You can't fight these things! Retreat to Denise's and try to help her without the book.

The socks dance against your crotch as the blue butt of your boxer briefs wiggle against your face. The clothes are strong, but they aren't hurting you--just pinning you down. You grab the waistband of the underwear against your face and pull hard against it, allowing you to slip out from under it.

There's a surreal moment as you watch the clothes regroup. Your underwear match up into sock pairs and briefs, looking like a couple of scantily-clad sentinels about to double back on you. Your jeans and button-up outfit has its sleeves up in the air as if to tell you the ball's in your court. The book is hovering about an inch away from one of the sleeves, and with more of your socks and underwear leaping to life--you realize the only way to go right now is out.

Before anything can make a move, you fly out the door, heading to the entry as fast as you can. When you get to the door, you see your sneakers--but they're walking on their own! Trying your best to ignore them, you leap over the living footwear and fling open the coat closet. Just behind the narrow door is your sister's leather coat and a pair of her leather boots, all the items coordinated together as if her invisible doppelganger was wearing them. The coat's leather sleeves reach out to you, and before you can react the leather is tightening around your torso--inflating beyond the shape and size of human arms and simply filling the material. The leather boots are playing at your ankles as you roll around on the floor, fighting with your sister's living leather coat.

By the time you have any kind of grip on the collar, a familiar feeling surrounds your feet--your sneakers. You lean forward as best you can, embracing the leather coat to get a better view of your feet. Sure enough, your living sneakers were already on you, their laces pulled tight and manipulated into graceful knots by invisible fingers.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" You squeak a little as the leather coat inflates again, squeezing you tight and lifting you into the air to stand on your own two feet--sort of. You can feel the sneakers starting to move on their own under your feet--wiggling your toes and anxious to walk. As you let go of the coat, its over-inflated sleeves release you while another strange sensation makes your legs tingle.

Your athletic pants are starting to move by themselves, and they're still on your body! You can't even protest as the front door swings open by itself. You're set into motion by your pants and sneakers as you feel your sock cuffs pull themselves up on your legs. Your violet briefs follow--gently tickling your asshole as the pouch tightens around you teasingly.

"St-stop that!" You shout, feeling violated by the outfit you're wearing. It's in control of your lower half, walking you out the door without so much as a split-second of your input.

Before long you're clear across the sidewalk, making unnatural, moon-like strides toward Denise's house under the guidance of your enchanted clothes. When you look over your shoulder as you're skipped across the street, you see that a group of underwear-and-sock soldiers are marching out the door behind you, followed by your sister's leather coat and boots, a pair of your mother's black patent heels, and one of her pink windbreakers from the coat closet.

A neighbor down the street rubs her eyes, watching as a procession of clothing follows the possessed outfit dragging you toward Denise's house. When she realizes the disembodied pink windbreaker in heading her way, she runs for her house.

When you're walked into Denise's house, you hear something in the kitchen sounding like a moan, but your sneakers and pants walk you upstairs. When you turn the corner, though--you don't go into Denise's room.

Your clothes throw you onto Denise's mother's bed. Your shirt inverts itself, sailing up your arms and pulling itself tight against the bed, holding down your wrists. Your athletic pants slide down over your ass, yawning down to mid-thigh before pulling your legs against the bed.

"Denise?!!" You notice someone in the corner of the room, but once the form steps forward you see the lack of a face and hands. It's the outfit Denise was wearing just minutes ago, exaggerated beyond Denise's curves and walking toward you.

"D-Denise?" Another form stepped out of a walk-in closet as all the lights in the room turned themselves on. A pink satin robe filled to almost cartoonish proportions walked out on a pair of sheer white stockings. "No way..."