Get a little bit flirtatious and tease a possible top half to his new outfit

As John shamelessly explored the hyperinflated denim with his hands, he realized he could feel the translation of his own touch on his skin. His male parts were excited into half-erect state, and he smiled as he dug his fingers into the soft inflated butt behind him.

"That's really cool…" John said, watching himself in the mirror. In it, he noticed the hovering nightgown floating over to him. Before he could turn around to meet it, he felt a soft lacy sleeve grip his shoulder.

He gasped as the jeans lifted him into the air just slightly, enough that the nightgown could spin him 180 degrees without any effort at all. Unanchored to the ground, John landed in the arms of the pink nightgown, which wrapped one sleeve around his waist and placed its other on his shoulder. The thing pressed against him, and he found himself looking down at the gown's billowing form, accentuated by broad hips and a bust that inflated against his chest. He watched the red shiny fabric smooth out as the chest of the gown swelled.

He smiled as it whirled him around, carrying him up and away from the mirror. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around it, hugging back. Apparently, it wanted to dance with him.

"That's, uh--" John laughed. "You're taking some liberties there with your size, aren't you?" The spread of the nightgown shimmied against his bare chest, and he watched in awe as invisible nipples seemed to harden under the glimmering fabric. John licked his lips, astounded by the feel of being embraced by this magic nightgown. He knew there was nothing inside, but he could feel mass in the ghostly breasts being pressed against him.

He drifted past the bed as the other outfits seemed to watch. John decided to take some liberties of his own, and his arms wrapped around the pink gown's waist moved lower and lower until he found himself cupping its butt. He watched himself through the full-length mirror across the room again. Even though the gown was loose and billowy below the waist, he could feel the definition of an ass behind it. He got bold and moved even lower, feeling the cleft of each cheek and where they seemed to meet invisible thighs.

His hands were reaching about as far down as they could go now without shifting his body away from the gown embracing him. At this moment, he had been drifted over in front of his mother's open closet door, and he found himself descending again. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the robe surprised him again. The thighs under his fingertips both shifted forward, and he looked down at his waist to see the shape of the invisible legs emerging from the loose, shiny fabric.

A certain weight sunk into his hands, and he steadied himself as the nightgowns sleeve gripped him harder. He could feel the invisible thighs clamping around his hips, and the glossy pink fabric curled around his own upper legs. It was as if the legs of the nightgown had leapt into the air and wrapped around him. Suddenly, he was essentially carrying what seemed like an invisible woman — except for the mass. The weight was certainly more than a nightgown itself would indicate, but it was nowhere near the feeling of carrying the whole human being.

Suddenly, the satiny chest shimmied against him again, and the invisible legs tightened around him as he felt the hips of the garment itself push against his own. John's eyes opened wide, and he could feel himself blushing.

"Whoa, um--" he laughed nervously, "was that what I think it was?" He looked around at the other outfits, still apparently watching him intently. (Or at least facing him…he had no idea how clothes could 'watch' anything.) John looked down at the swollen satin chest of the nightgown, daring him to make another bold move. Just as he mentally prepared to nuzzle the space between the invisible tits, the pressure from the invisible legs disappeared, and the slight weight he was carrying his hands turned to an airy nothing. As quickly as it clamped on him, the pink sleeved nightgown fluttered away, retreating to join the other outfits.

John could feel the pounding in his chest as he watched the gown take form again, putting one of its sleeves on a strap of the little black dress. The gown's collar seemed to lean into the dress, its other sleeve moving up to where the gown's face would be. It seems silly, but it looked to John like the gown was imparting some sort of secret to the little black dress. He hoped he didn't do anything wrong.

He heard a drawer shift, and he looked down at his mom's vanity to see a black satin and lace bra pull itself from the small drawer. It hovered up in front of him, facing forward. He watched as the clasps joined themselves, and unseen space began to fill the Self-Fitting lingerie, rounding out the straps and the band. The cups were unpadded and unlined, and John could see right through the lace parts. The torso of the form seemed to take shape completely, but the cups remained flat.

Since the thing was hovering right in front of his face, John decided he was comfortable enough to reach out a hand toward the mostly filled-out bra. The moment he moved his hands over one of the flat cups, the satin and lace beneath his fingertips surged suddenly and rounded out. Surprised, he pulled his hand away from the form, watching the shiny lacy cups fill up with invisible tit.

"Sorry," John chuckled. "I was just curious as to why you left them—" he was silenced as the bra bounded forward, pushing against his face and rubbing his head between the two well-filled bra cups. Instead of pulling away, John reveled in it, reaching up to where the shoulder straps met the band in the back and pushing the form against him harder. He nuzzled back and forth between the softness, unable to hold back soft, delighted laughter.

After a few seconds, he could feel the brassiere trying to pull away, and he let it go. It bobbed in front of him a few feet away, slinking back and forth. If he had to guess, it seemed pretty pleased with itself.

"Okay, I have to admit that was kind of fun," John admitted. The black satin form seemed to nod at him before doing an about-face and heading into the closet. The rack shuffled around, and within a couple seconds, he saw something fall off of the hanger.

Only it didn't fall, of course. A red, ribbed turtleneck sweater waved out, keeping a flat shape and bobbing next to the filled out bra. The sweater lifted a sleeve toward the black bra, and then pointed at John's chest. He smiled, a little bit nervous.

"Was that a request?" John asked, looking down at his mother's filled out jeans, still wrapped around his legs and hips. The black bra and the sweater both seemed to nod at him.