Stare down the bra

The bra suddenly launches forward, pinning Ava to the door, forcing itself onto her firm breasts as the rest of her outfit starts to move.

While Ava struggles, her dirty socks slide themselves onto her feet. Suddenly gaining control of her legs.

With newfound energy, Ava puts her all into fighting with her arms. But her white leather winter gloves float over from her dresser. She tries to grab the gloves out of the air. The plan backfires for when she grabs one of the gloves, it grabs her wrist and holds it still as the other glove slides onto her hand. With one hand under their control it was quite simple to grab the other wrist and **** the other glove on.

The bra then released Ava and the socks turned her around and the gloves made her open the door. Where her headband she left in the living room waited. The headband promptly sat itself on her head once more, gaining control.

Ava watched in horror as her body gladly walked over to her discarded panties allowing them to slide up encasing her toned ass.

Ava was then turned towards her dresser and walked over opening the drawers as if searching for something in particular. Then finding it her glove brought out her old black booty shorts from years ago which she never wore anymore due to them being so tiny. They too started to fly and shimmied their way onto her legs.

Ava then sat on her bed and watched as her Chuck Taylor’s walked up to her and slid themselves onto her feet and tied themselves on.

She then went to her makeup stand and watched her gloved hands quickly and expertly put lipstick on.