Cursed uniforms!

The wardrobe door creaked slowly open, revealing something that Britney found deeply unsettling, even in this place. The wardrobe was stuffed with fetishistic uniforms of every variety. The room's dim lighting revealed the shine of pvc and latex. She smelled leather and rubber. She saw frills and lace. The sexual overtones the uniforms implied, combined with the magic piercings dragging her around were bad enough. But what really made the beautiful, bare chested young girl tremble, was that the uniforms were moving.

The various fabrics squirmed subtly with a life of their own. She heard a faint hissing, or whispering as well. "There is no way I'm going to put any of this on. NO way," Britney said to herself. With a rush, the uniform's reared up and surged over her, taking her to the ground. She felt the animated fabric **** it's self onto her body. When they finally stopped moving and she had **** her way out from under the pile of sex costumes, Britney had been costumed.