A dress grabs him!

A white piece of fabric immediately wrapped itself around John's leg pulling him deeper into a rack of gowns. He tried to grab onto the ground or a nearby pole, but the dress was too strong. "Petra! Help!!!" He shouted.

Petra came running to him as he was trying to pull himself out of the dress's grasp, his waist already hidden underneath. "Oh. I see you are being pulled by an over eager dress."

"Help!" He shouted.

"Oh yes of course," Petra grabbed hold of John's hands.

"Great now pull me out."

Petra than let go and John was instantly pulled back into the dresses, "Oops. Butterfingers," said Petra as she made an exaggerated shrug.

The clothing rack began to shake and tremble as if an earthquake had hit. Sounds of John struggling could be heard, punctuated by the occasional fist in the air as he tried to break free. Before long the shouts became softer and the fist began to look more dainty. Petra smiled as one of the fists opened out revealing manicured nails and long fingers. After a while the rack began to settle and instead of shouts there was just sweet moaning as if a woman had just been done making love.With a satisfying pop a feminine figure clad in white was ejected from the racks.