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Sara Phillips sat at her desk at the front of "Data Recollection" office. It was a computer company that truthfully aside from some basic Office software she had no idea how the company worked. But they needed a receptionist up to greet people and sign for things so here she was. Plus they paid well so things worked out for her.

"Hey Sara!" a cute FedEx delivery guy walked in.

"Hey Soren! Whatcha got for us?"

"Just an envelope. Feels like it'd be some flashdrives but I don't know nothin' about that!" he shrugged handing her his reader pad.

"No of course not, we on the lower ladder aren't supposed to know..." she winked as she signed the reader, "How's your day?"

"Ah can't complain." he smiled as his voice lowered, "It's forbidden! But otherwise kinda slow hope it picks up!"

She giggled, "Yeah it's kinda dead around her too. Hope you're right!"

"Absolutely. Well gotta run! See ya!"

"You bet! Have a great day!" Sara waved back.

She put the envelope in the IN tray and sat back down. Soren was right, economy was slow all over. She hoped things would pick up lest her job think she was an unnecessary burden...

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Jody Wilson sat and sighed. She had just pushed send and watched as the short video, pictures, and her latest blog posted on her site. She was a plus size Instagram model with 5 million followers. She loved the shimmery figure hugging dress she'd just blogged and modeled. Her photographer Jean Paul had just left.

While she loved her career managing to create a niche for large women, as of late she'd felt rather burnt out. Things had rather 'blah' lately and she couldn't understand why. She loved what she did no question but something dug at her.

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Heidi Leshner smiled to herself. She'd just had lunch with a very important client. An internet model she modeled leather and vinyl for a handsome fee She'd always felt sexy in leather or vinyl and her career grew from just a few innocent pictures of herself in a rubber cosplay dress. An agent for a company had spotted her. Initially she was doubtful of him, but the more she learned, the more it fit her lifestyle since she only had to model the clothes to their website. Eventually she was so successful she struck out on her own starting her own website, selling calendars, merchandise and photo books.

Her latest client was from a new leather/pleather company that had just started up. She strode quicker to get home as her latest outfit should be home soon. She couldn't wait!

***1 month earlier on the edge of town***

72 year old Hazel smiled at large purple leather bundle. Few if any at all knew the mystic power behind the color purple. Once a color for royalty, it was stumbled upon by an alchemist striving to create blue. The amazing color spread throughout the area worn only by the very wealthy. Because of the cost associated with creating it only the very rich could afford it. But the alchemist also discovered combined a mysterious flower with a sand agent the purple material contained magical properties. Although the color was revealed to the rich, its magical properties were not. And only the flower that gave the color purple mystic properties passed down to certain alchemists who had kept the secret.

She had the flower soaking in water but now had soaked the large leather piece in the mix. Now she picked it up and hung it up to dry. Now that the flower had merged with the purple leather, it had activated its mystic properties. She smiled at the mischief and things she had planned for it.

Suddenly she fell forward and slid against the wall and then to the floor. A hole in her aorta had torn and she dropped dead...

The following night a homeless vagrant peered in the dilapidated old house. Seeing the body in the semi darkness he immediately closed the door realizing she was dead. He visited Witch Hazel on occasion playing crib. Mourning the loss of his friend he finally decided what to do. Calling from a gas station he anonymously tipped the police about a dead body. He stole away in the night wanting nothing from the authorities worried something might come down on him. He knew what she practiced and he knew what she did worked on people and while all he did was discover the body he thought of a hundred different scenarios. Like what if she'd angered a fellow witch... maybe someone murdered her --being angry at a favor done/not done... or what if it was simply karma... He didn't know and since he was dealing with forces he did not understand, he simply did not want to know.

The next day after the police took the body into the morgue, the house was seized by the bank citing eminent domain building the new freeway. Wasting no time the insurance company gathered up the possessions and clothes turning them into the local Sally Ann. The large hunk of leather made the rounds in thrift stores, but once noone bought it. Finally a man from a new leather company walked by the window immediately he recognized the purple leather. He hurried in and examined the leather. It was practically brand new! He paid the paltry $20 for such a huge piece of leather. Several pieces of clothes could be made from this! However as a designer he knew this color could be only one thing. Like Micheal Angelo seeing David within the block of marble, he saw several below-the-knees-length leather skirt out of this huge bundle. He had an eye for clothes...

***Today***

Heading home Sara had swung by the mall being Friday she liked to window shop after a long week. Walking around one of her favorite places was "Leather Fantasy", where there was all kinds of exotic leather garments. Immediately her eyes feel on a stylish knee length purple leather skirt. She gasped when she saw the price tag. 'OMG! No way this is real! I HAVE to get this!' she thought, grabbing it and headed over to the change room. As she pulled off her slacks staring at the mirror Sara felt a little self conscious looking at her bare legs. The skirt held up as she measured the length in front of her, then she unzipped it and pulled it on. Oooh, I like the feel of material on my legs, she thought. It tingles, I wonder what that's about... but it fit very nicely and rather smoothly. Shaking her hips it felt like a second skin! She walked stretching her legs and the skirt moved very magnetically hardly restricting legs. That's it --I'm buying this! Sara removed it and quickly headed to the cashier.

At home she had to try it on again so she tried a flowered blouse to match with the skirt. Feeling wonderful Sara rubbed the leather as she modeled herself in the mirror. Again, she felt the tingle in her legs, in fact energy shimmered from the partial seen portion of her legs. "Wow" she thought "There feels more to this skirt then just appearance..." She got up and smiled at the mirror walked into the living room then laid back in front of the television not noticing that her feet and legs had faded from sight.

As the cable TV washed over her she fell asleep still unaware nothing appeared below the skirt, even when she got up groggily and went to bed. As she removed her clothes, she looked at the mirror. Wait that can't be right... her reflection had faded to the point where she didn't appear to have any legs. Must be a crazy dream she thought as she pulled her night shirt on. It fell just past her waist as nothing was seen. As she floated into the bathroom she smiled at herself in the mirror.

