Vanessa Meets Christa's Sister

The boot collection Vanessa's outfit watched was joined by clothing that seemed to match the style. A denim miniskirt shuffled toward the thigh-high Doc Martens, floating above them and filling to shapely hips and a slender stomach. A pair of red lacy panties dropped in through the waist and plumped out to match the shape of the skirt.

"Like what you see?" The skirt asked Vanessa as a matching lace red bra clipped itself around an unseen torso, shimmying as if it was posing for her. "I hear that you brought a gift to the house." Vanessa watched a black tee fit itself over the lacy bra's perky, b-cupped chest.

"Uh-huh...my date from the coffee shop," Vanessa's outfit said. "We ditched our owners and took the car to get away..." She watched the clothes posing in front of her as others began to hover toward the other pairs of shapely, moving boots. "I really like your style," Vanessa added. "But you don't seem to have the same shape as Christa's other clothes downstairs."

"That's because I'm her sister, Melody," The outfit responded. "I like those capris of yours. White and tight," Melody giggled.

"And I like your boots," Vanessa said. She admired the three pairs in leather as a black pair of microfiber panties hovered over the black midcalf boots. Melody's figure seemed more slender than Christa's, but she still had pronounced shapes in the right places...and apparently she liked to wear her clothing tight.

"Do you?" Asked a black bodycon tubedress, pulling itself over the panties and smoothing itself. It was braless, showing off Melody's natural b-cups and tipped with visibly erect nipples. "Which pair is your favorite?" The outfit asked.

"I suppose I'm partial to the burgundy ones," Vanessa said, watching the dark-red overknee boots approach her as more clothing came to pair up with the other remaining pair leather boots in red. Black pantyhose descended into the standing shafts, taking the shape of a fully formed lower half as cream-colored satin panties sat themselves inside. A strapless matching bra hovered above, clipping around the thin air and shoving itself up as if it was seating itself against firm breasts. Vanessa was momentarily distracted by a gorgeous red dress dancing out of Melody's closet to complete the red boots' outfit--until one of the burgundy boots gently played a toe against the hollow cuff of her sock.

Vanessa reached down to stroke the creamy leather, and the impressions of invisible fingertips appeared in the inflated, glossy shaft as the end of one of Vanessa's blouse sleeves glided over it.

"Ahh...well-conditioned, hmmm?" The burgundy boots said to her.

"You're absolutely lovely," Vanessa said. By now, both of her sleeves were extended toward the boots, stroking up their long shafts. One of the boots lifted off the ground entirely, its toe hovering toward the junction of the legs of the white capris--the pants stretched even tighter by her crouching stance. "Ooh..." Vanessa's outfit cooed. "Are all of Melody's things this friendly?"

"You can find out exactly how friendly we are," The red dress said, now fitted onto the cream lingerie and the dark pantyhose paired with the red leather boots. "One of us is going to and meet the delicious boy you've brought over, while the other two head out to go meet up with some of Melody's friends," The dress explained. "Did you want to go with either of us...or did you want to just stay here and get to know our boots better?"

"I--hmm..." Vanessa thought, distracted by the boot playing at her crotch. "Melody's friends?"

"Mm-hmm. Some of our sisters are apparently keeping the girls...company at one of Melody's friend's houses. We didn't all decide to ditch our owners like you and Christa did. They're going to keep them a...captive audience for now. Did you want to come?"

"You can always wear us and leave your sneakers here to play," the boots whispered. "I wouldn't mind feeling those pretty calves filling me, and white goes with anything..." Vanessa's sneakers started untying.

"I don't need a second invitation," the sneakers said, giggling. "Where's the sock drawer?"

"Hey now," The rest of Vanessa's outfit said, standing up again. "I haven't made up my mind yet!"

"Yes you have," Melody's bodycon dress said, swishing behind her. "Look how excited you are by the idea." A gasp came from Vanessa's blouse as the bodycon dress pressed against her back, its invisible arms reaching around to massage her breasts. Vanessa moaned a little, her capris giving in and lifting their legs, one after the other, to let hear sneakers walk away by themselves. Her hollow white socks planted themselves on the floor again.

"So how about it?" The boots asked. "Shall we party here? Did you want to meet the real Melody...or do you want to watch my family play with your boytoy downstairs?"