Ava complies

Ava’s naked body laid on the ground as she cautiously made sure to obey the clothes at this point. There was no way she could fight back against them, as they surrounded and outnumbered her by an unreasonable amount. She looked around a bit at the hovering objects in her room until her vision was suddenly gone, as the towel she had grabbed earlier for her shower had hovered over from the bathroom and wrapped around her head, drying her wet hair madly as she yelped in fear. The sock she had been licking also retreated, leaving her confused as her head was pulled around constantly by the towel. After her hair was dry, the towel moved onto her back and ran itself up and down, drying each drop of water until her back was completely dry as well. Finally, it wrapped around each arm and shot down her body where it snaked around her thighs and legs.

As Ava breathed shallowly and kept quiet to not provoke any sort of negative reaction, her basketball rolled forward and nudged her nose slightly. She closed her eyes in reflex and instinctively flinched backwards, but as she remained in that position she slowly leaned forward again. The ball smelled like fresh rubber, reminding Ava of her owning the court just earlier today. The ball then rolled back and forth a bit, as if to tease her knowing she was reminiscing about it. A warm feeling came upon her thinking about it, but a cold feeling came just as quickly as she realized that her predicament had probably just begun.

A pair of black sports underwear that had hovered out of her closet earlier had now came close to her face. Ava stared into the openings of it, observing its fine definition despite no body being present in it. It rubbed against her nose, as the phantom “lips” of the underwear protruded through the cloth and sandwiched her nose in between them. She closed her eyes and tensed up, unsure of their intentions. They wiggled her nose back and forth allowing her to smell the clean fabric before it retreated to her feet and slid upwards.

The drawer behind her swiftly opened, allowing a pair of joggers and fresh white crew socks to hop out. She heard her floor creak as they walked over to her before collapsing and slithering onto her feet and enveloping them entirely while the grey sweatpants shimmied themselves up her legs. Her pair of white Adidas high-tops walked past her head as they left her closet, joining the socks at her feet and sliding on as well. She was suddenly lifted up as the clothing stood up, forcing her legs to stand while her naked torso grasped her nearby bed for balance.

A Nike sports bra rose from a hangar and neared her, boasting phantom curves that were far more impressive than her own. It hovered above her, waiting to be put on. She looked at the bra above her, and reluctantly raised her arms slowly as it slid on swiftly. By the time she opened her eyes, a white t-shirt also slid over her head and her university sweater stood in front of her, regarding her for a second.

Ava opened her eyes up and looked at the overly-curvy sweater, and shamefully drooped her head out of a sense of powerlessness. The sweater then hovered above her and downwards, joining the rest of the clothing on her body. The clothing on her body also seemed to have gotten rid of the phantom curves, and they now fit her body normally. Ava’s eyes then looked to the left, where her basketball outfit she wore earlier stood.

The gloves and headband hovered over to the outfit, joining and completing it. A slight nod was given by the outfit, only showed by the headband pointing downwards slightly which suddenly made Ava’s legs jerk forward. She grabbed onto her bed, trying to keep her balance. One step after the other, Ava was a passenger in her own body as she couldn’t control her legs. They walked her out of the room, down the stairs, through her living room and to the front door while her basketball outfit followed. When she realized that they wanted to leave, her eyes widened.

“N-No! Please!” she yelled, which prompted her body to pause at the door. “I can’t go out like this! Please don’t make me go!”

As she realized that she just protested against this “power,” a sense of fear ran through her. It didn’t take kindly to resistance up to this point, and her plead made her blood run cold as her body **** her to turn around and look at the outfit.

The outfit held the basketball and a duffel bag. Slow, quiet steps were taken towards her, as the converse shoes subtly **** themselves forward on the wooden floor. The outfit stopped inches away from her, as Ava tried to recoil backwards to no avail.

She stared at the outfit, terrified as it stood completely still. A glove raised the duffel bag, allowing it to open with the zipper dragging along slowly. The glove let go, however, with the bag still hovering in the air. Ava’s cheeks were suddenly grabbed by the free glove, her mouth held open by the firm grip. Her mouth guard shot into her mouth from the open bag, while she struggled to spit it out. It didn’t work.

The glove let go and gave her a light pat on the cheek as the door opened and her clothes walked her out.