"Woooo!" she stepped back and forth and her reflection floated by the sink. "This is a pretty trippy dream!" she thought as she pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. Seeing the floating panties over her unseen knees she shook her head smiling. Getting up she yawned as her mirror image floated back into her bed, the duvets lifted up then down and then she drifted off dreaming of invisible women.

Back in her condo Jody Wilson stared at the package in front of her on the table. Hmmmm... She still felt kinda blah for no apparent reason. Well she did promise to try out the new leather skirt. It was a new company while she never heard of them she knew one of the guys who started the company so she promised to use her social media influence. Alright let's give a look she thought as she tore open the bag. Wow! That's definitely eye catching, she thought looking at the purple leather. Unfolding the garment, she looked at it and the purple color really jumped out at her. Okay I have to try this on! she thought.

Jody pulled off her sweat pants and tossed them aside. She unzipped the skirt stepped in and pulled it on. It certainly felt good and stretched over her legs very nice form fitting. It didn't feel as restrictive as most skirts usually do. Huh? What's that? Her legs felt tingly... and a surge of energy suddenly circulated on the surface. She bent over and felt her legs below the skirt. As she rubbed her leg, energy shimmered off it. Puzzled she held her hand up seeing white energy spinning and circulating around the surface of her hand. As she'd bent down at the knees she looked into the mirror and gasped. Her legs were gone! She just saw an empty skirt... Squinting in the semi darkness of the inner skirt, she saw her panties. Jumping back with a start she flattened on the floor and stared. No legs could be seen below the hem of her skirt. Wiggling her toes, she could feel them but couldn't see anything.

Now she looked at both her hands in disbelief. They shimmered with the same ethereal energy and looking in the mirror she noticed her hands and face now appeared transparent...

Heidi Leshner carried her new leather clothes into the bathroom. She smiled at black leather top. Nothing made feel more sexy then she pulled on leather. It was form fitted to a female body as she positioned her boobs to fit into the leather bust cutouts. As she undid the zipper, the skirt even felt strange yet tingly in a good way. 'Wow' she thought and moved into the long tight skirt, the material stretched and pulled. Sitting down she then pulled up some knee high leather boots and zipped them up. Standing up she looked at the mirror and pulled her long hair back and fluffed it. Putting on her glasses she walked outside in the park.

"Nice work Heidi! Damn you look good! Okay now stand there like you're disgusted! Good Good! Now remember you have a new purse! Excellent! Now flip your hair! Hold your hands out and..." the photographer gasped.

Heidi held out her hands only to inhale sharply. The leather sleeves held out as she shook her head to see empty sleeves. Empty black leather handless sleeves...

Sara Phillips woke on a Saturday morning from her slumber when she suddenly remembered her strange dream. A dream in which she was slowly turning invisible! Shaking her head at the memory she laughed. Damn, I wish that was real... be a pretty cool thing to do, to have an ability to turn invisible at will. After some recollection she thought hard on her reverie. It seemed so REAL! She could picture her floating nightshirt as easily as if it had actually happened last night. She walked into the bathroom and looked again in the mirror. Nothing weird. Nothing strange to see. She saw herself in her nightshirt. She was completely visible nothing out of the ordinary. Did that really happen? What was it?

The previous day's events ran through her head. What was different yesterday? Oh yes, her new purple leather skirt! Suddenly she remembered the shimmery feeling she got from when she put the skirt on in the store. So why did that happen? In fact she came home tried the skirt on, walked around modeling then sat down and binged on 'Stranger Things' and passed out. She'd gotten up and remembered pulling off her clothes and changing into her nightshirt. Yes... but it felt SO REAL! She turned to the purple skirt laying on the chair. What else could it be?

Sara immediately threw off her nightshirt, grabbed a long sleeve tee and the skirt. Sitting down on the bed she pulled the t-shirt on. Holding up the skirt she gazed at it then unzipped and pulled it on. She zipped it up and turned to stare at the mirror on the door. After a couple minutes she shook her head shrugging her shoulders, wondering if it she'd imagined it. Maybe it WAS just a dream. She sighed. It WOULD be cool to become invisible at will. Suddenly then she felt it. Her legs tingled as she felt energy reverberate over her legs and she rubbed the purple leather. Her breath drew in sharply as her image in the mirror suddenly had no legs. The skirt appeared to float in the air. She crossed her arms, and shook her hips. The skirt hovered in mid-air, Sara watched incredulously trying to soak in the image of her floating body and skirt.

"I don't have any legs!" she giggled, "Oh my God! No legs!"

She walked back and forth then stood in place. Shaking her hips, the skirt tilted from side to side in mid-air. Hands on her hips and her face still visible. Yet her image looked surreal, almost ghostly.

"This is fun! I can't believe this!" Sara continued to giggle when she noticed her hands began to flicker with energy. Then they began to fade. She looked at them incredulously as she saw the mirror through them. Now just the outline of her hands remained. Her hands now faded out completely.

She squealed with glee looking at the empty sleeves! Waving them around she shook her head at the empty cylinders her arms had become. Now she looked at the reflection and sighed heavily. Her head remained visible. Patting her face, she could actually see gentle hand-prints on her cheeks. Pressing harder she could see her palms and then fingers.

Sara's face then started to glow irridescient as white energy radiated from it. Then her hair and her face faded into transparency. Her eyes widened as her face had now become crystal clear. So clear in fact she could see the wall of her bedroom in the mirror just as the outlines of her face disappeared.

"Oh.. my... GOD! I'm really gone! All gone!" Sara giggled.

Her sleeves waved outwards then held closely as her unseen hands cupped her face as she squealed. Her headless blouse and hollow skirt floated in space. She walked around the room her eyes glued to the mirror seeing the empty garments as they drifted around the room. She walked up to the mirror and then bent down on her knees. Her skirt now appeared to be like a bell as she gaped at the silk slip sewn inside. Staring harder she could even discern her white underwear further deep within the skirt.

