Stacy was the weirdo in our class. She never liked to talk to anybody, she kept to herself, and she was just an introvert in general. She's sit by herself at lunch and would constantly look worried. Everybody in our class was repelled by her, but I thought she was gorgeous. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute smile. She'd wear really weird clothes, though. I remember when she wore two mismatched shoes, jean shorts, and a full jacket in class one day. Some people even claimed that she held people against a wall and try to have sex with them. That's when people started being repelled by her. Although she was weird like that, I thought that was a bit kinky.

I ended up messaging her and starting conversations. We talked nearly everyday on our phones for months when I finally had the courage to ask her out. We were talking on the phone when it happened.

"Hey, so... I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?" I asked nervously, clenching my fists, hoping for a "Yes."

"I'd lov-" She cut off abruptly.

"What?"

"..."

"Uh, hello?"

"L-Listen. I'm gonna come over in a bit. I-I need to show you something very personal." she said quickly.

"I don't think you can come right now, my parents don't know y-"

"You don't understand. It's not my decision."

"What?"

"...I have to leave in a bit, see you soon."

"Hey, I-"

She hung up.

Sure enough, 15 minutes later she was here. But she didn't come through the front, she was knocking at my window. I look up from my bed, and I see her through it.

I was confused. First of all, I live upstairs in my house. Second of all, we have no ladder or tree to climb to get up that high. I don't know how she would have climbed up to my window. Third of all, how did she know where I lived?

I walk over to the window and open it.

"Hey, Sta-"

She lunged inside very quickly, knocking me over. I hit my head against my wall and groan in pain.

I look up. She was standing in front of me, reaching her hand out.

"Heh, sorry for that." she said nervously. 

She was dressed up beautifully. Brown hair running down her shoulders, red slim jacket with white gloves, grey leggings with black Nike's.

I grabbed her hand and she pulled me up.

"Listen Stacy, it was fine for you to come over but you didn't hear what I said on the phone. My parents don't know y-" 

Her hand covered up my mouth, interrupting my sentence. She was pressing against my mouth hard.

With her other hand, she pulled off her gloved hand covering my mouth.

"Stop it." she whispered to her hand.

"Stacy, what was that for?" I said, rubbing my cheek.

"It's not me."

"What?"

"My clothes." she whispered.

I look at her weird. I look outside my window and see no ladder or anything she could've gotten in from.

"How did you get up here?"

"I-"

Her hand clamps over her mouth and her other hand pulls me towards her. She whimpers and I pull myself away. She looks as if she's fighting with her own hand to pull it away from her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Mmph, mmph!" she muffled through her hand.

Then she took her hand off of her mouth and suddenly grabbed my crotch.

We both made eye contact for about five seconds while she had her hand on my pants. I slowly pulled her hand away.

"I... think you should leave." I said reluctantly.

"I'm, I'm so sorry. You don't understand." she said, looking down.

"What do I not understand?" I asked, "And why did you do that?"

"It's not me, it's my clothes." she said, still looking down. "They have a mind of their own."

"What?"

"I know you don't believe me, no one will. But I'll show you." she said, taking off her shoes.

She plopped down her black Nike's in front of me.

"Alright shoes, dance." she said.

I stare at them for about ten seconds before looking back at her awkwardly. She started taking off her white gloves and laid them on my shoulder.

"Come on, come to life! Grab his ear!" she said, looking at the gloves. I look at the inanimate gloves on my shoulder and nothing happens.

She groans and takes off her jacket and blue shirt and lays them by the shoes. She was now wearing nothing but a bra, gray leggings, and grey socks.

"Why are you doing this to me? Just move already!" she yelled at her clothes. She now was trying to frantically unhook her bra, and I stopped her.

"Stacy, stop." I said firmly.

She looked up at me and her eyes widened. She then looked at everything on the floor and stood there for a moment. She said no words as she got her clothes and went by the window and climbed out. She just looked at me before leaving.

After thinking about what the hell just happened, I sat down on my office chair and a pair of white gloves fell off of my shoulder and onto my lap.

Shit. She forgot her gloves that she left on my shoulder. I grabbed the gloves and put them on my desk. I inspect them for a while, poking them to make sure that Stacy was wrong about them.

"Nope," I say out loud, "lifeless and useless."

I hop into the shower and play some music. When I got out, the gloves were, sure enough, still on my desk. My parents were leaving for the night, so I had the house to myself. I decided I would masturbate while I have the privacy to do so. As soon as I hear the car pull out of the driveway, I grab my laptop, flop onto my bed, and start it up. While logging in and putting in my password, I hear my window open. I focus my eyes from the laptop screen to the window. It was barely windy so I have no idea how that happened, and then something catches my eyes.

The gloves were missing.

I didn't think much of it. Just a coincidence, I kept telling myself. I looked for the gloves all over my room, until I see the white gloves clenching my window. 

I stare from a distance and squint, to make sure that what I'm seeing was real. 

Yup, white gloves holding open the window while gray leggings, black Nike shoes, a red jacket, a blue shirt, and gray socks all jump in.

They all took shape like a person was wearing them. Everything hovered in the air facing me except the shoes, socks, and leggings, which were standing on the floor. I laughed to myself. I had to be dreaming.

One of the gloves did a "come here" sign by sticking out its finger and bending it towards the clothes.

I found this strangely erotic.

I got up from the bed and started walking towards the clothes carefully. I took each step with caution and stared at the clothes in awe. They were hovering in place, making no noise at all.

Suddenly, her shoes walked over to me, by my bare feet. I stand still, just looking at them. They started expanding and growing bigger by a few inches, and I saw the shoe size number on the tag change from 7.5 to 10. My exact shoe size. I had to be dreaming.

The shoes started putting themselves onto me. Not wanting to fight back and see where this dream takes me, I allow them.

