Convince the clothes to play a game

“I’ve got currrry!” Denise’s mom called out in a musical tone. She settled the takeout onto the ground to put away her boots.

Upstairs, the silken robe continued to caress Denise. She struggled to stand on her own two feet with the robe holding her up in the air. The robe was unrelenting. It teased her with light wistful brushes like a gentle breeze caressing her skin. She shivered.

“Denise?” her mother called out again, this time at the bottom of the stairwell.

The danger of being caught snapped her out of her revelry. She **** herself out of the robe’s sleeve and dropped to the floor.

“Honey? What was that?” Denise’s mom asked, hearing the thud downstairs.

“Nothing mom! I’ll be down in a minute!” Denised called out. She looked back at the robe which continued to float in the air. Its sleeves reached out for her, but she dodged. She needed a way to contain all the misbehaving outfits before her mom freaked out. She was surprised that her mom hadn’t run into any dancing pantyhose already! Thinking quickly, she came up with an idea.

She turned to the floating robe and asked mischievously, “Hey, you want to have some fun?”

The robe paused, then leaned in as if to hear Denise’s conspiracy better. Denise grinned. From what she had seen of these enchanted vestments, she surmised that they were magically inclined for fun. With the robe’s interest piqued, it looked like her hypothesis was proving to be correct.

Denise mustered up as much contained enthusiasm as she could and told the magic garment, “Wouldn’t it be fun if my mom knew nothing about you guys?!”

The robe appeared to mime rubbing its chin. It turned to the bodysuit, which in turn, turned to the skirted pantyhose. They appeared to be conferring with one another. Then, they all turned to Denise. The pink silk robe waved its sleeves together as if it was clapping its approval. Denise gave a half smile and let out a subtle and relieved sigh to their agreement. If she could get through dinner without incident, then she might be able to sneak a call out to Adam and clean this mess up before her mother noticed.

“You better hurry it up before I eat it all!” her mother teased in the kitchen. Then, Denise heard her mom talking to someone else. “Hello? Tess? It’s Diane!” She was on her phone; A phone Denise could use to call Adam! Diane continued to speak to her friend, “... yeah, I just got back from it… I think it went fine, we’ll find out on Monday, they said they’d let me know! … I know!”

Denise started for the dining room, then caught herself. She was still naked! She hissed at the clothes, “Get me something to wear! Please?”

Denise’s long sleeve nightshirt with the image of a wolf on it and a pair of her cotton lavender and white striped panties bounced up to her. It was something she would normally wear when lounging around the house. The shirt lifted its lower hem up as the panties tilted forward, as if they were opening up to let her in. Denise stepped into the panties and lifted her arms to allow her shirt to fall onto her. Back in clothes, the young woman pattered down the stairs to the dining room to find her mother waiting.

“So… what have you been up to for so long?” Diane asked her daughter. She was using the tone of voice that hinted that she knew Denise was up to no good.

“Um… nothing much,” Denise replied, trying to brush off the veiled accusation as she sat in front of her meal. “Thanks for the curry!”

Diane looked to her girl for a moment, just long enough to let the guilt seep in, then went back to eating. Denise ate silently, mind set on getting hold of her mom’s phone.

Suddenly she felt her panties jerk. Her butt was lifted up in her seat, then the garment dragged itself down her thighs. She choked on her mouthful of food.

“Hon? You ok?” her mom asked.

“Ach…hch... fine! Fine!” Denise responded as quickly as she could. She cleared her throat some more while bending her knees to keep the panties from escaping. It turned out that the clothes planned to have their fun under her mom’s nose.

“I’ll get you some water,” Diane said. She got up and left the room.

Denise got off her chair and grabbed her panties, pulling as hard as she could. The panties fought back, stretching down to the floor. It felt like they were at equal strength until Denise's shirt gown pulled her to the ground. Denise rolled around, wrestling with her underwear. Suddenly, her shirt hiked itself up, forcing her to push it down. The panties pulled free and scurried away.

“What are you doing?”

Denise sat up on the floor, seeing her mom look at her with a raised eyebrow, holding a glass of water.

“What am I doing?” was all she could think to respond.

“Yes, what are you doing on the floor, Denise?” Diane asked with an air of impatience.

“I.. I thought I saw a mouse!” Denise cried out.

“What?!” Diane gasped with horror. She darted her eyes around nervously. “Where did it go?”

“Over there!” Denise lied, pointing out to the living room.

“I’m calling an exterminator!”

Diane settled the glass of water on the table, but before she could pull out her phone, she shrieked! “AAAAAAHHH!”

“Mom! What is it?!” Denise cried out.

