A few hours later

Janet spent hours trying to find out who the writer of the story 'The Sexual Adventures of Janet Syndulla' was, but to no avail. There was simply no information at all on the site or anywhere else for that matter on this mysterious writer using the screen name 'BoobsLvr69'. She could find no reference of that screen name anywhere on the internet. After what happened to her she was unable to return to sleep. She needed to figure out what happened to her and how the hell this 'BoobsLvr69' knew what was going to happen to her accurately enough to be able to write it into a story. She looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. 8:35 am blinked back at her. Janet leaned back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair pulling the random strains of hair that had fallen into her face.

"I should get dressed..." Janet stood up and went into her bedroom pulling off her sleeper shirt and panties, tossing them in the hamper. She then opened her top drawer and reached in to get some fresh clothes. She dug around for a moment and pulled out a pair of black lace crotch-less panties. She looked at the underwear in her hand oddly. She didn’t own a pair of crotchless panties. She held them up and looked at them but had no idea where they come from. “I never bough these…”

She went to return them but instead she found herself bending over and stepping into them. "Wait wha.."

She didn't have any control again over her actions. As soon as she pulled them up she grabbed the matching black lace bra and put it up followed by a garter belt running the straps under her panties. This was followed by her hands retrieving a pair of black lace top stockings. Her legs directed her to the bed where she sat down and pushed one of her legs into the opening of one of the stockings. Her hands slide the sheer dark fabric up her leg slowly before repeating the procedure on the other leg. Once finished her hands gently ran themselves up her leg starting at the calf and up to her inner thigh. Her leg stretched out as she did this.

At this point Janet was in a panic. She tried with all her might to regains control over her faculties but she was helpless. Janet’s body moved her from her bed to the small vanity desk sitting opposite from the dresser. She tried to stand up and stop what she was doing but still was unable to stop. Her hands opened her makeup kits and started applying, starting with her eyes. She could only watch as her body applied her makeup, creating a perfect example of a black smoky eye followed by foundation, blush, and then contour. Next her hands applied large full false lashes. Finally her hand pulled open several dark red lip sticks and colored her lips. After what seemed like forever her hands stopped.

Janet looked at her reflection in the mirror and was amazed. She had never done her own makeup anywhere near as perfectly before. She was stunned at how she looked. Of course her face didn’t portray surprise but a sly smile pierced her lips. Her body then stood up and walked over to her dresser and pulled out a black skirt with white trim as pulled it up to her waist. She followed this up by pulling on a petticoat causing the skirt to stay lifted and flared out. She had worn this skirt often and it usually ended mid knees but thanks to the petticoat it was now a few inches shorter.

Finally her hands retrieved a white shirt from her closet. The shirt was an off the shoulder button up that exposes her midriff. Her fingers deftly buttoned it up. The shirt felt smaller then she remembered, and tighter then it used to be. This caused the shirt to accentuate her large breasts.

Her hands then grabbed her brush and started working on her hair. They brushed, combed, and teased her hair until her flat black hair had volume and was curled and wavy at the ends.

Her hand placed her brush down on her vanity and it was the that she regained control over her body. She jumped up and away from the vanity and looked at herself in the tall door mirror. She looked stunning. No question that she was dressed for a night out. “What the fuck is happening to me…” Janet lifted up her skirt and grabbed the crotchless panties she had been **** to put on. She went to pull them off but when she bent over her hands didn’t move. She tried again but they wouldn’t budge. She let go of the panties and looked at her hands. She had full control still. She grabbed them again and tried to remove them but as soon as she tried to pulled them down her hands again refused to move.

Janet sighed. “It looks like I can’t remove them.” She though for a second and the tried to remove her shirt. This ended up the same as the panties. She could grab, manipulate, and adjust but couldn’t take it off. “Seems I don’t have a choice…” she muttered to herself.

Now that her panic was subsiding, a realization hit her and she bolted for her computer. She went back to the website and looked up the story she saw earlier. Her heart stopped when she scrolled down and saw a new chapter had been added. “Getting ready for fun day” was written under the ‘what happens next’ line. Janet clicked on it and read the new chapter. It was a perfect iteration of everything she had done all morning. Everything was there. Her panties, the skirt, the make up.

She continued reading and realized that the chapter didn’t end with her getting ready. It counties further on. It said that at 2 pm she puts on a pair of high heels and leaves. Janet looked over at the clock. It was currently 10 am. So she had time to think and try to find a way to stop this from happening. Her mind raced but she couldn’t come up with any ideas. She started trying to look up more information on the internet to find out who this mysterious writer was.

Before she knew it several hours past but she wasn’t able to learn much. She was in the middle of typing a new search when all of a sudden she stood up. Her heart nearly launched out of her chest when she did. She glanced over at the clock and her eyes went wide. It was 2 pm….

She strolled over to her coat closet and opened the door. Inside were a pair of black high heels with white trim. She pulled them out and put them on. Grabbing her purse she walked out the door in terror not knowing where she was going…