Your jeans come to life in your room, coaxing other clothes to life.

You sat in the living room watching TV, completely unaware of how well your spell actually worked. In your room, your jeans rolled off your bed, hanging in space as the denim began to inflate. Once they mimicked your shape, they walked over to your closet. A long-sleeved shirt fell off of its hanger and hovered over the ghostly jeans, puffing up with an invisible torso and arms.

The outfit oriented itself, stretching ghostly limbs as it walked up to your dresser. The living shirt outstretched its sleeves, and the two top drawers holding your socks and underwear pulled themselves open.

Completely unaware of what was happening upstairs, you were distracted from the TV by your ringing mobile. It was Denise.

"Hey Denise--what's going on?"

"You've got to bring the book back here, Adam!" She was so loud that you could barely make out the words.

"Why?" You muted the TV. "What's going on?"

"My clothes! My fucking clothes are like--Moving on their own! The spell you read actually worked!" Denise actually sounded scared, but this wouldn't be the first time she was messing with you to get a reaction.

"You're not serious, are you?" Just as you asked the question, you heard something down the hall.

"Get back to my house like--IMMEDIATELY! Bring the book!" You stood up, looking at the book on your coffee table.

"Denise, if this is a joke..."

"Hurry, Adam!" The call ended just after she said it. You picked up the book and headed for your room to get your jeans back on. When you opened the door, the book fell out of your hands and onto the floor.

You watched in horror as your jeans and a long-sleeve button up stood in front of your dresser, conducting with its empty sleeves as a parade of socks and underwear rose from your drawers.

"Oh, shit!" You shout into your room, your eyes locked on the jeans and button down. You looked down at the book. "It's...really real!" As you bent down for the book, one of the empty sleeves pointed to it. It slipped out of your hands just as you picked it up, sailing over to your animated outfit's hollow sleeve. The other sleeve directed a couple dancing pairs of socks and bobbing underwear in your direction.

"Give that back!" You cry, barging into the room and going for the book. Scared as you are, you know that Denise must be going through the same thing three houses away. Without the book, you can't help her!

A pair of white ankle socks sail instep-first toward your face, hitting with a pillowy impact that doesn't hurt, but knocks you off balance. You grab the bridges of the possessed socks and feel the ghostly feet wiggling in your grip as you pull them away. As soon as you do, though, a pair of your own boxer briefs bounce their ass against the bridge of your nose, knocking you backward as the socks wiggle out of your grip.