"I just don't know what to say..." Sara continued to giggle at the odd image her empty clothes displayed.

"Now what could I DO with this power..." she thought as hundreds of possibilities raced through her head.

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Jody Wilson stood in front of her mirror and just gaped incredulously. A purple leather skirt and white t-shirt floated in front of her bedroom door mirror. She'd been invisible for about 20 minutes and had walked around her apartment. Finally she removed her tee blouse the arms grabbed the waist then up and rolled over her unseen head. The tee balled up and tossed aside. Her buxom bra hovered over the skirt and bobbed and weaved in the air above the empty waist as she moved her body in girlish glee.

The snap undid and the zipper pulled down as the skirt loosened. Edges of the waist pulled out then the garment moved around. She giggled at the sight, but the skirt had quickly loosened and the leather sheath pulled down. Her bra and large underwear now floated in air.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" Jody walked around delighted at the sight of her underwear as it wafted magically around the room. She stared at the height of herself now. Though her head was positioned higher, visibly she appeared to be only as tall as the bra straps.

'I wonder how long this lasts?' she thought.

So she experimented throughout the night and it became clear she had approximately 60 minutes after removing the purple skirt. After reappearing she quickly tried the skirt on again and she faded faster from view it seemed. A third try and she disappeared almost instantly as if being 'recharged'.

Now her pyjamas sat at her table as she stared through her glasses and had a big invisible smile on her face. Her boyfriend was coming over the following evening and she knew what she was going to do...

Bob Steinke knocked on his girlfriend's ritzy condo. He'd been Jody's boyfriend for years when she was poor and throughout her rising fame as an internet star for plus size models.

"Come on in!"

"Hey honey! How are you doing?" he walked in with some roses in hand.

"You've gotta see this new skirt I just got!" her voice echoed from the bedroom.

"Cool! Let's see!" he turned to the bedroom door.

Jody smiled at the mirror eyeing her feet with nothing on, straightened her glasses and then walked out.

"Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!", Bob gaped at the sight in front of him. "That is an amazing skirt! Purple is REALLY your color hon!"

"Isn't it though?" clad in a tee, Jody waved her arms down over the skirt. "I loved it instantly! I'm hanging onto this skirt! It's awesome!"

"It's definitely eye-catching!"

"Okay well let's order pizza and fire up Netflix!" Jody motioned to the couch.

"You got it!" Bob called a local pizza joint and then turned to his girlfriend. She was reaching into the cupboard Strange, he thought, her legs look weird. Kind of like they were fading... Into transparency..? The lower cupboards visible? No that can't be it, he thought and rubbed his eyes. Now her legs were gone! But that can't be it... So he walked away into the living room, sat down, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are you okay hon?" Jody walked in from the kitchen as plates floated in front of her.

"Yaaaah! What happened to you??" he climbed backwards on the sofa.

"What do you mean?"

The apparition that was formerly his girlfriend stood in front of him as his eyes bugged out. He stared hard at the t-shirt with floating glasses, his bones chilled at the vacant skirt, then his eyes followed back up the leather again to the two plates hovering in the air near her waist, as the empty elbow length tee sleeves seemingly aimed at the plates.

"I really don't know what you're talking about..."

"D-don't... don't you see yourself?"

Enjoying his terror Jody half shrugged, "I see myself just fine Bob! What do you mean?"

"No SERIOUSLY honey! There's something wrong with you! I can't SEE you! I can see your purple skirt and tee but..." Bob backed further still on the sofa.

"I just... I'm just fine as much I can tell." her empty clothes leaned forward as the plates landed on the coffee table. The clothes stood up and the sleeves held out as the glasses turned down, then turned left then right as if being examined.

"No no... I see my arms." The t-shirt leaned forward. The floating skirt moved in place as the waist moved and hips gyrated as her pronounced leather wrapped bum rotated and moved side to side.

"Whaaaaa..." Bob stood up and hesitantly stepped towards her. "What is WRONG with you?"

Jody's tee shirt shook as she shook her transparent head and her glasses tilted it to the side. "Baby... are YOU okay?"

Standing right beside her he examined her very close. Incredulously he couldn't believe the sight in front of him. He bent to one knee and gently felt up and down her skirt. Like buttery, smooth, soft leather as he slid up and down the outside her leather clad leg. Just nothing below the skirt it seemed. Feeling the skirt hem, the inner silk slip he slowly ran his fingers along it until he felt a leg and gasped.

"It's still there!"

Suddenly the tee shirt and skirt bent forward laughing. The glasses shaking back and forth from laughing... "I'm-- I'm SORRY! Baby! I HAD TO!!"

Bob raised one eyebrow. "Honey? Is there something you're not telling me?"

After a minute of laughing, Invisible Jody stood up and explained.

"Bob I don't know what's behind this, but the skirt makes me invisible for as long as I wear it. And if I remove it I'll fade back --THANK GOD-- after an hour. I've already timed it out."

Flabbergasted Bob knelt there but now stood up more curious.

"That's AMAZING!" he reached out gently and found her arm at the end of the elbow length tee. He moved his hand up and found her hand. He held her hand then looked at his hand as it held hers. His palm looked empty yet he could feel it, looking lower he saw the empty sleeve as it followed the trajectory of his palm. Letting go he laid down.

"Honey? May I uh, look up?"

Jody giggled as her glasses hovered in his direction downq. "Sure Baby!"

Bob felt out gently as he found her legs. Feeling, he slid up and positioned his head directly below her skirt. He couldn't believe his especially at the angle he stared up. Her skirt wafted slightly but held in the air above him. From his angle the skirt appeared to be a dark empty tube. Squinting his eyes he could even see her underwear from deep within the dark area of the skirt yet he could see light past the waist up into the t-shirt and even right through her ample bra outlined by the t-shirt right past the collar and even her floating glasses.

