Women's Clothes in Stock

When the cart rolled into the stock area, the man saw a hovering spray bottle. There was no one else around that he could see to make it move. It floated up to a box, which then ripped itself open, and the bottle sprayed what's inside before floating off to spray something else.

The man was of average build, which means it wasn't too hard to find clothes to put on him that he wouldn't normally choose to wear. Women's clothes, for example…

He hovered above the cart, again noting that he wasn’t being pulled or lifted by his clothes. He was moved away from the cart, then lowered until he was about six inches above the floor. His clothes quickly removed themselves from him -- jacket, shirt, socks, shoes, and jeans. Then other clothes began putting themselves on him.

A pack of tights rose into the air and ripped itself open, but after the tights filled themselves out to a nice curvy shape, they floated up onto a counter and began swinging their legs back and forth. They appeared to be content to just sit and watch as other items put themselves on him.

A pair of tights identical to the first pair fitted themselves over his feet and pulled themselves up over his bottom half -- but then they filled with air to a size a bit larger than his. Then a black leather skirt, filled to dimensions similar to the tights, floated over, moving like an invisible woman was wearing it, though by this point the man knew there was no one wearing the skirt. It lowered itself to his feet and pulled upward, again filling itself to a shape larger and curvier than his own.

Then a blouse limply hovered toward him. It pulled itself up his arms and buttoned itself up, displaying a shape that did not conform to his -- it filled it up with air. _Bouncy_ air, it seemed -- the blouse jiggled as if holding voluminous boobs, though the man could see the empty space between his own chest and the shapes pressing against this shirt. He looked down at this filled shirt, wondering how all this was happening. He knew that he hadn’t been changed, but still -- what was going on?

He had been held still up to this point with bonds he could feel but not see, but then his arms were released, allowing him to play with the endowments of this shirt and skirt that were currently wrapped around him.

The other empty pair of gloves, the one that pushed him into the stock area, hovered in front of him, filled out with invisible hands. One hovered up to his face, making him flinch. But it only tapped against his lips -- he still had the other pair in his mouth. The glove pressed its index finger against his lips, then joined its mate in front of him and held their palms open in front of him, facing up.

He interpreted that as the gloves’ way of asking if he was willing to keep quiet. He nodded. The gloves clapped their palms together horizontally, then held their wrists together while their fingers moved away from one another. He took that to mean “open your mouth,” which he did. The rubber gloves floated out, and the way they stayed balled up together suggested that they were disgusted to have been in his mouth for so long. For his part he wasn’t happy about the rubbery taste in his mouth but wasn’t about to spit in front of the gloves and possibly insult them. Who knew what they might do?

The filled gloves floated up and pulled themselves over his hands. Then the outfit floated him over to a makeshift makeup table, where he was seated on a waiting chair. The gloves then went on to apply cosmetics, taking control of his hands. The man was not at all happy about that, but being totally at the mercy of the clothing, there was nothing he could do.

He did not notice that as this was going on, the clothes that pulled themselves off of him earlier rose from the floor and filled themselves out to his shape.