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You see a washer and dryer up against the wall, large baskets full of clothes separated into two general areas. There is a large wardrobe against the far wall, and large racks where clothes are drying. You let out a sigh of relief, and start looking for something to put on instead of this bathrobe. Maybe once you've got some clothes on you can leave this crazy house and find someone who can help you.
As you drop you rummage through the clothes, you notice suddenly that your robe is undone. You look down, and try to cover up your female nakedness. You suddenly get a chill up your spine.
A powerful gust of wind comes from nowhere, and whips the robe off of you. Suddenly, the room is a tempest of wind and blowing laundry. The wind lifts you up off the floor, and you scream in terror. Suddenly, your legs are gripped and a pair of nude pantyhose begin slithering up your legs. The clothes are alive, too?!? A dark shape, almost like a bat, swoops down and attaches to your chest. You look down at the black, lacey bra that now encases your new breasts. A pair of panties fly out of nowhere and slip over your legs, fitting snugly around your crotch. Then, another pair of pantyhose start slithering onto you! This isn't right! After that, another pair of panties, then one more pair of pantyhose, then another pair of panties. Some white thigh-high stockings slip on over those, and then you feel something grab yourn waist. A sort of corset has grabbed you, and is tightening around you, forcing your waist into a thin, hourglass shape. Suddenly, whiteness whirls around you, and you flail desperately with your arms. Something smooth slips over your arms, and hands, and you look down at white opera gloves. You find that they are preventing you from moving your arms anymore. A leotard comes out of nowhere and slips over all of this clothing, leaving you encased up to your neck in womens clothes, but the worst is yet to come! The whirling whiteness abates as you feel something zipper around your waist. You look down to see poofy whiteness extend from you on all sides like a big bell, but for some reason, it isn't moving in the continuing wind. Something suddenly obscures your vision, as another garment flies over you, and you look down at a huge pink gown, flowing outward from your body from the petticoats and hoops beneath, and now you can barely move anything at all. The whirlwind lowers you back to the floor, and as it does, you feel your feet bend sharply, almost straight down, and strap into a pair of ballerina heels. The strange force is gone now, but you can barely move in all the layers of clothes. You try an awkward step, and are only able to move a few inches at a time. Your arms are held out around your huge, poofy dress, and you notice that your hair is no longer in your face, but tightly held on top of your head. You can barely move, barely breathe in the tight corset, and even if you could, these strange living clothes won't let you do much. You try to reach for the zipper in the back, but only find yourself smoothing out the dress. You look down to see your cleavage pushed up for the world to see. With some effort, you manage to take tiny steps, but you feel like you're going to fall over, so your arms are constantly out at your sides. At this point, you're glad you were turned into a girl, or else you would look completely ridiculous.
Written by Anon
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