"This looks like a lot of fun Honey!" Bob laughed.

"It is trust me Baby!"

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Heidi Leshner gasped. She looked at the end of her sleeves. She had no hands!

"Uh Hei... Can you see your hands?" Johann her photographer moved his camera down.

"Nein!"

"Oh good! I was afraid it was just me!"

"What is going on?" Heidi's hair lifted up and gently pulled outwards at the end of two empty sleeves.

Her hair fell to the leather top as she gaped at her sleeves. Moving the rounded ends towards each other they stopped a few inches of each other. Light claps echoed as the ends moved.

"Well my hands appear to be here!" Heidi spoke up after a long silence. "You I just can't see them!"

"Um..." her photographer's face became ashen, "That's not all!"

"What?"

Johann took a picture then turned the camera backwards so Heidi could see. She gasped. Her black leather bustier top with long sleeves had no hands, but also no head as her sunglasses floated in the air above an empty collar.

"Am I completely gone?"

"You'll have to see for yourself..." Johann shrugged perplexed.

They were shooting in an open park however it appeared to be mostly deserted this afternoon. In the beachroom change rooms of the park Heidi had changed into the long purple skirt and black top but she had other outfits she was going to model. But now? How to model something when you're invisible?

Heidi gasped at the image of unseen self and turned around looking down. Her sleeve reached back and inserted two unseen fingers into the back slit of the skirt. She drew in her breath as Johann eyes grew wider if possible under circumstances. The hem pulled back revealing the inside of the skirt. It was empty save for two knee length zip up black leather boots.

"Nein! Mein Gott!" Heidi shook her head in disbelief.

Suddenly she sat down on a stairway and immediately pulled her skirt up practically mid-thigh. Again no legs could be seen except her boots which wiggled shakily. Heidi was more and more disturbed at the sight of lacking of herself.

"Was mache ich?" Heidi questioned Johann.

"I don't know... Maybe you want to see if you're completely gone?"

"In ordung... Alright." she drew in oxygen quickly. She stood up.

Heidi looked around. For a Sunday afternoon it was surprisingly deserted, something they worried about usually during a photo shoot on public land. Her sleeves pulled at the leather top then it slowyly lifted up and over her transparent head.

A black leather bra floated in air above the empty skirt. The leather tossed aside. The skirt zipper pulled down slowly all the way as she didn't want the zipper damaged which hadn't happened often yet enough for her to be careful. The skirt now loosened and fell forward slightly but held in air. Now a leather thong moved out as one long leather boot lifted up then the other followed suit. The skirt lifted into the air then Johann grabbed it like the top.

A black leather bra and thong remained suspended in air as a large pair of sunglasses hovered a foot above the bra.

"Okay well I guess that answers that." Johann smiled hesitantly.

"This is very freaky!" Heidi pointed out. "How did this happen I wonder?"

Johann thought for several minutes dumbfounded but could not find an explanation for his friends current state of being.

"The skirt!" Heidi intuited, " I felt my legs shimmering with some sort of energy just as I put it on. It's as if the slip or material came rubbing energy right on my legs! That's the only thing that's changed lately..."

"Yeah you've used that top and boots before!"

"Ja! I hope this isn't permanent!"

"Somehow I don't get that feeling..." Johann replied.

He was right, an hour later she returned to visibility. Experimentation confirmed repeated times sped the invisibility up.

Hours later as the sun began to set Heidi had become enthralled with modeling her new leather clothes invisibly. First she put the soft purple leather skirt on for about 20 minutes modeling different tops. Then she would change into other mini skirts, leather pants, or pencil skirts.

Traffic increased to her site as she began to take the moniker "unsichtbares modell" or invisible model. When asked Johann would simply say he photo shopped her out of the pictures.

So while excited about her career being boosted, Heidi still couldn't help but wonder if there was something more she could do with her newfound power...

Sara Philips stood in front of the mirror and giggled. There was her clothes hovering in mid-air. Her face was completely transparent and she could hardly contain her joy. She could become invisible by putting on her new soft purple leather skirt and within several minutes her legs would fade out, followed by her hands and lastly her head. With experimentation she discovered after reappearing she could indeed disappear much faster by putting the skirt on when she reappeared. The third time she put the skirt back on after reappearing she disappeared almost instantly. She realized time had a little bit to do with the magic effect. Yet there was too much fun she had playing invisibly.

In the time she tested it wearing off she'd discovered like the others, in taking off the skirt she would remain invisible for 60 full minutes. Problem was she really REALLY loved her new skirt and wanted to show it off. But how to overcome the obvious...

Sara sat at her desk and smiled as she looked down at her new purple skirt. It looked so good on her body she still couldn't believe it. She'd always felt she was rather skinny but the leather even gave her a bit of a bum it looked like from the mirror.

"SARA!"

Her thoughts were interrupted by her boss.

"Where'd that package take off to! The one set for Montreal!"

She sighed. "You came out and restickered it for Ottawa remember?"

"WHAT THE HELL? IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO GO THERE!"

"You did it..." she shrugged helpless.

"NO I DIDN'T! I TOLD YOU TO RESTICKER IT! BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO FOR MONTREAL LIKE IT WAS ORIGINALLY!"

"I don't know what to say boss..."

"YOU KNEW THOSE FLASHDRIVES WERE HEADED TO MONTREAL DIDN'T YOU?"

"Well yeah but..." she meekly replied.

"BUT NOTHING! THIS BUSINESS BARELY KEEPS AFLOAT AND WE CAN'T HAVE COSTLY SCREW UPS LIKE THAT! I'D LIKE TO CUT SOME DEAD WOOD THAT'S FLOATING AROUND HERE..." Jack Saunders raced back into his office slamming the door behind him.

Stunned Sara sat there. Jack wasn't much older then her and working for him felt much like working for family. Which was why it hurt when he had shouted at him. She hasn't really done anything except exactly what he had told her to do. Her eyes narrowed as her mouth frowned. She knew what she was going to do.

