"I haven't decided yet," Belle said with a mischievous smirk, which was the last thing you saw as she slid her wardrobe door shut and plunged you into darkness. You heard your mother make a tutting sound at that statement.
"So you might be leaving your brother trapped in your wardrobe for months?" She asked in a stern tone but Belle grinned back.
"Possibly, if nothing suitable comes up. But remember Mom, he was impersonating you, he agreed to the punishment. It's not my fault he didn't ask for details" You were silently fuming as you hung there in the darkness. Your mother was quiet for a while before sighing.
"I suppose that is true. Very well, Until you wear him, he is your dress to do with what you want" She said, before you heard the sound of her footsteps walking away. There was a chuckle from your sister before she also walked away from your new home amongst her clothing.
So began your boring life as a dress on a hanger. Each day your sister would slide her wardrobe door open, spilling light into your world, grab the clothing she wanted after a lot of mental decisions, and back and forth. Then she would slide the door shut and leave you in darkness once more. For the first couple of weeks, she would teasingly smirk at you when she saw you, even stroke her fingers on your soft, glossy fabric. However, she began to do that less and less as time passed, until she stopped paying attention to you at all. You listened when she had friends over, gossiping and hanging out. You listened as she borrowed the medallion from your mother from time to time, but even your mother never asked about you. In her mind, you were a dress until something happens to change that.
You lost track of how long you had been hanging in the wardrobe when the door was slid open one day, revealing your sister and two of her friends, Emily and Sophia, two very attractive girls that had been friends with Belle for years. You had heard them gossiping through the wardrobe door many times, but today they seemed excited.
They began to slide the clothing back and forth along the rails as they chatted, you heard a lot of "hmm, maybe" and "ooh that's cute" from them before Emily's hand grabbed your hanger and held you up.
"Oooh, this is the one!" She said with a grin and then puppy dog eyes towards your sister. Belle laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you can borrow that one for the party. It will look great on you. Hmm, don't remember when I got that" She said, muttering the last part, but you heard her words as they filled you with dread. Belle was either messing with you, or she had forgotten that you were this dress. Worst of all, she was lending you out to a friend who had no idea you were a person.
It wasn't long before the other two had picked their outfits for whatever party they were going to and you saw them strip down to their underwear, no secrets amongst friends. Emily soon slid you up her body and had Belle zip her up. You hugged at her torso in an elegant strapless bodice, while flowed loose at the skirt, looking amazing on her. You actually did like Emily a bit, but this was not how you planned to get closer to her.
Your mind was too panicked to really take in the party as the girls got there, everyone dressed rather nicely, lights and music playing loud and drinks were being shared around. As Emily danced, her body rubbed against your fabric making you mentally blush. The lights and sounds were dizzying, not to mention serving to drown out voices so you couldn't hear what was going on.
Eventually the party ended, Emily, Sophia and your sister stumbling out to a taxi to head back home, Emily giggling her head off as she smoothed out her dress, slumped in the back seat. With how she was giggling, she either had a really good time, or she knew you were the dress and this had been a way of pranking you. At least you had been worn, so now your sister had to turn you back!