I woke up feeling like I was floating in a sea of hands. Huh?

With that, my eyes snapped open. I was lying on my back, unusual enough for me. And it definitely felt like I was covered from neck to my feet by wiggling and writhing fingers, but I didn’t see a single one of them. They were all invisible.

“Pinkie?” I said. Of course there was no verbal response.

But the bra that was lying limply on the bed next to me floated up and filled out. Ditto the panties that were lying next to it. Both filled out to contours just a little bit larger than they had the night before, and moved closer to me. They didn’t simply float, but their movement suggested they were being worn by an invisible woman.

Once the floating items reached the bed, the invisible rubbing hands went away, as indentations appeared on the bed, like the invisible woman filling out the undies was crawling over to me. Pretty soon the knee-shaped impressions were pressing against the bedspread right alongside my thighs. I reached up towards where I thought I’d find a torso, like the night before, but my hands met thin air just above the waistline of the panties. Likewise when I reached down to where knees pressed into the bedspread, my hands didn’t make contact with anything, but I did feel the knees squeeze against me softly to assert that they were there… somehow. 

There were also unseen weights pressed into the bed right next to my shoulders, completing my mental image of an invisible woman in lingerie, on her hands and knees, perched over me. Even if the only real evidence of this woman was impressions on a bed and hovering filled-out underwear. And the extra pair of hands that, right at that moment, gently pressed down against my upper arms.

The onesie, which was also lying limp on the bed, began to stir. In a few moments the upper part of it, from the waist upward, filled out to similar proportions from the night before. But the rest of the onesie was still limp against the bed. It looked like half an invisible woman moving around inside these pajamas.

The half-filled sleepsuit extended an empty sleeve toward me, and I felt a warm invisible hand wrap around my most sensitive part. Just as the hand began to pump me lightly Pinkie -- I was sure it was Pinkie filling out the underwear perched over me -- pressed unseen lips against me. A few seconds later we were tongue-wrestling, as the invisible hand from the pajamas settled into rhythmic squeezing.

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There was a knock on the motel-room door. I looked over at the door, hoping whoever it was had the wrong door. But the chain lock undid itself, while Pinkie’s lingerie and the sleepsuit collapsed empty onto the bed. The sheet pulled itself back over me and the limp sleepsuit as the deadbolt lock undid itself and the door opened. 

I was sure I did not want to deal with whoever walked into the room, but I wasn't given a choice. It turned out to be the outfit of my clothes I had left back at Melissa's office the day I met Sheila. Or was it Pinkie? I was still confused.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" the outfit said, in a voice very similar to my own. "Wow, she didn't waste time getting you into bed, huh?" 

"I honestly don't remember," I said, watching as the door closed and locked itself.

"Hmm," my clothes responded. "If anything I thought she might have grabbed me first, since I'm more like her. But then you got bonus parts.”

“Yeah, and, uh, apparently they got put to use last night.”

“And you don’t remember?” my outfit said in disbelief. “I figure that’s something you’d want to remember.”

I went to slide out from under the sheets, only then remembering I was naked. I felt silly, suddenly self-conscious in front of my own clothes. But normally people don't have conversations with their own empty clothes. I think seeing your own clothes moving around under their own power is reason enough to regard them as a person, and that includes being self-conscious about being naked in front of them.

My outfit laughed at my sudden lack of movement. “You know I’ve seen every bit of you, right?” it asked tauntingly. “And what are you gonna put on, anyway? I know you don’t have clean underwear with you.”

And of course the clothes were right. I had no idea I was gonna be ambushed by horny clothes so I didn’t bring anything to change into.

“Well,” I said, grasping at straws, “I’m kinda hoping that since Pinkie brought along all kinds of clothes that maybe there’s at least some drawers there for me.”

The outfit laughed again. “If you get any underwear from Pinkie,” it said, “it’ll be panties. I doubt you want to wear that.”

I sighed. “You have any ideas?”

“Good thing I came prepared,” the outfit said. An empty sleeve reached down into the pants, between the waistband and the shirt, and pulled out a pair of drawers, which apparently had been filled out before they were pulled out. As soon as the invisible hand let go of them they puffed up to an approximation of my shape and hovered over to me.

I lay there and stared at the growing tent in the front of the hovering drawers, feeling not only like I was staring at an invisible man’s boner, but also like I was being given drawers that someone else had just pulled off -- and were still being worn!

“Why are you staring like that?” the outfit said. “Those are your drawers, and that’s all your shape in them.”

“Well yeah,” I said, not taking my eyes off the bulge, “but my drawers aren’t normally filled out like that without me in them. And I feel like I’m making you go commando, which is silly because…” A light went on in my head as I turned my gaze to the outfit. “Because you are commando. A filled-out set of clothes without any underwear beneath.”

“How about that?” my clothes said, sounding a bit pensive. “Never thought of myself as a commando before. But are you gonna lie there all day staring at your own drawers or are you gonna get up? Remember you and Sheila have… things to talk about.”

That we did. But the hovering drawers were blocking my path. 

"Do you mind?" I said to the hovering drawers, staring at the invisible package pressed against them. The drawers responded by inching even closer. I lay back down, as my empty outfit burst out laughing.

"Come on now," I said, "I need to get up!" Then I turned to my outfit. "Are you doing this?"

"Nope, that's not me," the outfit said, between chuckles. "Maybe it wants to play with you."

"Well, I'm not ready to play with them!" I said. "How am I supposed to wear mmph--!" That was the drawers' cue to press their bulge against my face!

My outfit, no help at all, fell onto the other bed, convulsed with laughter, as the empty drawers began to hump my face.

I grabbed the back of the waistband and pulled it backward, but it only stretched in response. The form filling out my drawers, and the bulge pressed against my face, didn’t budge. 

Then, the sheet pulled itself back off me, exposing my nakedness to my empty outfit, as the sleepsuit began to fill out again. In a few moments, I saw a sleeve do the same thing I had just done, reaching an empty sleeve towards the drawers. But while I tried to pull them away, the invisible hand at the end of the sleeve grabbed the drawers by the butt.

“Now that’s interesting,” my outfit said. It had seen the sheet pull away and was probably about to make a snide comment about my state of undress. I was at least glad it had something else to talk about.

The drawers, for their part, stopped moving but were still pressing against my face. That’s when I saw the onesie’s other sleeve reach up and grab the drawers’ other butt cheek. That’s when they finally pulled away from me, and turned toward the onesie.

But as soon as the drawers pulled away from my face, the onesie let go of the fabric butt and began moving a sleeve up and down in front of the drawers, rubbing the bulge with unseen fingers. I could follow the indentations from the invisible digits.

“Wow,” my outfit said. “Did that happen last night too?”

“I don’t remember any of that from last night,” I said, “but I did get some of that this morning.”

“I bet you did,” the outfit said, sounding distracted. I’m sure that, by whatever means it could do so, it was staring at the sleepsuit’s well-filled chest. I know I was… until I realized that I’d be stuck in place until this little show was over. Unless…

I tapped the onesie on the shoulder. “Thank you for distracting them,” I said. “By any chance do you have anything I could put on so I could get out of bed? A robe, maybe?”

“What do you need a robe for?” my outfit said. “Nothing in here but you and us clothes. Not another eyeball for you to worry about. Just roll past your horny drawers and get up!”

Horny drawers. I hoped that wasn’t gonna cause any problems after I’d taken my shower. Speaking of which, I hadn’t exactly checked out the bathroom when we arrived. I didn’t know how Pinkie and the others managed to have this place all set up when it was apparently abandoned, but it looked like I’d just have to trust them.