"Have you tracked down that package yet?"

"No sir, not sure but it looks like it had already shipped out to Ottawa."

"Dammit! Okay keep looking and get back to me please and thank you..."

"Yes sir! Have a good day."

"I will when you find that package and get it going on a correct course!" he slammed the receiver down.

"Jack Saunders..." a voice intoned.

"What... Who's calling, I haven't-- g-g gulp!" he looked up from his desk to a scary sight indeed.

A purple leather skirt and brown leather women's jacket stood in his door.

His mouth opened but no sound came out save for a squeak of air...

"You know why I'm here! I am here to talk to you... because I am you." the voice sounded ALMOST like him. (Sara smiled at her hidden ability to mimic voices)

"M-me? What? I... I can't be..." Jack leaned back in his chair.

"I am your anima."

"--Wait You're an enema?"

"NO! LISTEN UP! I am your anima. I am the unconscious feminine side of your self Jack Saunders. I am everything you conceive to be a woman and all that is feminine within you. And I've come to talk to you PERSONALLY!" she stepped lightly so the skirt and jacket glided across the office... He sank into his chair.

"YOU ARE DISRESPECTING WOMEN AND NOW I'VE COME FOR YOU!" the clothes stood in front of his desk, "What did you do to your poor receptionist?"

"She.. she screwed up and sent my work off... off to the wrong place..." he cowered.

"NO! She did not! She only did what YOU told her to do!" a sleeve motioned to the front.

"W-well... w-w-w..."

"ACCEPT YOUR FAULTS! NOT HERS!" the jacket leaned forward as Jack jumped in place and stared right down an empty neckhole.

"I... I... I-I... I..."

Suddenly the jacket and skirt moved around the desk and the moved right up to him.

"Who's fault is it?"

"Well she filed it..."

"WHO'S FAULT IS IT?"

"... hers..." Jack cowered.

"IT'S YOURS! ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY!" the jacket reached right over and slapped him twice!

"Owww..."

"WHO'S FAULT IS IT?"

"M... mine."

"WHO?"

"Mine."

"You are going to listen to women more now aren't you? Because I don't want to have to come back to you again."

"No. I'll listen stronger now. I suppose."

"You SUPPOSE?" the clothes moved around the front of the desk.

"I... I WILL!" Jack sat up.

"I am here to help you." his own voice intoned from the clothes, "You cannot get anywhere in this world if you continue on the way you have been and that's why I stepped forward today. I am no woman, and I am every woman you have ever met..."

Jack sat there not knowing what to do with the apparition in front of him. He stared at the empty sleeves then craned his head sideways through the desk to see the skirt floating. Shaking his head he tried to grasp the reality of the situation.

"I would like to leave you with this..." the clothes leaned forward and the sleeves held out on both sides of his head. He gasped as he felt hands on each side of his head yet his eyes saw only empty leather sleeves. His eyes followed the neck, then studied the inside of the dark hole and his spine tingled at the inner dark recesses of the brown leather jacket.

"I am you. I am here to build you into a better person, your mother knows and she's turning in her grave and summoned me forth. You know yourself you should be behaving better to women, everywhere. Sara is just the start of better things for you..."

His head pulled forward by some unseen force as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Suddenly he felt a kiss on his forehead and a voice whispered 'You're better then this!' Invisible Sara then let him go as he fell back in his chair and fainted.

"That's better. You are on your way to becoming a better person." the jacket crossed arms with a "Hmph!"

Looking at his limp body Sara laughed quietly to herself as she quickly exited walked into the bathroom around the corner. The door closed as the skirt pulled and moved then unzipped and it loosened. Falling down, the jacket then pulled off and placed on the counter.

Panties suddenly lifted from a pile of clothes on the counter and lowered to the floor then moved back up to the shape of a woman's waist. Suddenly a silk slip moved off the counter and pulled up, followed by a second slip. A bra lifted up then wrapped around an unseen body, followed then by a dress t-shirt. The brown leather jacket pulled on, the arms reached down to the skirt and it raised up and pulled over around the slips..

Suddenly Sara faded back into view almost instantly. The sight amazed her. The night before, through trial and error she'd figured out by putting a slip on underneath the skirt, it seemed to 'block' the power of the skirt. The energy from the skirt was indeed very powerful and she'd found that TWO slips were needed. One on its own wasn't enough. She would stay in view but her face and skin would be transparent giving her a 'ghostly' appearance. Strange how she'd figured this out and had now given her power an 'on/off' switch.

She came back into the office and returnd to her desk, but not before peering in at her boss. He was still passed out in his big oversize chair she'd seen. So best to just return to her duties. Later on Jack, her boss walked out of his office apparently dazed and confused. But he walked up rather humbled and apologized to her saying that what had happened with the package was just a mix-up and he didn't want her to feel bad over everything and smoothed things out.

Fantastic, she thought. He wasn't a terrible guy at all, just careless at times towards women. He needed a kick in the pants --she smiled at her ability to mimic voices, she could do almost all the Looney Tunes characters and even regular people she knew & in the office she'd walked with tiny steps so the skirt gave the impression it was floating-- but now after everything was said and done it was okay now.

Sara sat back in her chair and sighed. Soren suddenly walked in with another package.

"Hey Soren!"

"Hey Sara. How's things? Say what's up with your feet?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, did you take your feet out of your shoes? Your shoes are just sitting there by themselves."

Sara gulped and turned slightly to look at her feet. They were invisible below her skirt!

"Um, I just pulled them out and they're pushed against the front." she slid forward slightly and her knees tapped the desk giving the impression her feet were tapping the desk front.

"Um, uhh wow that looks weird! Like your feet were invisible!" Soren smiled as he held out his reader.

"Yeah... heh heh heh." Sara's smile faltered as she hoped only her feet were gone.

