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You slowly manage to teeter up the stairs, worried that something else might happen to you in this demented place. From possessed shower heads to haunted laundry, you're terrified what else might happen. Walking daintily, and carefully, you get to the top of the stairs. Now that there's enough light, you look down at your dress. It's a huge, southern belle dress that fits snugly over the many layers of clothes that have you trapped. You find yourself starting to sweat with the effort, and suddenly you feel your arm moving on it's own. You feel a slight breeze as your hand has picked up a fan and begun fanning your face. You're thankful for small favors, but the clothes are still moving you.
You find yourself walking up the stairs, back up to the second floor, and into the master bedroom. There, the door slams shut behind you, and you find you can control your movements again.
Instantly, you struggle to get out of the clothes, but you can barely move. You're pretty sure you've got on at least three sets of pantyhose, several panties, the corset, the leotard, the long gloves, and that doesn't include all the silliness of the big dress. Eventually, you manage to slip the gloves off a little bit, but they snag on the puffy sleeves of the dress and won't move. You try to tear it, but the clothes resist. The gloves pull back onto your arms and you feel something under your bodice thicken. You look down between your breasts and see another layer of clothing has appeared out of nowhere. You sigh in defeat, and drop into the nearest chair, but the hoop skirt pops up, obscuring your vision. You angle yourself towards the mirror and see a massive cloud of petticoats beneath the hoop skirt. 'Could this get more humiliating?' you wonder.
After several minutes of thinking, you stand up again, and start looking around the room. You find a pair of scissors in a nearby drawer. You try to cut yourself out of the dress, but the blades do nothing, and your clothing changes again. This time, you feel something all over your body, and realize the pantyhose are becoming full body stockings. Despite your failure, you try again and again to cut the dress. By the time you give up, you can barely move for all the layers of nylon, cotton, satin, and silk covering you. You fall to the floor, exhausted and overheating.
It's a long time, but finally you hear a noise, and someone approaching the door. You struggle to get up, but find it's pointless, and your dress is pointed at the door, so you can't even see what's about to happen to you, but whoever is coming will see right up your skirt.
Written by Anon
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