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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #1982124

Customers lose more than just money after visiting a shady antique store.

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Chapter #6

Wait until you get home

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Vanessa quickly stowed the bracelet away back in its bag. As tempting as it was to put it on right now, it just seemed pretty pointless. She still had a few errands to run, and she was wearing a coat to deal with the fairly chilly November weather. It’s not like anyone would be able to see it on her anyway.

The day went on and Vanessa finally returned home to the dorms. She lived in a fairly small place, but it was cozy, and best of all, she had it all to herself. After spending her entire freshman year sharing a room with a right bitch named Hillary, Vanessa was absolutely through with shacking up with random strangers. So for her second year of college, she went straight for a single room.

After hanging her jacket up in the closet, Vanessa stretched her arms out and yawned. Finally! All her work was over and she could now finally enjoy the weekend. Eyeing the paper bag, she smiled, knowing precisely how she was going to begin doing just that. She pulled her bracelet out, and for what had to be the umpteenth time that day, she took another close examination of it. Once again, she could find no fault with it.

“Even if this thing is fake, whoever made it was an absolute genius,” she said. She would probably have it looked at later just to see what it was really made of. But until then…

“Well, no point in putting it off anymore! Time to see how good it makes me look!”

So with that, Vanessa wrapped the band around her wrist, carefully clasped it so that it was secure, and…

What happened next, Vanessa couldn’t explain. It seemed that a white light suddenly flashed and engulfed her. She tried to look away, but it was all around, brilliant, bright, and blinding, as if she was in the middle of a supernova. And Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a gentle warmth permeate across her very being, as though two arms belonging to the kindest soul in the world had wrapped it up in a loving embrace. It was…it wasn’t really all that unpleasant, to be honest.

But just as fast as it began, it came to an abrupt end. The light was gone, the warmth had fizzled out. Vanessa now stood in her room, just as she left it…with all of her clothes reduced to a pile of rags at her feet.

“W-what the hell?” she yelped, jumping in the air in surprise. Looking down, she could see that she was naked, completely bare-assed naked. Everything she had worn was gone, even her shoes had been completely destroyed. Without thinking, she ran to her dresser to get something to wear. She grabbed a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. Normally, Vanessa was not one to neglect her underwear, but after the sudden weirdness that transpired, she knew she needed to get something on herself quick.

Vanessa wasted no time in putting the shirt on. But before it even reached her breasts, it fell to pieces. She was left holding only two tattered rags in her hands while the rest fell uselessly all around her.

“What’s going on?”

She tried the pants next. She pulled them over her bare legs, but just as they reach her thighs, she felt them suddenly grow limper and lighter. She looked on in horror as the waistband split apart and broke, as the denim rapidly frayed in a way that looked like it had aged by ten years in five seconds, and as the legs just tore away from the rest and fell to the floor. Soon enough, all that remained of Vanessa’s jeans was a pile of unusable rags.

“This isn’t happening!”

She pulled more clothes out of her drawers. Socks, dresses, bras, panties, shorts, more shirts, more pants. No matter what article of clothing it was, no matter how it looked, how old it was, whether it had been expensive or cheap, all of them tore themselves to pieces within seconds of slipping onto her skin.

“What’s happened to me?” she cried, turning to her full-length mirror. A young woman looked right back at her with frightened eyes, long black hair that stood out against her pale flesh, and bare C-cup breasts that jiggled from her sudden jolt. “I’m dreaming, I have to be dreaming. I got to wake up. I have to wake up!”

She raised a hand to pinch her cheek so that this nightmare would end. But nothing happened. This was no dream at all, no matter how unreal it was. But Vanessa did notice one thing she still had on. “The bracelet!” she exclaimed. It was still on her wrist, completely unaffected.

Two and two fit so close together. “This all started when I put you on,” she said to the thing with pure contempt. “That light I saw wasn’t imagined. You’re the one doing this to me!”

Furiously, Vanessa ripped the bracelet off her wrist and threw it into the wall. “You destroyed a bunch of my clothes, but this ends now!” Her spleen properly vented, Vanessa stomped back to her dresser to see if she could dress herself again. She first pulled out a bra, but then thought better of it.

“Better start with something small first,” she muttered, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She decided to settle on a pair of socks. If they broke apart like all the other clothes did, she wouldn’t miss them. Taking a seat on her chair, Vanessa closed her eyes, took a few more deep breaths, and un-bunched the socks.

“Here goes nothing,” she whispered, and with slow, measured movements, she wrapped the sock around her foot and pulled upwards.

Her toes more or less broke through the fabric and the rest of it disintegrated as well.

“Oh no,” she whispered as a sudden cold chill swept over her naked flesh.

She tried to put the other sock on. It had the exact same result. “No.”

Desperately, Vanessa grabbed the bra she had just pulled out and thrust her breasts straight into the cups. They all but split apart, the straps snapped to pieces, and the garment fell to the floor in pieces.

“NO!”

What happens next?

You have the following choices:

1. Vanessa stays in her room to figure out what to do.

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2. Somebody knocks on her door.

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