"Look um... I've always wanted to say... I'd like to get together sometime uh, here's my number. Call me maybe?" Soren hastly slid a card with his number on the desk as she'd signed his reader, then he quickly walked off. Sara was stunned, she couldn't believe it.

As she walked into her apartment her phone beeped. Sara tapped her phone to see she'd gotten an email from "Fetish Fantasy".

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Jody Wilson couldn't believe it as she stood there. Her boyfriend Bob Steinke lay right underneath her staring up. She tilted her head down and her eyes caught the image of Bob looking up at her... "through" HER! Her body was apparently hollowed out and she looked down through her body seeing her bra pressed against her blouse and lower then that her large whote granny panties moved with the purple leather skirt as it flexed with her legs.

"This is just trippy honey!" Bob gaped up at the floating empty clothes that answered him back.

"I know baby! It's obviously the skirt, but how?"

"Hm well hon, purple is considered a special color, I know at one time it was only royalty that could wear it because it was a hard color to make. Gotta be the purple leather."

"Wow! Really?"

"Yes. That's why you see royal robes that are purple. It had to do with alchemists using much expensive herbs to make the color."

"Ohhh..." Jody's blouse shook as her unseen head nodded.

"I can't believe I'm looking right though you honey! I don't see any part of you! All I see is the outlines of the clothes that outline your body!"

Bob laid there on the floor still aghast at the sight in front of him. His mind initially was supremely creeped out as his eyes drank in the sight in front of him. He lay underneath the purple skirt which hovered over him almost sentient. The blouse moved and twisted as his mind worked to fill in the blank space in the neck as her sleeves moved around the waist, where her wrists and hands would be. Bob was staggered at the sight as he pulled back, and then stood up looking at the apparition of clothes suspended in mid air in front of him.

Suddenly she hugged him tight. Caught off guard perhaps because she'd read his face, he paused then held her back. As he slowly smiled he suddenly realized his senses told him, that it was indeed his girlfriend in front of him. And his internal urges took him aback and 'told' him how intoxicating her presence immediately now was. While his eyes told him no head was on his chest yet his chest felt the warm round shape as did his arms wrapped around her body yet his eye caught no head or even body within her clothes that pressed up against him.

Bob's eyes grew wide and he held her tightly, then suddenly he scooped her up and raced into the bedroom to Jody's giggles.

Inside the bedroom he cast the blouse and skirt onto the bed as Jody's voice echoed from them.

"OH BOB!"

Aroused to the max he disrobed stripping of his shirt and pulling his shorts and underwear down he dove on the bed. Jody howled in joy at him landing beside her, and then she rolled on top. Bob stared in amazement as the skirt then pulled tight as two knees placed themselves on each side of his legs. The purple leather fully pulled up to the luscent waist as the sleeves pointed at the edge of the skirt hem pulling up. The blouse then fell forward coming down on his body as he found himself purchase within her womanhood.

Both sighed in ecstasy as they rolled over intimately inside each other. The duvet pulled over the entire bed as deep breathing and gasping filled the room.

Bob woke up briefly and sighed feeling incredible. He turned over and gasped. An empty purple skirt lay beside him as a filled out plus sized bra lay beside him. Yet he actually became more aroused at the sight. He reached over but was taken aback feeling an arm on his own. The bra suddenly pulled up and then floated over him. As he felt two feet stood on each side in the mattress, the skirt then pulled up again near the bra. It then moved down quickly and she giggled as she moved down and planted on his ready manliness.

"Goddam honey..." Bob breathed as the bra leaned forward as fleshy mounds pressed in towards him.

Later a denim wrap skirt walked out of the bedroom and drifted up to the counter. The blouse sleeves reached down to her phone.

"Oh I got an email. Holy cow! It's from the website "Fetish Fantasy"

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Heidi Leshner stood in the middle of the downtown park with her photographer Johann. It was a occasionally deserted park where she modeled her leather clothes. She walked into her change tent and put on her magic purple skirt. She loved modeling invisibly! In fact she couldn't wait to disappear right now. She already felt her legs shimmering with the energy. She giggled.

"Ohhh I can't WAIT to disappear! Can already feel it..." Heidi held up her arms. Her hands were fading into translucency. Holding them up she saw clearly right them. Then the outlines of her hands and wrists began fading.

Minutes later she had faded out completely. Heidi's empty leather bra hovered over the skirt as she reached over and a long leather dress pulled over the purple skirt. Zip-up knee length boots lifted over and then placed on the ground. As the seated skirt hem lifted the boot moved over and then pulled on. The zipper magically zipped up. The other boot moved over and also pulled on. Just as it began to zip an alarm rang out across the street.

"Help! The Bank's being robbed!" a scream rang out.

Swiftly Heidi removed her boots. The dress stood up and unsnapped all the way down. The leather bra unfastened and dropped. The zipper pulled down as the skirt deflated as it pulled down. Heidi's voice came from nowhere.

"I'll be right back Johann!"

Feet padded on the cement as Heidi ran towards the bank. The door opened slightly, then followed by the inside door.

"What was that?" a masked man turned to the door.

"Just the wind, never mind bro FOCUS!"

"Okay, I don't see anyone so yeah..."

Heidi looked around. Several people lay down sprawled on the floor as two masked men stood there. One watched the people on the floor and the other walked from teller to teller holding a bag. The tellers each emptied their drawers into the bag. She thought quickly about what to do. Being invisible she realized stealth was probably best, so she figured outside was probably best. Then she had an idea as the thief waved to his partner and motioned to the door.

Heidi held open the inside door and exhaled sharply.

"Hey the door blew open again!"

"Let's go!" they both raced to the door.

Heidi then reached over to the outside and sighed a loud exhale again. As they ran towards her, she stuck a leg out tripping the first thief and she pushed hard on his back. He tumbled forward and smacked his head into the door.

"Hey you alright? HEY!" the second thief turned to his fallen friend.. He bent over and shook him but his friend was out cold.

