Tights to meet you

The shirt on the wireframe flies up, and glides toward the bedroom. "Hold on, John, I've got something I want to try! Just take a seat, I'll be right back."

As Jane, your disembodied floating shirt of a girlfriend, disappeared into the bedroom, you headed for the couch. Things were going to be real interesting around here for a while... you wondered if Jane was going to wear herself out on day one with all this stuff she wants to do, and then she's just going to be a bored invisible girl for the rest of the month. It's not like that's without precedent, given that Jane seems to enjoy buying monthly subscriptions to things she uses for a single day and then immediately tires of. All this extra money coming in was going to help offset some of her impulses.

Without warning, you saw some legs strut into view, shaped so smoothly and with delightful curves that you were briefly surprised by your eyes trailing up from toe to knee to waist only to find that nothing extended beyond that top hem! And really, on closer inspection, this was a pair of your girlfriend's tan tights, and you realized the sheer fabric was stretched thin enough that you could see through the fabric--in one side, out the other. The other clothes, namely the jeans and the blouse, were solid enough that when Jane had inhabited them they were convincing in their illusion that something solid might exist in them. Not these tights, there was little to hide the fact that nothing was within them at all.

Jane swayed the hips of the stockings back and forth, and then stepped right up on the couch. "Oh, uh, pardon me, just a pair of possessed pantyhose coming through. Is this seat taken?" Again with no warning, the stockings turned a bit and the ass just fell into your lap. You originally thought you were going to be hit with a sudden weight on your legs, but Jane was as light as a feather. "Wow, you weigh next to nothing like this," you said as you reached out to stroke your hands along the fabric. You pushed your fingers against the stockings, seeing them indent lightly, and feeling the resistance like you were poking your girlfriend's legs.

"Oh, let me try something!" You slowly felt a weight increase on your lap, like Jane was really sitting there! "I don't really have mass of my own, but just like how I can float, I can always push! Is that a bit better?"

You nodded, both your hands running along the fabric now.

"Ooh, I like your hands on me. It feels so good..." The stockings seemed to shiver under your touch, legs kicking back and forth in delight.

Curiosity still got the best of you, and you took your hands and stuck them inside the top of the stockings, at the waist, and felt around inside the leggings. Given how taut the fabric was, it didn't want to stretch much further, but you enjoyed that you could move your arms a little to reposition the legs of the tights a little. Jane giggled as you made her spread her legs with your arms, like you were puppeteering her.

"That feels so weird, but I like it. Still..." Jane says as she wriggles in your lap, pressing down into your crotch with her virtual weight, "if you want me to spread my legs so bad, you only had to ask. I'm happy to keep pressing against you like this, but you know what would also be fun? If you would let me slip on your legs..."

You'd never worn tights. To you, this was Jane's domain, not yours. But, nobody was watching, and if the tights were on, you could easily feel and pose some Jane-shaped legs all you wanted...