Try to convince the clothing to behave

Clearly, everything's gotten out of hand now, and you have no idea how to proceed with your renegade pants and shirt moving around the store. Thankfully, the jeans and pantyhose wrapped around your lower half are allowing you to walk on your own, and when one of the carts comes back around--the one preceding the denim jeans--you stand in its path, holding your arms up.

"Okay. We're gonna, uh...see what's really behind this," You say, trying your best to sound in-control to the woman walking behind you. Suddenly, the women's jeans on you stretch outward in all directions, and you can feel the compression on the inside as the pantyhose grip every suqare inch of your lower half tighter.

"Oh my goodness..." The girl says behind you. "Look at your...your pants!" It's not just the extra curves that she's seeing. At this point you can feel your butt being groped and kneaded, and the effect isn't just a feeling that the pantyhose are passing on. You turn to a mirror to see the rear of your jeans flexing and deforming--as if invisible palms and fingertips were playing against it.

"S-stop that!" You say. "Come on, you have to make everything behave now!" The clerk doesn't know it, but you're pleading directly with your pantyhose, which are happily playing with your body as the jeans show off the invisible gropes against your rear.

Your own jeans don't try to proceed with the cart, but a viscose blouse hovers out of it, fluttering as if animated by a tightly-directed wind as a form takes shape inside. The shirt begins to unbutton itself and flow toward you, and you put your hands up, waving them at the article as it flies at your torso.

You're trying to signal 'no' to it, and that goes just about as well as you'd expect.

"This--this really isn't a prank, is it?" The clerk asks. "Is my--is my store haunted or something? Or...maybe it's you?" You look back at her as she looks around at the other shenanigans happening in the store. By now your shirt has circled back toward the dressing rooms--and apparently it found a pair of skinny mens jeans for itself. Instead of hovering alone, it's coordinated by the form-fitting jeans under it, sporting bulging thighs and a package that turns your face a little red. Your shirt isn't holding your shape anymore either--now it's clearly a more sporty, athletic form--and you wonder if it's matching the shape of the second-hand skinny jeans that it found elsewhere in the store.

"It's absolutely not a prank!" You say, "but I have no idea what it is!" This part is a lie, of course, but you don't want to incriminate yourself by admitting to being responsible for all this insane activity caused by the renegade magic you released weeks ago by playing around with a spellbook with your friend Denise.

Once they're at the dressing room--the size 20 women's jeans on the ground lift from their waistline and hover off the ground. They loosely flop their legs, one after the other, toward the clerk as she begins backing up.

"This...this can't be happening," She says, looking at the plus-size denim slowly inflating as it approaches her. "This isn't possible!" She looks back at you, and by now you've given up fighting the glossy blouse from wrapping around your torso. It's buttoned itself up, happy to match your curves on the bottom with a gorgeous set of invisible curves up top. You cringe a little, reaching down to lift the forms and finding a sort of mass to how they're shaped--even though you can still reach into the collar to confirm there's absolutely nothing in the shirt except your skinny body and thin air.

"Oh my god...are--are you okay?" She asks you, looking up and down at the emulated body in the clothing that **** its way onto you. "What do...you think they want from us?"

"I think they want to make a total fool of me," you say, huffing. You're essentially giving up any hope of getting this situation back to normal, and with it, the façade of not knowing anything about the clothes' supernatural antics.

You almost think you catch her smiling when she looks at you again, but her gaze turns back to wonder when she sees the huge women's jeans from the dressing room gingerly approaching her.

"How...are you doing that?" She says softly to the haunted denim, carefully looking down inside the empty waistline, but still not voluntarily approaching them. "Do...do you think it's ghosts?" She asks you, looking back at you as your outfit shoves you forward. You take an awkward step as your body tries to fight the motions, but you can't do anything about them marching you forward now that all four of your limbs are inside of the enchanted clothing.

"I think it's...misbehaving clothing that REALLY needs to give me a break at this point," You say, looking down at your outfit. The clerk just stares at you, then looks back at the plus-size jeans standing in front of it.

"Has...has this happened to you before?" The clerk asks. Over by your shirt and its new skinny jeans, the rest of the things in your dressing room start coming to life...and now the other cart that you blocked runs into you, knocking you backward. You're about to hit the floor when you feel your pantyhose hold you tight. The rest of the outfit holds you just above the ground, placing you upright again as the astonished clerk watches.

"Um...well, yeah. But they don't usually do this kind of thing in front of other people!" The clerk can't really comprehend your answer. She looks back at the plus-size jeans standing in front of her, which seem a little less intimidating to her now.

"I don't get it. It's normal for you to just see inanimate things...walking around on their own?" She asks, coming closer and closer to the denim lower-half. "And...dressing you up?"

"Well, it's become kind of a... Hey, come on!" You look over toward the dressing rooms again, and more and more of the pants that were selected for you have filled to shape, some of them surrounding you and others apparently getting flirty with your empty shirt and the second-hand skinny jeans. "I've been dealing with it for a little while now, but like I said...this hasn't ever really happened in front of other people."

"What--what do they do?" She asked, pacing around the size 20s. They posed a little, turning and shuffling their legs as if they knew that she was admiring them.

"They're pretty harmless...they just, kind of make a nuisance of themselves," you say. You feel the pantyhose pinch your butt when you badmouth them. "Ow! Quit it."

The clerk laughs a little.

"So...clothes move on their own around you...and dress you up?" She sneered, standing right next to the empty jeans and looking down in them now. "I have to be dreaming," she said. "This is just...too bizarre. It's not really possible, is it?"

"It's real," you tell her. "But...whatever happens, just--you have to believe that I don't have any control over them."

"Are they...safe to touch?" She asks, reaching out toward the curvy jeans. She gasps a little when the back into her, but she holds her hand steady--feeling the moving denim and smiling, her eyes wide in wonder.

"They're as safe as fabric can be," You tell her, watching the denim surrounding you start to follow one another as a particuarly big pair of pants begins strutting around you in a wide circle. "They've never hurt me, they're just a little bit...unpredictable," you tell her. The chest on your shirt expands, and now the rest of the jeans around you are marching in step, as the first big pair breaks from the circle.

The clerk laughs again, her attention finally breaking away from the pair of size 20s that she was exploring. She watches as the line of pants marches through her store, toward her. You reel a little as your outfit moves on its own, the pantyhose lifting you into the air a little as it makes you follow the line in step.

Your face is red, but you can feel your cock jump at the attention from the pantyhose. They've essentially been holding you captive, and now the clerk is watching you among the line of clothes. You're in the back of the line until the pants she was exploring decided to join in--along with the other group surrounding your shirt and the skinny jeans they've picked up.

"So...wh-when did this start happening to you?" She asked. You notice that she's fixated on your emulated parts, obviously intrigued and amused by the incongruent shape in your clothes and the body she knows is inside.

"It's--a long story," you tell her, not wanting to say anything about the spellbook. "It started a couple of weeks ago, but it only happened when I was by myself...at first." You're light on your stocking feet, bobbing through the air with the line of marching clothing and wondering what they're planning. "Like I said, they're a little unpredictable, and I have a feeling--hey!" You yell at your shirt when the clerk reacts to being bumped by the shirt and skinny jeans outfit. "Stop messing with her!"

"It's...okay," She says, turning to face your outfit. Your tee is filled a little beyond your shape--the chest more defined and the shoulders broader. The skinny jeans are tight against a clearly muscular male form matching your augmented shirt, and you can see the clerk taking a particular notice as the midsection of the tight jeans, sporting something that you'd consider a little more than a bulge. "You think they're okay with...like, attention?"