You're naked in front of Denise again!

You ignore Denise's advice, reading out a variant of the spell. If you're right, It should not only make your extra mass invisible...but intangible as well! If this entity or whatever couldn't be banished from you at the moment, making it invisible and intangible would pretty much solve the entire issue, as least as far as an outsider was concerned. You might still have the thing bound to you somehow, but you and Denise could figure that out later.

In a flash of light, you looked down at yourself to see a very welcome sight: your own mass, your own lanky body, and your own parts! You reach down to yourself with both hands, one on your chest and one on your crotch...and you make contact with your OWN skin!

"YES!" You shout, cheering. "I did it!" You hug Denise.

"Um...yeah, seems like you did," She blushes, carefully patting you on the back of your shoulder. "But, uh...you're naked, buddy." You realize that if this were anyone but Denise, it might constitute a legal transgression. You quickly pull back from her.

"So...where are my clothes?" You ask her.

"Where are mine?" She asks back, pulling the skirt of her new dress up a bit. She looks back at the dresses around the store, realizing they no longer held their curves. "Adam...do you get the feeling that--"

"What the hell is going on in...YOU!" There was a man between a couple of displays and a hanging rack, pointing at Denise. "Did you seriously come back here to..." He trails off, looking at you. "Sir, are you NAKED?"

“I, um… Yeah. I was just looking for…my clothes to…put back on.” In the moment, you don’t have a better explanation for him.

“My stock is all over the floor— and here YOU are, back in my shop again after throwing a tantrum yesterday. And now you’re here with a naked male cohort, both of you messing with my merchandise.” He pulls his cell phone from his pocket. “I don’t know how you even got in here, seeing as how we’re closed Sundays.” He points to Denise. “I didn’t see any broken windows, but you’re trespassing either way. Get your clothes back on, give me my dress back, and stay put. I’m calling the cops.” You realize now that Denise isn’t kidding about having made a fuss with the management in this store before.

“Okay, okay--we’re going,” Denise says, putting her hands up. “Come on, Adam, let’s go back to the dressing rooms.”

“But Denise, our clothes aren—”

“I said let’s GO,” She says, stopping you before you finish your sentence.

“And if I find one damage here, you’re both paying for it!” The manager calls out as you both headed to the back of the store.

“Find something in that spell book that can fix all this, or give it to me so that I can,” Denise says. You flip through the pages of the book as you both walk back toward the dressing rooms, but something is still bothering you…more than you being stark naked.

“Denise, we’ve already done a lot that hasn’t really gone right,” you say. “I don’t know if another spell is really a good idea.” She pulls the book out of your hands, huffing as she rifles through the book herself. “Denise, when we came in, how did those dresses come to life before I even said anything?” You ask her.

This seems to spur her into thought, and she flips back to the front of the book. She turns page after page, spouting an ‘aha!’ and then flipping the entire textblock to the back of the book, looking at appendices.

“Oh, no way…that’s…” She’s mumbling to herself as she reads, and she looks back at you. You cover yourself out of habit even though you’ve been naked for the last 15 minutes. “Adam…how did you unlock the door?” Denise asks.

“The animate spell,” You say. “If I can animate a sweater, why not animate a lock?” Her face brightens as she grins at you, flipping back through the middle of the text before she found what she was looking for. She lifted the book and shook it, cackling.

“Do you know what this means, dude?” She showed you a spread of blank pages again.

“That we…still…don’t know where the animate spell went?” You say, oblivious as to why this might be a good thing. You both stop in front of the curtained dressing stalls and Denise points at your head.

“It’s in HERE, Adam!” She taps you. “You exhibited what this book calls ‘metaphysical incorporation’. You absorbed the spell!” You just give her a confused look.

“I don’t see any CHANGING going on!” The manager shouts from across the store.

“Like, give us a second, okay? We have to wait for the cops anyway!” Denise shouts back. “Anyway, it was a sort of defense practitioners used for preventing others from stealing their charms, and apparently it only happens spontaneously when you have some kind of natural talent,” She whispers, looking down at the blank pages, then back at you, smirking. “Which, I’m a little jealous, I admit, but hey…now we can get back to the plan!” She hisses with glee.

“The plan?” You whisper back, fully aware of the manager’s eyes. “Denise, he called the police! We’re getting a trespassing ticket at best here!” She shakes her head.

“No, we’re not. Adam, the animation spell is IN you. Just use it.” You don’t know what the hell she’s asking you to do, and you still don’t understand how the dresses came to life in the first place before you…

Ohhhhh. Now you get it. You think back to what Denise asked of you when you walked into the store. Cast an animate spell with a desire to dominate. Denise’s voice rings in your memory. And an animation spell that allows the dress to completely take over the body, while the dress has a desire to look pretty and flirt with anyone around her. You realize now…that’s essentially what the dresses did! It wasn’t directed at the right ones, but it was as if you cast the spell around you without even realizing it.

