9. It Isn’t Nice to Be Nosy
Amy decides to take the time to rummage through the servants’ things. After all, she never knows when she’ll find something useful. She walks over to a dresser in the corner, which she opens and begins riffling through. Suddenly-
SLAM!
“YEEEOOOOW!” The dresser drawer slams shut, badly pinching her fingers. She tries to pull her hands out, but finds the drawers are maintaining constant inward pressure, keeping her firmly attached to the dresser. Amy hears rustling behind her.
“Who-who’s there? Somebody help me out of here!” She looks back to find that the clothes on the floor are now rising of their own volition! Writhing sinuously they tangle and untangle themselves, then lunge at Amy.
“EEEK!” They wrap around her waist and chest, then work their way into the clothes that she’s wearing. From all directions they’re wrapping, pulling, tugging, stretching, and every moment brings more of them. Amy looks around in a panic and starts to scream, in hopes that maybe the servants will return and help her.
“EE-MMMPH!” A shirt sleeve stuffs itself into her mouth, then wraps around her head, locking itself in place. She feels her clothes gradually work their way off. Suddenly her own jeans float in front of her as though lifted by a breeze. Then the waist slams over her head and the legs tie together, forming a sort of hood. The only light she can see is by looking down through the neck hole formed by the waistband. The shirt sleeve dislodges itself and Amy starts hacking and coughing.
“Agh! Ack!” Through the neck hole she sees a pair of white panties with red hearts, floating gracefully and flapping like a butterfly. After a moment's hesitation the panties fly toward Amy. They stuff themselves into her mouth, then down her throat. Amy can’t breath. As her face turns red, then green, then purple, her last thought is, “Et tu, panties?” She collapses to the ground. The remaining clothes pile on top of Amy, wiggling and squirming, bringing some sort of strange metamorphosis to her remains.
As day dawns, the butler and the head maid return to their lean-to. Inside they discover, standing in the middle of the floor, a life-sized mannequin. The mannequin is sculpted like a young woman, with brown hair, blue eyes, round glasses. Its mouth is wide open in an expression of shock. The mannequin is neatly dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans, boots and white socks.
“Well,” remarks the butler, “looks like you’ve got yourself a new sewing dummy!”
Amy is in no state to continue her adventure or her life. Go back and make better choices.