Enchanted Threads

After years of being neglected and unworn, forgotten clothing in a cluttered closet began to stir with an eerie presence. These garments, abandoned for years, had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to find a new wearer. That chance arrived in the form of Jess, there old owners younger brother.
Jess was an average high school student, unremarkable in most ways. Standing at 5'7", he's on the shorter side, depending on who you ask. He's not exactly scrawny, thanks to his involvement in tennis, but he's far from being a football jock. Jess has long brown hair, a trait he inherited from his mom. When he was younger, people occasionally mistook him for a girl, but as he got older, he simply became too lazy to cut it.
One afternoon, Jess found himself in a financial bind. He had spent all his savings on phone repairs last week and desperately needed money. With his parents away on their honeymoon and his sister studying abroad for a couple of years now, Jess was left to his own devices for the week.
Jess thought about getting extra money from his parents' room, but there was a higher chance they would notice the missing money. Instead, he turned to Veronica’s room she only recently visited during the winter holidays. Hoping she had left any leftover cash behind, Jess ventured into her room. He had never really been inside her room, as Veronica never allowed him to enter.
Jess and Veronica had a rocky relationship growing up. Veronica, always into gossip and fashion, fit the mold of the typical popular girl. This often put her at odds with Jess, who was more interested in video games and tennis, leading to frequent clashes over his hobbies and appearance. However, when Veronica went abroad to study fashion design, she matured somewhat, improving their relationship slightly. Despite this, they still occasionally butted heads.
Opening the door to her room, Jess was greeted by an explosion of bright colors and posters of her favorite artists. The room was filled with an extensive array of fashion items, including a walk-in closet and a personal bathroom. The sight of her lavish room made him momentarily envious.
“Maybe I should ask Mom and Dad to let me switch rooms when they get back,” Jess muttered to himself as he started his search. He quickly checked the nightstand drawers finding found a few dollars —not nearly enough to reach his goal. Sighing, he turned his attention to the walk-in closet.
Veronica's walk-in closet, the size of a small bedroom, crammed with various clothing. Jess found it puzzling why one person could need so much clothing.
While Jess was engrossed in his search rummaging the closet, he had no idea that he had walked into the domain of something dormant, something waiting. Veronica’s clothes decided this was the perfect chance, without warning Jess was tackled to the ground by an onslaught of different articles of clothing—tops, sweatshirts, old undergarments, and shoes— they swarmed him like a hive of bees. Panicking, Jess tried to escape, but before he could reach the exit closet doors slammed shut, trapping him inside.
The clothes continued their onslaught, The clothes swiftly removed Jess's clothes, leaving him exposed and terrified. Various of Veronica’s cothes began latching onto him and dressing him up: a pair of dark purple matching panties and bra wrapped around him, adding padding and fitting snugly. Next came a pair of dark nylon leggings slipped underneath this legs encasing them, followed by a dark plaid high-waist skirt, wrapped around him zipped itself perfectly around his waist giving him an illusion to his sisters butt. A black blouse forced itself over his head and hands thru, tucking itself neatly into the skirt. Finally, a pair of high-heeled ankle boots marched towards him, unzipped, and slid onto his feet with the help of the leggings.
As the clothes settled down, Jess found himself fully dressed in one of Veronica’s old outfits. Disoriented and horrified, Jess finally managed to stumble out the closet. He desperately tried to remove the clothing, tugging at the various items and trying to unzip the boots, but they clung onto him like a second skin, refusing to budge.
"This isn’t right! Why are clothing coming to life?! And why won’t they come off?!" Jess thought. The clothes didn’t seem done yet. Jess felt the clothes tighten around him, restraining his movement and worse taking control of his movement! Jess tried to resist as the outfit walked him into Veronica’s bathroom, where her assortment of makeup lay scattered across the counter.
As the outfit stood him in front of the mirror, Jess mind raced wondering the hell is going on. That moment was cut short, as one of the sink drawers opened up and a small box floated out, containing fake black acrylic nails. Jess's heart sank, knowing what was coming next. The nails slapped themselves onto Jess's fingers, and his hands began to move involuntarily. Jess watched in horror as he lost what little control he had left over body.
His hands started going to work, applying various types of makeup: lipstick, foundation, eyeliner, and more. The outfit even grabbed some jewelry—multi-ring bracelets, a black locket choker, and hoop earrings, thankful that his ears were already pierced. Jess could only watch as a prisoner in his own body as the outfit completed the finishing touches by even goes as far to straighten out you’re hair with your sisters hair straighter. Once done, looking into the mirror, Jess saw his reflection and to his amazement he looked very similar to Veronica back when she was in high school, albeit with a slightly more tomboyish face.
Jess felt astonished by how he looked, but that quickly changed to a sense of dread. Forced to dressed up in Veronica’s clothes, he was a boy for crying out loud! The thought of people seeing him like this, being laughed at or worse, called a pervert, terrified him. Panicking, he remembered that today was the first day back to school from winter break. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and realized it was almost time to leave. There was no way he could attend school dressed up like this. He had to skip school. It was the best thing he could do, even though he would get a talking-to by his parents once they got back. He would take a grounding than this.
While he thought about his predicament, the clothes had other plans in mind. Hearing his decision to skip school, the clothes took control of his body again, breaking his train of thought. The outfit walked him back into veronica’s closet and grabbed one of Veronica’s designer winter jacket and a scarf from her coat rack adding to Jess's outfit ensemble . Confusion turned into mortified as he realized what the outfit were planning, the outfit was going to make him go to school.
Pleading and panicking, Jess begged the clothes to stop. “Please wait! I can’t go to school like this!” he shouted, but the outfit ignored him desperate pleas and continued to walk him out of Veronica’s room, but not before grabbing her old backpack. The outfit headed to Jess’s room, found his backpack, and proceeded to switch over the contents into Veronica’s. Now ready, the outfit grabbed Jess’s phone and house keys, and proceeded to walk him towards the front door. Jess wanted to scream, but no one was home to hear his pleas. The outfit walked him out the house, locking the door behind him as they proceeded to march him to his fate.