Justine persists in her curiosity, putting her in the spotlight.

Justine cautiously made her way through the clothes, toward Travis. She walked up behind a pair of filled-out pantyhose, goosing them and giggling as they moved out of her way.

"Hey--are you really not doing this?" She asked.

"I--" He looked up to see the girl in the surrounded circle with him, in front of all the clothes. "How is this not freaking you out?" Her eyes lit up.

"You're really not--are you!?"

"Justine?" Her mom called from outside the mass of clothes. She turned around and waved.

"I'm okay!" She shouted back before turning to Travis. "Are you, like, talking to them?" She pointed at the bras, leggings, and jeans right next to him.

"Your little friend here is more curious than you are. Maybe we should play with her instead." The bra turned to Justine and hovered over to her.

"No!" Travis said. "Don't mess with anyone else!" Fearless of the approaching ghostly satin, Justine smirked, reaching her hands out and grabbing the cups of the bra, squeezing them. She giggled, looking at Travis.

"It's...so weird," Justine said to him, red-faced but smiling. "If you don't know what's going on, how come they're all centered around you?" She asked. "Have you felt this? It feels like someone's really wearing it."

"Mmmm," The crimson bra sighed. "Ooh, those are some soft fingers..."

"How are you doing this?" One of the cashiers said, staring at Travis. As the others watched the girl approach and mingle with the clothes without any cautious inhibition, they became more curious.

"I told you all--it's not me!" Travis said. "It's...them." He looked at Justine. "You--you shouldn't encourage them like that..."

"Mmmm...shut up, Travis." The bra said. "Tell her not to be shy." The silver leggings walked toward Justine now, settling under the bra and standing in front of her.

"This isn't seriously the coolest thing you've ever seen?" Justine asked Travis. "Look, it's like someone's inside them! This has got to be like some crazy experimental thing or something, right?" Justine reached down around the leggings and squeezed their silver butt, seemingly oblivious to the people watching. Looking around, he saw now that a couple of people were approaching some of the standing items themselves.

"Come on, Travis...why don't you get a little more friendly?" Said the tight pair of size-14 jeans in front of him. They turned around and wiggled their bulging ass against his midsection.

"S-stop that!" Travis said, stepping back. Justine giggled, and a few other people watching laughed.

"I think they like you," Justine said, slapping the silver leggings on the ass. She watched as the set of silk pajamas from earlier approached her. "And I think they like attention."

Now a couple of the massive bras approached Travis again, coming at him from either side.

"Holy cow," Justine giggled. "Those are some pretty big girls."

Travis looked to either side of him, looking at the beige satin bra and the lacy black bra, both of them invisibly holding bigger-than-triple-D tits. Someone in the crowd whistled. Travis blushed.

The two massive bras converged on him, pressing their bulging cups against him and sandwiching him in the middle.

"Hey!" He cried out. Justine laughed at the sight, joined by a few others. He heard someone joke about 'motorboating ghosts'.

"Wow, they really like you," she laughed.

Now a parade of lingerie sets started toward him as he tried to pry the massive cups from his face. The silk pajama set that approached Justine held its sleeves out to her, waiting patiently for a response. Justine smirked and reached out to the sleeves, grasping them gently at the cuffs. The top bowed a bit and turned, leading her in a dance as she started laughing.

The blond clerk who saw the whole scene start was standing behind a red satin chemise, watching the boy teased by living lingerie as a teenage girl danced with pink silk pajamas. She hooked her finger around a shoulder strap and pulled on it gingerly, causing the chemise to turn and face her.

Meanwhile, Travis was distracted by the girl next to him. His jaw dropped. She was no longer tethered to the ground.

"Th--this is awesome!" Justine laughed as a collective gasp went over the spectating staff and customers. Now she was danced several feet into the air with the silk pajama set.

"How the hell is she doing that?" Another guy shouted from the crowd.