Picture by seifuku kanojo
Violet put her finger to her chin, scratching it as she thought of all the choices she had for today's outfit. She scanned through tops hanging from rods, bottoms neatly ironed and folded in drawers, and shoes lining the walls. Her closet was almost overflowing; the near-endless supply of material in her busy city was the reason she had so many garments, but she had to learn to use what she had, if only to justify trapping people in the form of clothes.
She plucked a strapless bra and its lacey counterpart from a nearby stack, holding them up against he naked body in the full-sized mirror. She grinned as she felt the pair's minds writhing within, still unbroken since they were relatively new. They were a cute lesbian couple in a park, sitting on a bench and enjoying life to the fullest. Now they were underwear for her, the power she held over them exhilarating. She slipped them on, enjoying them cupping her most intimate of places, knowing they'll eventually learn to love it.
Violet pulled a pair of fishnet leggings out, her fingers grasping the thin strands of the garment. She knew the man within these felt and orgasmed every time something went through one of his many holes, so she made sure to pay him back for the service he now provided her. She slid herself into the article, feeling the man within get overwhelmed with pleasure before she moved on to the next garment.
A tight leather pencil skirt was next, its glossy black texture perfect to complement her fair skin. This one had been deserved in her opinion; the culprit had had the audacity to park in Violet's parking spot, a truly despicable act and one she now paid dearly for. Now reduced to nothing but a tease, she had to learn to accept her new life; whether she liked it or not was something Violet didn't think about. Its squeaky surface almost sounded like the cries for help from the girl trapped inside as she glided up Violet's legs… almost.
For the main show, she unclipped a bright pink sweater dress from a hanger, feeling its soft texture in her hands. This one had been a boyfriend, one who knew where Violet got her clothes and survived, at least somewhat. She had grown bored of him and was about to break up with him, something that he had apparently sensed. In a wholesome act of love, he had willingly given his body to her, letting her turn him into a dress, something that she never took for granted as she made sure to wear him more often than others.
And lastly, she donned a pair of platform boots, their neutral color good for any outfit. Once a father-daughter combo out shoe shopping, they ended up at the register, but not as customers. The father had given in long ago, letting the bliss of being an object wash over him, but the daughter kept fighting it, refusing to let the woman who had taken everything from her win, despite the fact that it had no effect on Violet's conscience. She clicked the heels together and giggled, knowing the pair could talk to each other when touching, although there wasn't much to say.
She grabbed a handbag, something that was surprisingly not ensouled, and did a twirl in the mirror, feeling the radiant energy from her clothes in her core. She always loved wearing outfits made entirely of transformed people because of the way they felt, but more importantly, the way she looked. Satisfied, she left the closet, shutting the door on the hundreds of other articles inside, making them lose hope of escape or, at the very least, being chosen to adorn her.