It's not looking good.

I had entered the shower hoping today wouldn't be too bad. But as soon as I stepped out I already saw signs of the spectre's work. The outfit I had hung from the bathroom door to wear was gone, and a childish depiction of breasts had been traced in the condensation on the bathroom mirror. I sighed, and went on with my morning routine.

When I entered my bedroom my outfit was still nowhere to be found, but the Little Red Riding Hood costume I had worn for Halloween two years ago had been laid out for me. I had to laugh.

"Not a chance!," I called out. Not that I had to speak loudly. As far as I could tell, the spirit was always with me. Always watching for a chance to humiliate me. I found the outfit I had planned to wear stuffed behind the the trash can in the kitchen. The ghost had a few hiding places it liked to use, so it didn't take long to find. But it did mean I had to find a new outfit. Which was exactly as it had planned.

I opened my closet to find my sizable wardrobe reduced to one option. A white silk blouse with a black pencil skirt. And my only bra option was a lacy, vibrant scarlet that was easily seen through the thin silk. This was the ghost's favorite outfit for me. And I didn't have time to find where it had hidden the rest of my clothes. I sighed and got dressed. Today was going to be a long day.