Momentarily a dresser drawer slid open and a procession of brassieres floated out, each one filling out to her proportions. She beckoned for them to come closer. They did so, coming close enough that she could reach out and touch them, reassuring herself that there was literally no body in any of them. *I’d love to know how they do that,* she thought, as she ran her fingers along the straps of a turquoise bra. The strap gave easily when she pushed down on it, but when she moved her hand it resumed its over-the-shoulder shape, though no shoulder was evident.
She chose the turquoise one, waving the others off. They returned to their drawer, after another drawer opened and lace turquoise panties floated over. Apparently the helpers decided that if she had already settled on the turquoise bra, she didn’t want or need to see how the matching panties would look. She held her arms out in front of her, waiting for the bra to fit itself. The straps floated up around her arms until the cups reached her chest, holding themselves against her breasts as the back straps reached around to hook themselves together. Then the cups seemed to wiggle just a bit against her breasts as if seating themselves properly.
“Actually, since no one’s gonna see me anyway, I don’t really need the bra,” she said aloud. The bra straps unhooked themselves but before the bra slid off, the cups gently squeezed and caressed her breasts. She gasped. “Can’t y’all save that for later?” she asked. She sensed something like a sigh before the bra slid down her arms and dropped onto her bed. *Did I actually hear that?* she wondered as she stepped into the panties, which had been hanging in the air in front of her. As soon as she had stepped through both legholes, the panties pulled themselves up her legs, the waistband sliding around a little to get itself situated.
As she turned back to the closet yet again, she said, “Maybe I’ll wear a sheer top today.” Not a very practical choice for a winter day, she knew, but since when does anyone have to be practical *all* the time?
A hanger floated out of the closet, holding a leopard-print t-shirt and brown jeans. “Hmm, maybe,” she said, watching as another hanger came out holding an off-white mesh t-shirt and thick knit leggings. She knew Bryan always like how she looked in this, though she wasn’t about to wear knit pants on a cold winter day. “Maybe just the top,” she said. Next came a black mesh t-shirt with nothing else on the wooden hanger. “Since when do I hang t-shirts by themselves on *these* hangers?” she asked herself aloud. “Or was I the one that did it?” More than once she had stepped out of clothes and let them drop to the floor, only to see them rise from the floor and either hang themselves up or float over to the hamper.
More hangers slid around inside the closet, prompting her to say, “That’s enough. It’ll be one of these.” As she turned away from the closet, she expected each top to remove itself from the floating hanger and assume her shape. Instead, the leopard top filled itself out to her dimensions while still on the hanger. It was a little strange seeing her shape in this top with the hanger hook sticking up out of the neckhole. The brown jeans unfurled themselves from the hanger and assumed her shape, “walking” nearer to her for closer inspection.
As they approached, she thought of something she’d always wanted to do, but she figured she’d have to wait for her intangible friend Havik’a to return from her present long-term assignment overseas before she’d be able to. As the outfit turned for her rear inspection, she reached over and pinched the jeans on the behind. Knowing there was nobody in the jeans to register pleasure or discomfort didn’t make her little gesture any less enjoyable. As the outfit moved to walk away, she said, “Wait, don’t go yet.” The outfit obediently waited as she reached over and caressed the empty backside of the jeans. She didn’t really know why she did this; she wouldn’t have dared to do it if there had been anybody else in the room with her, though out in public, completely invisible, might be a different story.
Next she swatted the empty jeans on the butt, marveling that the jeans were able to stay put instead of flying across the room, even though there was no actual body in them…
She flinched as an unseen feminine hand caressed her bare breasts, reminding her that she was still topless. “Come on, stop,” she protested, even though she had in effect just done the same thing. When the hand continued to caress, she moved her arms to protect her chest. This had no apparent effect on the caressing hand; she could still feel it fondling her *through* her arms as though they weren’t even there.
After a few moments, the hand withdrew. She took a few moments to collect herself, then directed the waiting outfit to step away so that the next one could be checked out. As it did so, the leggings unfurled themselves from their hanger until the inseam rested a few inches above the floor. Then they too approached her, waiting for her assessment.
With this outfit she saw what others would see if she were to go uncloaked; a filled out mesh t-shirt with no visible wearer, floating over tight-fitting knit leggings. She was able to see the other side of the room though the shirt, just as Bryan or anyone else could see through the shirt with her wearing it — if she let them see the shirt, that is.
She stood behnd the outfit and looked down through the empty neckhole, taking advantage of the outfit’s sheerness to see down through it to the floor beyond the pants’ bottom cuffs. She shook her head in wonder, realizing what she had, in a sense, been missing, since she had always been clearly visible to herself if totally INvisible to everyone else. She didn’t see empty holes at the ends of her sleeves, like others did when she let them see her clothing, nor did she see water bouncing off her unseen form in the shower.
On a whim she reached around in front of the outfit and began running her hands up and down the sides of the empty t-shirt. After a few moments of this she began fondling the shirt’s chest, amazed that it actually felt like there was someone in there, though if someone had been they would have butted heads awhile ago. *If I keep this up, I’ll never finish getting dressed,* she thought. Looking down at her still bare breasts, she added, *Heck, I haven’t even really started.*