"Alright fuck it!" thief #2 ran out and suddenly tripped himself. The bag flew out of his arms and slid further down the sidewalk.

As he scrambled to get up suddenly the bag lifted up and began floating down the sidewalk. People screamed at the sight of a levitating bag moving down the street. Thief #2 got up and raced after it. Puzzled he stared hard at the bag as it wafted in the air in front of him.

"You want this money? You gotta EARN IT!" a voice spoke out of nowhere.

Heidi grinned as she held the bag over her shoulder as she ran. Seeing a cop, she knew what to do.

Joe Johnson had been busted down to beat cop on the street a week ago. He'd refused to follow the 'internal quota' of making 'x' number of tickets. He felt the police image was more important. His superiors disagreed and pushed him onto a street walk.

As he whistled and waved at the occasional person suddenly he stared at a bag of money that floated into his arms.

"What the hell?"

Suddenly a masked man sprinting towards him suddenly screeched to a halt. A voice from nowhere whispered to him.

"That's the guy!"

As the thief tried to turn around suddenly he spun around and then fell down.

Sgt. Joe Johnson shouldered the bag of money and dug out his cuffs.

"Alright you're coming with me!"

Sgt. Joe cuffed the man and picked him up to cheers from the crowd...

"That was AMAZING Heidi! You even made a hero out of that cop! I know Joe he's a nice guy! He got a hard break recently! Well done!"

"Oh it's nothing! It literally just fell into place!"

"Well that was awesome! You rock! Where'd that skirt come from?"

"I don't know, let's look into it then, I believe we should check that new distributor..."

Heidi and Johann now worked on the computer. They traced where the leather came from and found that only three skirts were made from the material. Through her influence Heidi found out who else owned the magic skirts. Her excitement rose at the thought of finding other women with that power....

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When I find a way to upload the story I will!

Sara Phillips sat at her desk at the front of "Data Recollection" office. It was a computer company that truthfully aside from some basic Office software she had no idea how the company worked. But they needed a receptionist up to greet people and sign for things so here she was. Plus they paid well so things worked out for her.

"Hey Sara!" a cute FedEx delivery guy walked in.

"Hey Soren! Whatcha got for us?"

"Just an envelope. Feels like it'd be some flashdrives but I don't know nothin' about that!" he shrugged handing her his reader pad.

"No of course not, we on the lower ladder aren't supposed to know..." she winked as she signed the reader, "How's your day?"

"Ah can't complain." he smiled as his voice lowered, "It's forbidden! But otherwise kinda slow hope it picks up!"

She giggled, "Yeah it's kinda dead around her too. Hope you're right!"

"Absolutely. Well gotta run! See ya!"

"You bet! Have a great day!" Sara waved back.

She put the envelope in the IN tray and sat back down. Soren was right, economy was slow all over. She hoped things would pick up lest her job think she was an unnecessary burden...

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Jody Wilson sat and sighed. She had just pushed send and watched as the short video, pictures, and her latest blog posted on her site. She was a plus size Instagram model with 5 million followers. She loved the shimmery figure hugging dress she'd just blogged and modeled. Her photographer Jean Paul had just left.

While she loved her career managing to create a niche for large women, as of late she'd felt rather burnt out. Things had rather 'blah' lately and she couldn't understand why. She loved what she did no question but something dug at her.

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Heidi Leshner smiled to herself. She'd just had lunch with a very important client. An internet model she modeled leather and vinyl for a handsome fee She'd always felt sexy in leather or vinyl and her career grew from just a few innocent pictures of herself in a rubber cosplay dress. An agent for a company had spotted her. Initially she was doubtful of him, but the more she learned, the more it fit her lifestyle since she only had to model the clothes to their website. Eventually she was so successful she struck out on her own starting her own website, selling calendars, merchandise and photo books.

Her latest client was from a new leather/pleather company that had just started up. She strode quicker to get home as her latest outfit should be home soon. She couldn't wait!

***1 month earlier on the edge of town***

72 year old Hazel smiled at large purple leather bundle. Few if any at all knew the mystic power behind the color purple. Once a color for royalty, it was stumbled upon by an alchemist striving to create blue. The amazing color spread throughout the area worn only by the very wealthy. Because of the cost associated with creating it only the very rich could afford it. But the alchemist also discovered combined a mysterious flower with a sand agent the purple material contained magical properties. Although the color was revealed to the rich, its magical properties were not. And only the flower that gave the color purple mystic properties passed down to certain alchemists who had kept the secret.

She had the flower soaking in water but now had soaked the large leather piece in the mix. Now she picked it up and hung it up to dry. Now that the flower had merged with the purple leather, it had activated its mystic properties. She smiled at the mischief and things she had planned for it.

Suddenly she fell forward and slid against the wall and then to the floor. A hole in her aorta had torn and she dropped dead...

The following night a homeless vagrant peered in the dilapidated old house. Seeing the body in the semi darkness he immediately closed the door realizing she was dead. He visited Witch Hazel on occasion playing crib. Mourning the loss of his friend he finally decided what to do. Calling from a gas station he anonymously tipped the police about a dead body. He stole away in the night wanting nothing from the authorities worried something might come down on him. He knew what she practiced and he knew what she did worked on people and while all he did was discover the body he thought of a hundred different scenarios. Like what if she'd angered a fellow witch... maybe someone murdered her --being angry at a favor done/not done... or what if it was simply karma... He didn't know and since he was dealing with forces he did not understand, he simply did not want to know.

The next day after the police took the body into the morgue, the house was seized by the bank citing eminent domain building the new freeway. Wasting no time the insurance company gathered up the possessions and clothes turning them into the local Sally Ann. The large hunk of leather made the rounds in thrift stores, but once noone bought it. Finally a man from a new leather company walked by the window immediately he recognized the purple leather. He hurried in and examined the leather. It was practically brand new! He paid the paltry $20 for such a huge piece of leather. Several pieces of clothes could be made from this! However as a designer he knew this color could be only one thing. Like Micheal Angelo seeing David within the block of marble, he saw several below-the-knees-length leather skirt out of this huge bundle. He had an eye for clothes...