“I felt it!” Diane responded hysterically. She was shaking her leg and brushing uncontrollably at it. “Get out! Get out!” She shouted before hopping on one foot. She then unbuckled her belt, unzipped her pants and shook them free, kicking them away from her. The pants fell flat on the floor as their previous wearer stood in thigh length stockings and silk panties. Diane inched toward her discarded clothing, trepidatiously checking to see if the mouse was still inside. Denise watched on with mild interest before realizing that her mom’s phone was in her pant pocket.

“Wait, let me check it out for you, mom!” Denise interjected. Diane didn’t object to someone else dealing with the rodent, so she watched her little girl handle things. Denise picked up the pants and checked the pockets. In the side pocket she found her mom’s cell phone. She went to pull it out, but the pocket clenched tight around it.

“Hon…” her mom said, slow and cautiously, “ don’t move…” Denise froze. She felt something on her back. Actually, she felt nothing on a spot on her back. Her shirt had pushed itself outward there in what she presumed to be the shape of a small mouse…

“Mom… it’s ok…” Denise tried, hoping to calm her mother.

“Don’t move…” Diane replied coolly.

“Mom….”

“Denise… sh….”

“Mom, don’t… euhhh!!”

It was too late, Diane pounced on her daughter’s back, knocking her to the ground. Denise felt the pants pry itself free of her grip, carrying the phone along with it. Denise tried to get back to her feet, but her mom was holding her down.

“I think I got it!” Diane declared, squeezing tightly to Denise’s shirt. Then, the bubble of empty space deflated in her hands. She patted Denise’s back in disbelief. “Where did it go?”

“There’s nothing on me!” Denise protested, rolling out from under her mom. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to her mother to inspect. “See? Nothing!”

Diane patted down the shirt gown to find nothing, but rather than to admit error, she looked to Denise and asked, “Where is your underwear?”

Denise felt her cheeks flush up red. She cursed the magical clothing for playing her. “Uh… not important right now…” she mumbled before quickly changing the subject, “I think I saw some movement in the next room!”

She moved out of sight of her mother and in the living room, she walked in on her mother’s work pants and her panties, having a good chuckle at her expense. She ran over to swat at them, but they breezed out of reach. She chased after them, but they circled her, out of range. She felt ridiculous running around the living room buck naked, chasing after a pair of pants. She wanted to get that phone, call Adam and end this whole episode as quickly as possible. She managed to corner the power suit leg piece when her mother called out from behind her.

“Did you get it?”

The pants crumpled to the floor and Denise snapped it up quickly, bundling it in her arms. “Got it!”

“Oh, thank God!” Diane sighed. “Let’s see this little monster!”

“No!” Denise shouted. Her mother was taken aback by the loudness of her cry. “I mean, I don’t want you freaking out again, I’ll take it outside and let it free, humanely.”

“Well, put on some clothes at least,” her mother chastised.

“No… uh… don’t want this guy getting loose in the house again…” Denise quickly responded. She felt weird, trying to convince her mom to let her out naked. “It’s just the backyard, no one will see me…”

“...” Diane had to process the idea of her daughter stepping outside the house without any clothes on. “... exactly what were you doing upstairs before I got home?”

“MoOmm!?” Denise bemoaned in the predisposed teenage style.

Diane sighed at her daughter’s proposal, but also didn’t want a wild animal in the house longer than it needed to be either. “Just don’t let the neighbors catch you… I’m going to take a nap.”

Denise nodded before running for the back exit hugging the pants up to her chest.

Once outside, Denise checked the pant pockets. They were empty! She turned to the window panel of the back door and behind it was her shirt gown, waving the phone at her with its sleeve. The pants unraveled and slipped between the crack in the door to meet up with the shirt and they formed a simulacrum of a person that went back to dancing. They weren’t exactly dancing to the same beat, but Denise got the message that she had been bested.

Denise tried the door, but the clothes snapped the lock on the slider. Insult added to injury. Denise hunched down and covered herself, looking over to her neighbors’ fences, praying no one was out gardening.

She then thought about what she could do next. She was outside now, maybe she could make a mad dash for Adam’s place, which was closeby. Did she dare streak over? What would she say to Adam? Could she even meet him like this? She felt embarrassed just thinking about Adam seeing her naked. But he had the source of this magic, he could put a stop to it! Her only other alternative was to get to a phone. Was there a neighbor nearby that she could get help from? Or should she go back in and tango with her wayward wardrobe another round? With her gone, there was no guarantee they would stick to her suggestion of keeping themselves hidden from her mom. Her mom may not be safe.