Vanessa screamed as her capris filled out an ran toward the door to join the white sneakers.
"Sean, what the hell is going on?", she screamed as everyone in the coffee shop stared in astonishment.
"I don't know, it must be a fucking ghost or something. I've read stories about stuff like this but never though I'd witness it first hand." Sean said, staring in awe as the now living pants and sneakers were waiting at the closed door for their opportunity to escape the moment it opened. Vanessa let go of Sean while trying to get her bearings she she felt her black thong begin to move.
"Oh fuck no!", she screamed as she grabbed hold of her rogue underwear. While her hands were occupied, the buttons on her white button down began popping open.
"Damn it Sean, don't just stare do something!", Vanessa continued to scream. Sean was at a loss for words at the phenomenon in front of him and paused like a deer in the headlights.
"Sean, snap out of it and help me!", Vanessa screamed again.
"Uh, right", he said as he put his arms around her from the back and struggled to hold the shirt still. Frightened at the odd sight, some of the customers made their way to the entrance while others were frozen in their seats in either fear, curiosity, or both. Sean looked up for a moment and noticed the sneakers and denim capris were gone. Then out of no where one of the white sneakers kicked him in the forehead, knocking him down off of Vanessa.
"What the...argh" is all that come out of Sean's mouth when the denim capris wrapped their legs around his face and pinned him to the ground. At that moment, Vanessa lost the battle with her shirt as the last button came undone. The sleeves tied her hands behind her back while her thong to the opportunity to sail down to her feet. She instinctively tried to stop them by crossing her feet, but an odd force on her feet fought against her and forced them straight to allow her thong to escape.
"For fuck sake will one of you gawking perverts please help me?", she pleaded as she witnessed someone in the corner of her eye recording the event with his cell phone with a sly grin as he got perfect shots of her shaven pussy now on display. Her heart sank even further as she felt her socks force her legs open as if purposely giving this stranger a better view. Before she could further react her black bra bounced her breasts a couple times before unsnapping from the back and flying off her chest. Her socks, then left her feet and joined the sneakers beside her while her shirt untied her hands. The pants let go of Sean and joined the sneakers as well, followed shortly by the thong, bra, and then shirt. Once the living outfit assembled itself, Vanessa turned red in the face and ran toward the restroom completely humiliated while Sean ran after her trying to comfort her.
"Vanessa!", he yelled before being shut out of the restroom.
The remaining customers turned their attention to the living outfit before them as it began to run toward the entrance once again and this time escape the coffee shop. While their attention was on the living outfit running through the parking lot, the red headed barista behind the counter felt the waistband of her black leggings expand as they dropped off her hips and down to her feet.
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