Bring our clothes back to us, you think over and over again. Dress us in our original clothing. When you see the shapes approaching from the stockroom, your jaw drops. It really works!

“Denise, into the dressing booth! I think they’ll do the rest,” You whisper. You head into another booth yourself and wait for your clothing to approach. After a few seconds, the curtain slides back, and your clothes wander inside. Boy, were you happy to see them again. Your t-shirt lifts a sleeve toward you, and you think you understand what it wants, so you lift your arms above your head.

"Wow, Adam, did you call them back here?" Denise asked over the wall of the next booth.

"Yeah," You say, muffled a little when your shirt pulls itself on. "What should I do next?"

"Just wait," Denise says. "I want to see this jerk-off's reaction when his precious merchandise suddenly turns against him." Your jeans and underwear are hovering in front of you patiently, and when you sit on the bench, the briefs pass over your feet, sliding up your legs. There's a tingling in your skin that you associate with your clothing moving on its own, at first. "Adam, can you...ooh--does it feel like there's something different about our clothes?" She asks. You try not to think about it. You're just happy to be dressed again.

When you come out of the booth, Denise is already standing outside of hers, the dress draped over the arm carrying the book. She gives you a look like she expects an answer to her question...and now you feel the tingling even more.

"You know...it does feel like something is--" You gasp. You feel your own clothing inflate on you, and when Denise squeaks, you look at her to see the same thing is happening to her outfit. Her shirt and pants stretch out, filling with the same insane curves they had when they wandered off on their own.

"Adam, your..." Denise points down at your pants, which are making popping sounds as they stretch well beyond your shape. Not only are they overinflated, but they're exhibiting the most stretch at the hips and thighs--something you can only see when you look around the side of the enormous breast-shapes filling the torso of your t-shirt.

"What are you two doing down there?" The manager shouts. "Stop fooling around and bring me back my dress!"

"Aw, come on," you say aloud, thinking a command over and over again. Go back to normal! Stop stretching and go back to normal! Your mental command doesn't seem to do a thing about the curves, though. You look down into your empty t-shirt, swaying back and forth and watching the heaving, invisible globes sway in front of you. Denise laughs a little at your motion. "Denise, it's not funny!" You say. You're almost back to the start of the issue again, though you can at least control your own body.

"It's a little funny," She says, looking you up and down. You take a step forward, and your jeans creak, pushed to their limit by the invisible curves filling them. "Come on, we'll take care of this later!" She says, playing with her own exaggerated tits a little. "Let's go take care of him before the cops get here." As you walk toward the front of the store again, you realize your ghostly curves are moving with the clothing like before, but this time you can't feel the sway of the mass that goes along with them. You reach into the overstretched collar of your t-shirt, and unlike before, you can reach your own pecs below your collarbone.

"Th-there's nothing there," you mutter. "I don't--"

"You made them intangible AND invisible," Denise says. "Like I warned you, you didn't get rid of whatever was attached to you before." If this all had to do with the animate spell, you wonder, how come you didn't have control over it? As you approach the manager again, he does a double take when he looks at you.

"Wh-what the hell is going on here?" He asks, trying to scrutinize where your new shape is coming from. "I told you the police are coming. Are y-you two really stupid enough to try and walk out of here with my stock stuffed into your clothes?" The both of you stop about 10 meters from him, and Denise smirks.

"When we're done, your stock is going to walk out of here on its own, but not before it has a little fun with you first." Denise says. Her tone couldn't be more smug. "Adam?"

You see the pink and red prom dresses from before--some of them on the floor and others still hanging on the rack. You concentrate on them, recalling exactly what Denise asked you to do before. Give them a desire to dominate. You focus on the pink dresses. There were shealth dresses, princess dresses, ball gowns, tea-dresses, mermaid dresses...since many of them didn't have sleeves, you look to the glove selection to find accessories to pair with them, mostly in pink and white.

Denise's eyes light up as she watches a dress on the rack begin to puff to life. The manager's attention is pulled in the direction of the gloves, which begin to inflate in their crinkling cellophane.

"Wh...what the hell?" The manager walks toward the shelves of gloves, watching as the packaging puffed up. He jumps back when he sees fingers wriggling inside the plastic, but several pairs burst out of their cellophane at once, all of them reaching for the nearest target: him. "Wh-who the hell are you people!? How are you doing this?" The last question comes out as a scream, the last one he'd ask before a white satin opera glove clamps over his mouth, wrapping its long cuff around the back of his head and constricting against him.

"Now the red ones!" Denise says, grinning as she watches the pink dresses come to life, standing on their own again. As you focus on the red dresses, repeating Denise's specifications in your head, most of the pink dresses are approaching the manager. As the red dresses begin coming to life, though, you realize that at least a few prom dresses are headed toward you and Denise.

"Uh...Denise?"

"Now let's see how pretty we can make you!" Denise cackles, pointing at him. "Get him, girls!"