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Contributed by Bryan Doe. You can find a collection of his fiction and other stories here.

    A couple of days after clothes had, from the general public's point of view, spontaneously come to life, all kinds of odd occurences began to happen. In one particular neighborhood, the clothes had apparently noticed the presence of large numbers of easily titillated young men.

    At a local carwash, a crowd gathered near one such unlikely scene, watching animated clothing wipe itself against newly-washed cars. As a suitcase lay open nearby, a metallic-blue total-enclosure suit that had just stepped out of it approached an Impala SuperSport that had just pulled out. As a pile of towels sprang to life and began drying most of the cars without any visible help, the suit began writhing against the Impala. After a few moments of being cheered on by the crowd, the suit crawled onto the still-wet hood, where it continued to perform, with movements that appeared to fall halfway between a wriggling woman and the less humanoid towels.

    Apparently deciding it wasn't wet enough, a nearby hose uncoiled and began slithering towards the suit, which had now removed itself from the car hood, as the towels continued to dry. When the end of the hose was positioned in the air over the suit, water began to stream from it, throughly drenching the still-frolicking suit as it moved to wipe its "hands" all over itself. The crowd was excited but at the same time subdued, apparently realizing that there would be no wet t-shirt effect, since there was in fact no flesh under the fabric to be revealed as the suit became translucent.

    But the outfit was intent on holding the crowd's interest. The Impala's stereo began to blast its stereo, as the suit waved over one man at the edge of the crowd. He approached gingerly, not quite sure what to do. The suit boldly took hold of his wrists and placed one of his hands on each side of its waist, moving them up and down its sides. He took the hint and eagerly began fondling the suit, as it returned the favor...

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    Up the street, two floating pairs of gloves spun a jump-rope as a headless zentai suit jumped double-dutch style, again drawing an incredulous, largely male crowd of teen onlookers. As the young men cheered the jumping suit, it began spinning in a circle as it jumped, making sure to give everyone in its audience a full-circle view of its figure.

    When at last the gloves stopped spinning the ropes, one daring fella darted over and grabbed the suit's hand, apparently believing that it would run off with him and go along with whatever he had in mind. But the suit had other ideas, as the gloves dropped the rope and immediately pinned the man to the ground, one glove on each wrist and ankle.

    As he struggled against the gloves, the suit dropped to its knees, wagged an index finger at him, and then reached for his armpits. He screeched in terror, seeming to make the suit more determined to get back at him. Some in the crowd cheered, though others were not quite sure what to make of this turn of events. As the suit continued to the guy, drawing screeching laughter, the rope sprang to life, slithering in and out of his pants leg. Before long one end of the rope was busy playing with his feet, after his shoes and socks had helpfully removed themselves, while the other end had snaked in much further and was busy teasing his thighs, on their way to his crotch.

    As this went on, a pair of leggings topped by a tightly-filled schoolgirl-style plaid skirt sauntered by. One young man noticed, tapped another, and said, "Hey, Mike, that looks a lot like Yvette's shape there, don't it?" Both were oblivious to the presence of Yvette's brother, Eddie.

    "So, what if it does?" Eddie retorted.

    "Hey, Eddie, relax man," replied Mike. "But your sister's fine, and you gotta admit, them clothes do look a LOT like her." The leggings, which had already slowed down in the presence of an admiring crowd, stopped in their tracks at this, but made no move towards anyone in the crowd.

    "Hey, Mike, I think they're waiting for you to make a move," a voice in the crowd said.

    "Stay put, Mike," Eddie ordered, a little upset at his sister being equated to a bunch of clothes.

    "What?!" Mike said. "Who are you supposed to be? I don't have to stay put if I don't wanna." But as he was speaking, the leggings were approaching him. Mike looked down into the empty space inside the skirt, not really sure where to direct his eyes to register looking "at"... who- or whatever.

    "OK," Mike said, looking down into the empty skirt and leggings. "I'm here. Now what?" Unseen hands took hold of his wrists and placed them firmly on each side of the skirt. Mike promptly moved his hands further back, squeezing the butt of the empty skirt, watching as the leggings' toes wiggled in response.

    "I *said* to stay put, Mike," Eddie growled.

    "I didn't move, they came to me. And so what if you did if you did say something? Who are you to tell me what to do, just cause the clothes remind me of your sister?"

    Eddie snapped, "They *are* my sister's."

    Mike grinned. "Well, in that case..." He began squeezing the empty skirt hard, as his own shirt began to unbutton on his own. An unseen hand had just plunged into Mike's pants when Eddie stomped over without a word and pulled Mike away from the clothes, leading Mike to swing at Eddie and miss. Eddie swung back and did not miss. In seconds the two of them were fighting in earnest, drawing the attention of the gloves and rope that had drawn the crowd in the first place.

    As the headless zentai suit stood unnoticed at the edge of the crowd, the rope and gloves flew towards them. Before long each pair of gloves had one guy pinned to the ground by their wrists, as the zentai suit stood with its sleeves folded across its chest. The plaid skirt and leggings approached Mike, as he and Eddie were now being pinned to the ground by their own shirts while both pairs of gloves hovered nearby, waiting to see what would happen next.

    A young woman in the crowd called out, "Um, why aren't you guys moving?"

    "My shirt's holding me down!" Eddie yelled.

    "Um, well," the girl started, "maybe they'll let you up if you agree to stop fighting?"

    Mike said, "I'll stop if he stops."

    Eddie said, "Yeah, I guess." But as soon as he was released, Eddie sprang up and pounced on Mike, but before he could start fighting in earnest one pair of gloves grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his back as the rope moved quickly to encircle them. As all this was happening, the second pair of gloves floated over to the plaid skirt and leggings, first pulling Mike up from the ground and then coming to rest at the sides of the outfit.

    "OK, thanks for pulling him off me, but, again, now what?" Mike said. The outfit turned as the gloves pointed at an approaching van. Behind the van were a pair of large-capacity vans that had been "borrowed," each full of outfits looking for something to do. At the lead van pulled over, the side door sliding open to reveal... nothing, not even anyone at the wheel. The other vehicles pulled over, their passengers exiting and making their way over towards the crowd as the skirt and leggings pulled Mike towards the van...