There's no time to. The Enchantments are already back!

“Mind your own business, Sarah!” It’s the one time your sister could walk in on your nudity and have it be the least of your concern. For whatever reason, the clothing decided it was going to drop and leave you and Denise to explain this situation.

Well, fine. Very cute. But now you had the book.

“My business? I’m pretty sure the laundry room is down there, Ad-dumb. I don’t mean to press this in front of your guest—but maybe keep the heavy shit to your own room?!” Sarah went on at the top of the stairs as you grabbed the book first, then started looking for something to put on. “And if...wait a minute. Are those MINE?”

She was looking at Denise. You didn’t realize it at first, but she was draped in a couple of Sarah’s socks and panties.

“They’re...yeah, probably,” Denise said, smirking. She looked over at you, holding the book in front of your dick. “They’re going to get washed, right?” She grinned at Sarah, practically baiting her. The way she was handling this whole situation...the clothes coming to life, your own predicament...it was like she was unshakable.

“They’re my clothes,” Sarah grimaced. “What are you two doing down here?”

“You could show her, Adam,” Denise said. “If she really wants to know.” She motioned to the book, and you immediately gave her a look that told her not to press it.

“Gross. Why don’t you both--”

“Why don’t you just stare from the doorway like that for a few more minutes,” Denise said, challenging her. Denise stood up, plucking a pair of Sarah’s boyshorts off her shoulder and holding them up. “You’re not looking at Adam, are you?”

“Gross!” You and Sarah say in unison. You’re trying to get Denise’s attention, but she’s on her own trip with your sister now.

“Adam, read something else from the book,” Denise said. “Preferably something you already know?”

Your nerves made themselves apparent. The enchantments wanted you to read, now Denise was telling you to read...and the worst of it was Sarah’s increasingly enraged and embarrassed glare.

“Ugh,” Sarah turned, perpendicular to the doorway and facing away from us. “Just—leave my fucking clothes out of whatever weird shit you’re doing, and maybe mom doesn’t have to find out about what’s...what’s...what the FUCK is THAT?”

Sarah shrieked, running down a couple steps and slamming the basement door.

“Nevermind reading,” Denise smiled. “Hey Sarah?”

“F-fucking what!?” Sarah scowled at Denise, who was holding Sarah’s own underwear out to her. “Just, leave them in a basket or something! Do you...have any idea what I just saw?

“Some kind of inclination, yup.” Denise watched in awe as the loop of the underwear’s waistband rose off her finger on its own. The thong righted itself in front of Sarah.

“Denise, what are you doing?” You watch your sister back against the basement door as she’s faced with her own haunted underwear. Denise is enjoying this a little too much now, and for a second you wonder--

“What the hell do you mean?” Denise asked as other clothes in the basement started rising and filling to shape again. “They’re the ones that decided to drop dead when the third wheel here showed up. I certainly don’t have any control over when they...oh.”

“Adam, what the FUCK!?” Sarah finally cried out. “Get these things away from me!”

“Sarah, chill! It’s not...” You look around at the room again, and mom’s workout clothes were sitting up again. The biking outfit was right in front of you, swelling to its tight, muscular curves again. The book was in your hands, and if you didn’t want to become the enchantments’ plaything again, you had to act fast.