As soon as they tied themselves, they walked me over to my recliner in the corner of my room. I made sure that I didn't make any quick movements and just played along. All the clothes came over real close to me, and stayed in place.

Bzzzzzt.

My phone was vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and it was a call from Stacy. I answered the call and put my phone to my ear.

The gray socks lunged at my face and started shoving themselves in my mouth. I tried to lift my arm to grab the socks, but the gloves had grabbed and pinned my hands already. The gloves put themselves on my hands and tightened, and forced them to stay on the armrests.

The socks balled themselves up and successfully got into my mouth. I could taste them moving around in my mouth and wrapping around my tongue. Yelling for help was no use, I was gagged. At this point, I wanted to leave this weird-ass dream. I kept telling myself mentally that I was dreaming, but no dice. Desperately, I tried biting my lips, but that didn't wake me up either.

The black Nike shoes walk over to my bed, and hop up near my computer. Its shoelaces unfold and starts pressing keys on the laptop. The shirt and jacket watched the shoes as it flipped the laptop to show my internet history to the other clothes. I see the jacket, shirt, and leggings shake back and forth like they were laughing.

I squint and see that the shoes showed them that I was watching domination porn yesterday. I start blushing and looking away, embarrassed.

I kept reminding myself that I was dreaming, but the longer I was around these living clothes, the more real it felt. As a final effort to wake up, I look at the wall I'm restrained next to and smash my head into it at full force.

I gasp and raise my head from my pillow, looking at my dark room. I look at my body to make sure that the clothes were gone, and sure enough, they were. I grab my phone and look at my messages and call logs, and I had none from Stacy. It was all a dream.

I sigh and put my head back down on the pillow. As I do, I feel my head throb. I feel my head and touch a bump from when I smashed my head in the wall.

While I was analyzing how I would have a head wound if it was a dream, white gloves grab my head and hold it down. I scream until gray socks jump into my mouth and gag me again. It was no dream, this was real. I struggle vigorously, but the clothes have all grabbed me again. Running out of options, I try to plead with them.

"W-what do you want from me?" I ask them, muffled by my gag.

The red jacket lifts up my laptop and its sleeve points toward "DOMINATION" from my search history. I gulp and stay quiet.

Stacy's blue shirt rises from under my bed and hovers inches from my face. It took the shape of Stacy's body perfectly. The curves from the phantom tits were above my nose.

The socks suddenly jump out of my mouth as the shirt smothers my face, not allowing me to breathe. I gasp for air as the tits block my mouth.

and my dick becomes erect. After a minute of gasping and struggling, the shirt floats away.

"Whoa." I whisper to myself.

The black Nike shoes hop on my chest and press down on my abs. My dick betrays the situation by expanding even more, as I subconsciously get excited.  The shoelaces untie themselves again and stretch out to the sides, as if they were about to pounce. I flinch and wait for something to happen, but nothing does. I open my eyes slightly and see the shoes spell "FUN" with their shoelaces. I raise an eyebrow until the laces start tickling my sides, and I burst out into laughter. The white gloves release my head and clamp my mouth shut.

The tickling must've went on for at least 10 minutes, as I start to cry from the seemingly endless torture. The shoelaces subside and the shoes lift off of my chest.

"Please," I beg, "no more..."

The clothing began float away from me, all resembling one outfit as I finally feel freedom to move around and speak without something attacking me. They all now looked like someone was wearing all of them, as if someone was wearing the outfit and was invisible.

I sit up on the bed and look at the clothes. The outfit makes a "peace sign" and begins to head for the window. As the clothes were about to leave, my arousal got the best of me and I yelled,

"Wait!"

The outfit pauses and turns towards me. Not knowing completely why I asked them to stay, I ask them,

"You guys didn't really dominate me! I mean, yeah you guys held me down and stuff but I really liked that! Can you guys at least uh..."

I gulp and pause for a second. What am I even doing?

"C-can you guys at least make me cum?" I squeak.

The outfit just stays still, and crosses its arms as if to say, "Really?"

I stay on the bed waiting for a response.

After about fifteen seconds, the outfit started to walk, in a very sexual gait, towards me on my bed. I smile as I know that the clothes were gonna come back, and laid down comfortably.

The outfit stepped very slowly, and as soon as they got near my bed, the outfit jumped and it broke into all the separate pieces of clothing. Each piece of clothing grabbed a different part of my body.

The gloves started massaging my chest, the shoes put themselves on me and massaged my feet, the leggings sat on my face, the shirt began tit fucking me with phantom boobs, and her socks went under me and began clenching my ass.

I immediately feel aroused, as my fantasy of domination is being pleased. I grab the phantom ass sitting on my face and clench those cheeks. All of the clothes touching me in this way was too much for me to handle.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!!" I yell, muffled by the leggings.

The clothes respond by increasing their pressure and pressing harder all around. The leggings lift off of my face and just as I was about to cum, I feel the gloves grab my hair and pull me back, as I look up to a pair of her moccasins nudging my nose.

Just one smell of those moccasins made me explode onto the shirt, as ropes of cum came out of my dick. I moan as the clothes jack off my dick as I cum the remaining semen onto the blue shirt.

I was exhausted. I close my eyes as I feel the clothes lift off of me, as her glove strokes my cheek before meeting with the other clothes near the window. I had so many questions about Stacy and her clothes, but I didn't have the energy to ask them. As I drift off into sleep, I hear the clothes open the window and shut it behind them. 

When I wake up the next morning, I check my phone and open I message from Stacy.

"I am so, so, sorry about what happened last night. I tried getting a hold of you but you answered and I didn't hear anything else. You already know that I have no control over them but oh my god what did they do to you??"

I smile and reply,

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you and your clothes came over more often. Do you want to hangout this weekend?"