Hanging out with Larry

You went inside.

"So you're telling me, clothes came to life and started dressing you like this?! Thats insane!"

"More or less," you said, leaving out the most embarrassing details.

"Dude, thats rough! I can't imagine what your day was like! No wonder you were hiding all day! I'll get that drink! Sounds like you could use it!"

"So bad!"

He stepped out of the room as lights began to flicker on one by one in the living room. A light to illuminate the movie collection, a light to illuminate the record collection, and finally a light to illuminate a prized possession in the corner of the room: a large glass case with a skirt on a stand about waist height. Your waist height to be specific, as could be told by the mirror hanging in the back, enabling you to see it align on your body.

Larry returned with a drink, "sorry about hitting on you in class, by the way. I had no idea. Here you are, whiskey sour."

"Larry....what is that?" You asked backing away from it.

"Oh that? Thats been in my family for YEARS! I don't get what the big deal is.

Memories flashed in your head:

"I know him" your cock said.

The secret note

"It will be arranged," the queen said

You realized what was going on. Your dick was entering your mouth, to send you back, to ensure the queen's domination of you.

"I'm sorry, Larry. I really need to get out of here." You ran for the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Larry tried to help you but even he couldn't understand why it wasn't opening.

The blinds all closed shut, the doors to all other rooms closed, and all the lights shut off except for the one illuminating the glass case with the skirt.

"This is crazy!" Larry said, "what is going on?"

The skirt began to flutter as your body was lifted into the air.

"What the fuck?!"

The door to the glass case opened and the skirt flew out and circled around you.

"That was REAL?! Your story was REAL?!"

Your pants socks and shoes were ripped off your body right before that skirt equipped itself on you.

"Dude! This is messed up!"

"You don't have to tell me..."

Before you, a portal opened, deep on the other side you could see your living room floor. "Oh give me a bre-" as you were pulled inside.

Leaving John staring confused trying to understand what he had just seen when the door to the bedroom hallway opened and a trail of his sister's bras and thongs floated through the living room and into the portal.

"Yikes," he said, imaging the ramifications, "ouch"