Outfits are serious business

You relaxed as your girlfriend walked you along to the bedroom. That was enjoyable, maybe this ghostly girlfriend thing is going to work out just fine after all...

You glance at your watch. Yikes, it's way later in the day than you were thinking! "Sorry, hon, it's been fun but I need to go log in to work for a bit and send a few emails. If I'm not on top of things the project might slip another week."

"Aww," was all you heard from your legs. "Oh! If you're going to do your business stuff, then you need a business outfit!" The possessed stockings cause you to tumble forward onto your bed, before they slide off your legs. That action in its own way felt so good, but soon you were just lying face-down on your bed with no pants on, feeling a bit silly.

"I've worked from home for months now, I don't even have to wear a tie," you started to say, before you felt clothes suddenly slide up your legs again. You rolled over to see what was happening, just in time to watch some of your fiancée's panties, lacy and slightly pink, gliding up your legs. Some black stockings followed right behind, easily slipping on before you could try to kick them off, and then your legs were lost to you again.

Jane happily stood you up, shimmying the feminine hips of the hosiery back and forth, causing your legs to mimic her movements. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, the closet opened up and out flew a charcoal grey business suit that your girlfriend wore one time to a job interview and then decided to stop job hunting. Given that this suit cost hundreds of dollars, it seemed a shame that it stayed in the closet, never to be worn again. But, you didn't expect it to come out in a situation like this...

"Arms up, John!" You shook your head. That wasn't a wise idea, as two more blouses exited the closet, wrapping their arms around your own, and tugging your arms upward. These clothes were impossibly strong with your girlfriend controlling them! Some of these fabrics felt barely stronger than tissue paper, and they were holding a grown man at bay...

"C'mon, Jane, really? I might have to video call someone!" Your protests were ignored as a lacy pink bra slipped around your torso and clasped on. You definitely had more height and you were thicker than Jane in a few places, but apparently not different enough that you couldn't end up in her bra...

You heard Jane giggle as she tried to struggle with your arms to figure out how to slip the sleeves of the blouse on. "Oh come on yourself! If you're wearing me, you can play with me all you want! I'm better than that stupid stress ball you keep on your desk, and you know it!" You couldn't help but realize the truth in what she was saying, as while you struggled, you could feel what seemed like a weight in the bra's cups, jiggling and bouncing around with gravity. It was like something really was in there, tossing about as you struggled, forcing your girlfriend's ghostly breasts to bounce all about.

That revelation distracted you long enough that Jane was able to slip the blouse on, and then you really were done for. As the buttons fastened one by one, you were puppeteered by the hosiery to step into the skirt, which shimmied up your augmented legs, and then slip on the jacket, which settled neatly on your shoulders.

"Ooh, we'll have to go shoe shopping for some heels that would fit you later," you heard the ghostly voice say. "You wouldn't fit in mine, but it would really complete the look."

Jane turned you to the mirror, and gave a little cute pose with the hips popped out, before she suddenly abandoned control. You relaxed, slumping forward a bit, your female-shaped body from the neck down following suit, but retaining Jane's body shape for the most part in everything but obvious dimensions where you really didn't fit perfectly, like in the shoulders or waist. Still, you were in the fabric...

"Okay, now you can go send your emails, honey!" Jane said cheerily. You felt like you should be madder at your wife-to-be than you currently were, since this was such a deviation from what you two normally did. Not once had Jane tried to dress you up in her clothes... You lifted your hand up to the blouse and squeezed a little at what felt like a real breast constrained within the fabric. ...It really is better than that stress ball. Just, you would have to say your camera isn't working if anyone calls.