The energies attached to the headphones bring clothing in your sister’s room to life.

You were completely oblivious to the energies entering your sister Sarah’s clothes. The spell radiating from you was enough, but the spellbook functioned like an amplifier. Wearing the headphones and having them with you when the spell was uttered must have been enough, because her clothing started to stir in the closet.

The closet door slowly opened up, with assistance from a thick leather belt that had fallen to the floor. It snaked over the ground, sliding up her bedpost as several pairs of leggings followed. Each of them lifted off the closet floor and walked out into Sarah's room in a row, all filling to the shape of of her lower half as they marched out. There were bright green leggings, leopard print leggings, pairs in shiny metallic silver and bronze stretch spandex, and whatever else had fallen to the floor or out of place, just like in the spell you uttered.

A few of Sarah’s shirts that had missed the laundry hamper began rising into the air. hovering half inflated as if they were waiting for something. The shiny bronze leggings danced out of Sarah’s room and into yours, leaping onto your bed and scooping up the magic book into their filled out hips.

With the magic book hovering in the middle of their waist, the silver leggings hovered into the air, over your bed. Suddenly, the jeans you’d taken off came to life, sitting up in your bed.

The leggings returned to Sarah’s room with the book, inflating themselves with bigger curves as they sauntered back into her room. They bowed the book at the dresser, and Sarah’s top drawer slid open, releasing a fleet of bras for the formless shirts hovering by themselves. Each of the bras hovered over to the leggings, suspending themselves above them and clasping, swelling their cups. One by one, the shirts pulled themselves over the bras, filling out perfectly and making at least four ghostly female copies of Sarah.

As the shirts hung in wait, a few more jeans, shorts, and sweaters rattled on the shelves, but the leggings swung their hips in 'no' gesture. It was silently communicated that the clothing left in the closet would be called out in time.

Then the clothing heard a almost-quiet knocking noise from a a traveling chest that was at the foot of Sarah's bed. The bronze leggings bobbed the book toward the chest, which popped open…