Vanessa's sneakers took a left as they exited the coffee shop, attracting attention as they walked on their own down the sidewalk. They were attracting plenty of attention until Vanessa's tight denim capris exited out the same door, filled to her shape and strutting down the street in the opposite direction. Those that were paying any attention turned their curiosity to the coffee shop the animated clothes had just come from. While a few people stared at the shapely capris strutting down the street on their own, nobody seemed to pay attention to Vanessa's white sneakers, which took the opportunity to slip in to a space a couple doors down.
It was a laundromat. A busty middle-aged woman behind the desk heard the bell of the door jingle, but didn't bother leaning forward enough to see the two sneakers at ground level. She assumed someone had either just left, or that there were a couple of kids playing with the door, and she went on staring at the large flatscreen bracketed to the high end of the far wall.
One man waiting for his clothes had his nose buried in a book, and a couple other women were so involved in their smart phones that they didn't notice the pair of white sneakers walking down the aisles of washers and dryers all by themselves. The sneakers seemed to be looking for something, and found exactly what that was when they came to a large industrial dryer with just two minutes left in its cycle. Seated at the bar-height table at the end of the row was an attractive college age girl, clicking her mary-janes against the foot rest and waiting for the last load of her clothes to be done. Her other load sat folded next to her in a large black basket.
In the adjacent row, Vanessa's white sneakers clicked their heels, and the massive dryer popped open as if by magic. Now the college girl seemed to take notice, and she leaned forward from her seat to see a pair of white sneakers standing in front of the dryer full of her clothes. She only had a split second looking around for an explanation before fresh clean clothes began pulling themselves out, hovering out first in a wadded chain of articles before each one snapped themselves flat.
Madison's eyes bulged as she watched her own clothes hovering in a row as if they were hung on invisible clothesline. The white sneakers clicked their heels together once more, and this time Madison saw the act, baffled by the sight of the pair of strange sneakers moving on their own.
Even stranger was what happened next. The line of Madison's clothing began inflating – T-shirts, sweaters, jeans, pants and underwear all began puffing up. Madison was mesmerized by the sight of it, standing up from her seat to get a better look at what was happening. Another woman looked up from her phone and gasped, mumbling something to herself in Spanish. Madison was curious enough to approach the last item at the end of the row, her favorite pair of jeans. She reached out toward the filled out waistband when suddenly, the white sneakers approached her.
She crouched cautiously, attempting to get a look at the apparent cause of this oddity. Mid-way through, the sneakers clicked their heels again, and Madison suddenly felt her panties pull up against her waist. She made a little noise as they wedged themselves between her ass cheeks.
"What the… hell?" The moment Madison tried to resituate her panties, the skintight khakis she was wearing popped open. She looked down in awe as the zipper rode down its track, squirming as her panties continued riding against her. "Whoa…is this —?" Down the aisle, she watched as her freshly dried clothes began assembling themselves into outfits. It was as if ghosts were wearing every item in the entire load.
The Hispanic woman who had witnessed Madison's clothes lining up was backing away from the aisle now as she recorded the scene with her phone. Now a young man from across the laundromat let out a 'Holy shit!' as he watched an athletic coed's clothing marching by itself around the laundromat. A pair of jeans and a tight purple turtleneck strode toward the Hispanic woman, reaching out one of its long sleeves.
The woman gasped and muttered something in Spanish as her phone pulled out of her hands and rotated 180° to record her instead. The purple turtleneck held up another sleeve toward her, and everything she was wearing began inflating on her body.
Madison's utter confusion kept her panic in check somehow as she attempted to resist this curious situation. She felt her pants attempt to shimmy down her hips, but she had grabbed both sides of the undone zipper in an attempt to physically force them back together. Though she initially succeeded in overpowering them, her clothing had plenty of other options to get her to comply. Madison's T-shirt tightened around her torso, and she moaned a little as she felt something grip both of her tits tightly. She held on to the sides of her unbuttoned khakis even as she was groped by an invisible force, and when she looked down at her T-shirt, she saw what looked like invisible hands taking hold of her breasts.
"Oh God, this can't really be happening…" Madison said, looking around at the impossible scene again. Now at least three other people were witnesses to her haunted clothes, each of them interacting with her fresh laundry. Before she could assess much detail, she was pulled to the tips of her toes. "Ungh!” Madison grunted, looking down at the floor. The waistband of her khakis was no longer trying to pull down. Now it chose the other direction, and Madison went from her toes to full suspension. She got a fluttery feeling as she realized she was now a couple inches off the ground. Her khakis and underwear continued to ride up on her as her relentless T-shirt and bra continued playing with her tits. She was hoist in the air even higher now, and by this time no one in the laundromat was able to ignore the insanity happening inside.