Once bare, back to the book!

Violet rolled over onto her back, bare bottom brushing the bristles of her carpet as she kicked and pulled her legs apart as hard as she could against the tightening of her persistently squirming sweatpants. She reached down quick, trying to get her hands on the troublesome garment to tear it off, but in a flash, all she could see was pale blue fabric as her t-shirt joined the fray, flipping itself inside out and off her breasts as it tried trapping her arms around her head!

Violet writhed on the ground, wrestling trying to wrestle her errant wardrobe off of her limbs, lest she wind up buck naked and hogtied on the floor while every other scrap of clothing she owned ran off! Eventually, she found purchase- backing herself up against her bed, she was able to lean in from a sitting position and, with the tips of her fingers just barely past the hemline of her irate top, Violet managed to grab her pants and pull hard while slamming her legs towards the ground. In an instant, she had her sweatpants pulled inside out and off past her legs. Violet blindly tossed it away and stumbled to her feet, using the bedpost at her back as a brace.

Her t-shirt was soon to follow her pants, as without distractions, Violet managed to strain against it, holding it back down long enough to grab the hem of it, ignoring the sounds of popping stitches, and pull it off past her head in one movement. Tossing it against the wall, she saw the bundle of fabric slide down to the floor and, being joined by the sweatshirt, dart out the door.

And so for a moment, Violet stood there, panting and sweaty from her bout. For a good few seconds, she felt liberated in her nudity, not an inch of fabric coming up and trying to strangle her, before she remembered her predicament, and her heart sank as she moved one arm to cover her modest, perky chest, and another to cover the patch of brown hair between her legs. Her floor had been covered in discarded clothes a moment ago; now it was chillingly bare, just like she was, and what's more, the rest of her outfits were currently rampaging through the house! She couldn't let them escape! But what the hell was she supposed to do? I mean, these things were magic!

Magic.

Violet scrambled over to her desk, finding the strange tome, just where she had left it, the thing that had gotten her into this mess. Flipping open to the page she had read from before, she could see the notes she'd left; on pronunciation, the meanings of words she could guess at; evidently, she'd gotten some things wrong. Well, she didn't have time to pour over it; she'd have to read on the fly and figure out how to turn her clothes back to normal!

Of course, all her bravado disappeared as she rushed out the door. The chill and silence of her house at night made her all the more aware of her nudity, now outside her room, and she clutched the open book tight to her chest as she felt a shiver run up her spine. She didn't know where to even begin looking for her clothes, until she heard a shuffling sound coming from....