The Bag

It was past midnight when you snuck out into the dark hallways towards your parents room, **** to wear the panties under your pajama pants, the bra still stuck on your torso and the wig stuck to your head.

"Please...no more funny business. Remember I'm doing this to keep you happy." You whispered down.

"Its not me you're trying to keep happy." It said back, remaining vague if it would aim to humiliate you again.

You placed you ear to the door to ensure they were asleep, but the hair of the wig got in the way, you weren't used to hair this long. You tucked it back and heard snoring- now was as good a time as any.

You slowly turned the knob and cracked open the door letting the change in the environment calm down before proceeding further.

You crawled in on your hands and knees, using your night adjusted eyes to look for that bag with the lingerie store logo on it.

You didn't want to go into the store, you didn't want to take them into the changing room, you didn't want to carry that bag, and you certainly didn't want to wear the damned things- and yet, here you were sneaking into your parents room to retrieve the stupid things so you could wear them tomorrow. You hated your life.

You looked around, but knowing your father- he, like you, wouldn't have wanted to be reminded of that bag. He would have put it out of sight and let it be out of mind. Meaning it was probably in the closet.

You crept over and, like the door to your parents room. Quietly and carefully crept open the door. The room remained motionless. Your stupid demonic woman spirit hadn't ruined this for you.

You looked inside the closet and you saw the faint glimmer of the logo in the dark.

As you crawled closer to it you formed a strategy. If they're all gone, they're going to know I took them. So I'll just grab one or two pairs just to hold me over and deal with matters then.

You crawled over to the bag and was prepared to reach in when, all of a sudden, the front of your bra extended out.

"Cut this out!" You whispered as quietly as you could, which was of course ignored.

One by one the pairs of panties floated out of the bag and padded out the cups of your bra.

"Stop! Not all of them! They're going to find out!" But your pleas were ignored as the bag was emptied out to stuff your bra.

"Damn you!" You scolded the spirit, before crawling out of your parents room.

Once out you got back to your feet and walked back to your room. The bra now more prominent on your body as the cups were indenting your shirt. You tried to empty the cups and remove these ridiculous clothes but once again they failed to budge.

"Lets stay like this for tonight," it said. You pants fell down and your shirt flew off. You licked your wounds, went to bed, and prepared yourself for a worse tomorrow.