now was because she really didn’t have a choice in the matter. Her underwear decided for her and **** themselves on.

The worst part of this was the fact that her underwear would fuck with her when she laid down to go to bed. For the last few days she had be subjected to her underwear’s sexual machinations. Last night was no exception. After her shower, her thong and bra forcibly wore her and when she got into bed her bra started working her breasts like a zealous lover as her thong worked her clit the same. Last night they made sure she came but the whole event took about 40 minutes. They seemed to make sure that she didn’t cum quickly and prolonged it as long as possible. She actually felt relieved when she finally orgasmed. As soon as she did, they stopped.

Kate pushed herself off the bed and took a deep breath. She couldn’t take off her underwear once they put themselves on her at night. No matter how hard she tried it seemed like they were glued in place. Yesterday she was able to take them off in the morning when she went to get ready for work and hoped that today would be the same. She grabbed ahold of the bra’s clasps in the back and closed her eyes and waited for a moment. She then pushed the two straps toward each other and her bra popped open. She let out a her breath and let the bra drop to the floor. She then repeated the holding of her breath as she grabbed the waistline of her thong and pulled them down. They also slid off without any form of resistance. She exhaled and kicked them away from her toward the wall.

Kate just stood there naked for several long moments while trying to decide what to do. She didn’t wand to even get near her underwear drawer in fear she would be accosted again by her now living under garments. But she couldn’t go commando. She could survive without panties for today if she wore a pant suit but she needed a bra. With her cup size, there is no way no one wouldn’t notice that she was braless. “Fuck it.” She finally said after about five minutes of debating. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a black pant suit with a white button up blouse. “Commando it is…”

As Kate took the blouse off the hanger to put it on she heard something a noise from somewhere behind her. The sound drew her attention and she turned to face it and realized it was coming from her dresser. She started to back away from it when the drawer opened on its own and a pair of black lacy panties shot out toward her. Kate tried to run but this gave the panties an opportunity to get on her. As one of her feet left the ground as she ran the panties hooked under her leg causing her to trip and stumble. They panties taking this chance hooked under her other leg. Kate made it out of her bedroom and was a few steps into the hallway when the panties finally made their way up her legs and settled into place. Her forward movement came to a screeching halt as it felt like something grabbed her waist. Her but was then thrust backwards toward her bedroom door. Her panties pulled her backwards dragging her back into the room she had just exited. Once there, she was greeted by the matching bra which slide itself over her breasts wiggling itself into place hugging her massive breasts as the straps hooked themselves behind her back.

With that Kate found herself once again dressed her a pair underwear that she didn’t have a choice in. She walked over to her bed and sat down with her head hung low. She desperately wanted to remove the underwear from her body but already knew that it was pointless to even try. No matter how hard she has tried in the past she wasn’t ever able to remove them. She even has tried to cut them off with a pair of scissors but it was like the fabric was made of steel.

Kate resigned herself to just having to wear the underwear for the day and pulled her shirt on. As she buttoned it up she thought to herself that she really did hoped that Jenny would be in class today. She desperately wanted to talk to someone about this and Jenny was the only one she could. The only person in the world that even believe her. After all, clothes can’t be alive. Who would believe that. If she went around telling people that her panties were alive and we’re having their way with her at night she would be locked away at an insane asylum…little much as being a respected college professor…