That night

The moment Sam stepped into his home, he stripped out of the daisy dukes the wardrobe had somehow teleported to his work desk drawer. He once again found the nightly reprieve from a day of wearing women's clothes.

He walked up to the wardrobe and cautiously inspected it.

"I don't know what your deal is...but this has to stop." He said to this magic inanimate object, "I'm a MAN. Not a WOMAN. I should dress in SUITS not stockings, short shorts, or cum stained skirts. I don't know HOW you managed to take the stain from my pants and move them to a skirt, but I would like my pants back along with the rest of my wardrobe!"

He took a deep breath, his hands nervously placed on the handles of the wardrobe, before yanking the doors open. Inside, once again, he saw all his clothes, pajamas, everything as it was the night before- with one notable exception: at the end of the clothes hanging were a pair of pink silk pajamas.

"Of course," he moaned before reaching in to grab his flannel pajamas and turning away from the wardrobe.

Once facing away from the wardrobe he took a few steps towards the bathroom only to discover he was holding the hanger containing the pink silk pajamas.

"Theres no way I grabbed this." He muttered, turning back to thr wardrobe to replace his designated outfit.

When trying to open the doors, they appeared stuck.

"Come ON!" He yelled, "open you stupid wardrobe!"

Out of pure curiosity, he tried the drawers to find that they were stuck too.

"Fine! You want me to wear this?! Its certainly no worse than what you've given me so far! So if you need me to wear this in order to cooperate, then fine!"

He stepped into the pants of the silk pajamas and then buttoned up the shirt. He then gave an angry "ta-da" expression to the furniture before saying, "you happy now?"

He reached forward and opened the doors of the wardrobe with so little effort he nearly fell backwards.

'Thats it' he thought, 'its bad enough that the wardrobe was switching put his clothes- now it seemed as though it intended on actually picking put his outfits. Enough is enough.'

With the wardrobe open, he lunged forward and pulled all of his clothes from the dresser. Emptying every compartment and tossing the clothes into his closet- intending to deal with it tomorrow.

He then grabbed his phone and took a picture of the wardrobe and posted an ad online: "Free Wardrobe. Will pay $500. Must pick up IMMEDIATELY!!!"

Within five minutes he got a response: "what a beautiful piece of furniture! are you really paying someone to take it off your hands?"

"Yes. Its too much clutter and I want my space back immediately. Can you pick it up tonight?"

"Not tonight, but I can pick it up tomorrow morning."

"What time?"

"6 am"

"Fine." He said reluctantly, "as long as no one beats you to it, its all yours."

"Great! I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning!"