“My teddy…it won’t come off,” Ginger said as she began to tug at the ruffled shoulder strap. She tried to get her nails under the strap, but it held tight to her shoulder. She kept clawing at it but she could not manage to get her fingers under the straps. She moved her hands to her bust line, but it was the same story. She could not get her fingers under it. “This is really creeping me out,” the once confident Ginger said in an increasingly nervous and scared voice.
Michelle and Heather were shocked. They did not know how to respond. They just kept watching a little confused. “How can your lingerie be stuck on you? It doesn’t make sense,” Heather said walking toward the girl and reaching for the shoulder strap. She tried to grab under it, but she could not get under the ruffles. It was very odd. “Dam it! It is stuck to your skin. How did this happen?” Heather took a step back and looked at her friend.
Ginger was now trying to reach her crotch, plucking with no success at the fabric covering her mound.
“That’s what I want to know,” Ginger half-moaned out. She was getting a little panicked as she tried desperately to get the lingerie off, but underneath the unyielding fabric her rubbing still managed to arouse her.
“That’s weird…the fabric doesn’t look sheer anymore,” Michelle commented. She was quiet and little stunned. Her voice was soft and meek as she stared at Ginger. She was wearing the same brand after all. Would this happen to her next?
Peering down at herself, Ginger could tell that Michelle was right. Her entire outfit has changed a little. It was now a solid pastel green, still with lace designs, but no longer sheer. Her frills were moving up her side and rustled as she nervously shifted her weight from one foot to another. Still aroused despite herself, her hard nipples poked insistently against her now opaque outfit.
The rustling sensation wasn't limited to her sides however. The fabric around her legs had begun to creep downwards, encasing her upper thighs in opaque green fabric, with quiet stitching sounds as more and more threads materialized.
The progress was slow it seemed, and after a minute or two of everyone staring, the new border of the material had only covered the tops of her thighs. A quick attempted pluck revealed that this fabric also refused to budge.
"Do you feel anything else?" Michelle asked, still a little nervous.
"No...not really." said Ginger, not quite honestly. In truth, there was a light buzzing along her outfit, like pent up static energy waiting to discharge. Her nipples too, refused to calm down, still rubbing against the fabric.
Michelle met her gaze, biting her lower lip cutely. She opened her mouth to say something when suddenly...