A gown

The light filled the room and that's when he saw it. A white dress, standing in the middle of his bedroom.

He recognized it as one of the pieces of clothing on the rack he'd crashed into.

He sat up.

"Very funny Aly..." he said. Then he looked closer. The dress was standing on it's own.

A pair of skill gloves were floating as if worn by a person wearing the dress.

they beconned him closer.

"I'm good, thanks." He said, trembling in shock.

I moved closer. He could hear the click of heels on the floorboards. the dress came closer. I put it's one hand on the other glove, which went limp. It then, in one swift motion, slid the glove onto Al's arm. A felt his arm go numb, and then, began to move on it's own. It held his other hand as the other glove slid itself on. At the same, the gloves caused his arms to push him off the bed, right into a pair of waiting shoes. His feet went numb, as he realized the clothes were taking over him.

"Please... Aunt... whatever your name is... I'm sorry I knocked this over. I'm a klutz."

The dress didn't respond. It just unzipped and fell to the floor.

"I don't want to know where this is going." He said as the shoes caused his legs to move till it was standing in the opening left by the dress. The dress rose around him, tighting around his torso, which also went numb. The dress filled out, giving itself a feminine shape. It ran his hands over it, cupping phantom breasts and running his fingers through invisible hair.

He wanted to scream, but the dress had full control of his body, he was now just along for the ride. He walked with the grace of someone who was used to wearing a dress like this as he walked out the door into the hall.