Go capture you and wait for Sarah

With more than enough friends to make a party, the clothes decided it was time to see how you were doing downstairs. Whatever you were watching on TV wasn't terribly interesting, but it was enough to hold your attention when empty t-shirt collars peeked around the corners of both living room entrances and posted themselves at the doorways. You looked around, getting an odd feeling you were being watched--but everything was out of the way when you looked again.

The white high heels didn't make much sound when they walked in on the carpeted living room floor. The maid outfit carried the book in one hand and pointed at you with the other, and the other two wigged outfits seemed to take the cue to ready themselves behind the couch on either side of you.

The spellbook opened, and just as you rolled your eyes at a particularly poorly delivered line on the TV, the string on your athletic pants untied itself. You gasped and looked down at your waist--but nothing else happened. Apparently you tied a bad knot. As you reached out to retie the strings, they moved--pulling away from your fingers and down.

"Wh-what the fuck?" This time you stood up, panicking as it looked like something invisible grabbed the front of your pants. You reached out to swat whatever unseen thing was pulling down your pants, but only met with empty air. You fought with the elastic waist of the pants next, realizing then that nothing had grabbed your strings--the actual pants were moving on their own!

It was about this time that jumping off the couch and trying to reassess the situation brought you eye-to-eye with some of Sarah's garish costume pieces, assembled into three outfits and standing menacingly in front of you without a trace of Sarah in them.

"What in the hell is going on?!" You shouted, letting go of your athletic pants in shock. They shot down to the floor, leaving you in your underwear as a shiny black tube top and bronze leggings ran right into you, smacking its inflated chest against your face and knocking you over. "S-Sarah?" It was her stuff all right, but there wasn't any Sarah in them to answer. On the ground now, you rolled over just in time to see your athletic pants come to life and run out of the room, joining your dancing jeans at the doorway.

Any thoughts you had of trying to go after them--or better yet, escape this mess--ended abruptly when a long, thigh-high boot came down on your wrist. The impact didn't hurt, but the boot came down with your wrist in the space between the heel and the toes, just enough to spare you a nasty bruise, but placed perfectly to keep your arm from moving. You looked up to see a huge fur coat and a high burgundy wig standing over you. You frantically tried to pull your hand from under the heel of the boot until you were approached closely.

You finally looked up at the maid outfit with the high blonde beehive wig, wagging a finger at you with a fine white glove. The other glove was holding exactly what you hoped to end this nightmare with--the magic book. Your face went pale. The maid outfit pointed an open palm at you, and you gasped as your body began rising into the air, anchored to the ground by the silver thigh-high boot. Your t-shirt inflated out, puffing and stretching until you heard the seams popping. When the same thing started happening to your boxer-briefs, you grabbed their waist with your free hand, trying to keep yourself from becoming completely ****.

When the silver boot hell released your wrist, you spun into the air, losing all orientation and reaching out both your arms to try and catch yourself. The sensation of levitating was something like a windless fall, and your reaction allowed your remaining ballooned-out clothes to easily slip off of you, bouncing around the room until your athletic pants picked themselves up off the floor and assembled with them. Now you watched as your outfit cavorted around the room, dancing with the tube top and bronze leggings first, then moving out the doorway to dance with the green and leopard leggings and their tees.

The fur coat, red wig and silver boots stepped into your line of sight, and you swallowed hard as the silvery boots unzipped. The puffy fur sleeves reached to the sides of the coat and opened it up, revealing a silky red lining. Your eyes went wide as you saw the coat coming closer--no--you were hovering into it! Holding your arms out in front of you to try to stop it seemed to be exactly what it wanted: the coat did a quick half-spin and slid one of its soft, furry sleeves over your left arm, which was then forcefully turned behind you by the sleeve. You yelped a little as you turned to comply, finding the other fur sleeve sliding up your other arm just as quickly.

You whimpered a little as the sides of the coat wrapped you up, squeezing you like a hug. Your hair pulled itself back as if by invisible fingers, and the wig seated itself atop, wiggling against your scalp. You wanted to reach up and pull it off, but the fur sleeves only let you get so far before making you fold your arms up and hug yourself. As you struggled against the fur in vain, the silver boots took the opportunity to slide over your feet and start zipping up. The bind against your ankles was excruciating for a few seconds. A fur coat was one thing, but your sister's weird costume boots couldn't possibly fit you! As you looked up to the maid outfit, ready to plea out of pain, pages flitted in the magic book and a white glove waved at your feet, blue sparks flying from the fingertips.

The silver boots stretched--morphed really--just enough to make room for your feet. You felt gravity take a hold of your body again, though the hug of the fur coat and the support of living thigh-high boots meant you didn't have to think about standing or moving. Two of Sarah's other outfits stood in front of you, eerily swaying with the other clothes, as if they were moving to music you couldn't hear.

"Wh-what are you going to do with me?"