***Today***

Heading home Sara had swung by the mall being Friday she liked to window shop after a long week. Walking around one of her favorite places was "Leather Fantasy", where there was all kinds of exotic leather garments. Immediately her eyes feel on a stylish knee length purple leather skirt. She gasped when she saw the price tag. 'OMG! No way this is real! I HAVE to get this!' she thought, grabbing it and headed over to the change room. As she pulled off her slacks staring at the mirror Sara felt a little self conscious looking at her bare legs. The skirt held up as she measured the length in front of her, then she unzipped it and pulled it on. Oooh, I like the feel of material on my legs, she thought. It tingles, I wonder what that's about... but it fit very nicely and rather smoothly. Shaking her hips it felt like a second skin! She walked stretching her legs and the skirt moved very magnetically hardly restricting legs. That's it --I'm buying this! Sara removed it and quickly headed to the cashier.

At home she had to try it on again so she tried a flowered blouse to match with the skirt. Feeling wonderful Sara rubbed the leather as she modeled herself in the mirror. Again, she felt the tingle in her legs, in fact energy shimmered from the partial seen portion of her legs. "Wow" she thought "There feels more to this skirt then just appearance..." She got up and smiled at the mirror walked into the living room then laid back in front of the television not noticing that her feet and legs had faded from sight.

As the cable TV washed over her she fell asleep still unaware nothing appeared below the skirt, even when she got up groggily and went to bed. As she removed her clothes, she looked at the mirror. Wait that can't be right... her reflection had faded to the point where she didn't appear to have any legs. Must be a crazy dream she thought as she pulled her night shirt on. It fell just past her waist as nothing was seen. As she floated into the bathroom she smiled at herself in the mirror.

"Woooo!" she stepped back and forth and her reflection floated by the sink. "This is a pretty trippy dream!" she thought as she pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. Seeing the floating panties over her unseen knees she shook her head smiling. Getting up she yawned as her mirror image floated back into her bed, the duvets lifted up then down and then she drifted off dreaming of invisible women.

Back in her condo Jody Wilson stared at the package in front of her on the table. Hmmmm... She still felt kinda blah for no apparent reason. Well she did promise to try out the new leather skirt. It was a new company while she never heard of them she knew one of the guys who started the company so she promised to use her social media influence. Alright let's give a look she thought as she tore open the bag. Wow! That's definitely eye catching, she thought looking at the purple leather. Unfolding the garment, she looked at it and the purple color really jumped out at her. Okay I have to try this on! she thought.

Jody pulled off her sweat pants and tossed them aside. She unzipped the skirt stepped in and pulled it on. It certainly felt good and stretched over her legs very nice form fitting. It didn't feel as restrictive as most skirts usually do. Huh? What's that? Her legs felt tingly... and a surge of energy suddenly circulated on the surface. She bent over and felt her legs below the skirt. As she rubbed her leg, energy shimmered off it. Puzzled she held her hand up seeing white energy spinning and circulating around the surface of her hand. As she'd bent down at the knees she looked into the mirror and gasped. Her legs were gone! She just saw an empty skirt... Squinting in the semi darkness of the inner skirt, she saw her panties. Jumping back with a start she flattened on the floor and stared. No legs could be seen below the hem of her skirt. Wiggling her toes, she could feel them but couldn't see anything.

Now she looked at both her hands in disbelief. They shimmered with the same ethereal energy and looking in the mirror she noticed her hands and face now appeared transparent...

Heidi Leshner carried her new leather clothes into the bathroom. She smiled at black leather top. Nothing made feel more sexy then she pulled on leather. It was form fitted to a female body as she positioned her boobs to fit into the leather bust cutouts. As she undid the zipper, the skirt even felt strange yet tingly in a good way. 'Wow' she thought and moved into the long tight skirt, the material stretched and pulled. Sitting down she then pulled up some knee high leather boots and zipped them up. Standing up she looked at the mirror and pulled her long hair back and fluffed it. Putting on her glasses she walked outside in the park.

"Nice work Heidi! Damn you look good! Okay now stand there like you're disgusted! Good Good! Now remember you have a new purse! Excellent! Now flip your hair! Hold your hands out and..." the photographer gasped.

Heidi held out her hands only to inhale sharply. The leather sleeves held out as she shook her head to see empty sleeves. Empty black leather handless sleeves...

Sara Phillips woke on a Saturday morning from her slumber when she suddenly remembered her strange dream. A dream in which she was slowly turning invisible! Shaking her head at the memory she laughed. Damn, I wish that was real... be a pretty cool thing to do, to have an ability to turn invisible at will. After some recollection she thought hard on her reverie. It seemed so REAL! She could picture her floating nightshirt as easily as if it had actually happened last night. She walked into the bathroom and looked again in the mirror. Nothing weird. Nothing strange to see. She saw herself in her nightshirt. She was completely visible nothing out of the ordinary. Did that really happen? What was it?

The previous day's events ran through her head. What was different yesterday? Oh yes, her new purple leather skirt! Suddenly she remembered the shimmery feeling she got from when she put the skirt on in the store. So why did that happen? In fact she came home tried the skirt on, walked around modeling then sat down and binged on 'Stranger Things' and passed out. She'd gotten up and remembered pulling off her clothes and changing into her nightshirt. Yes... but it felt SO REAL! She turned to the purple skirt laying on the chair. What else could it be?

Sara immediately threw off her nightshirt, grabbed a long sleeve tee and the skirt. Sitting down on the bed she pulled the t-shirt on. Holding up the skirt she gazed at it then unzipped and pulled it on. She zipped it up and turned to stare at the mirror on the door. After a couple minutes she shook her head shrugging her shoulders, wondering if it she'd imagined it. Maybe it WAS just a dream. She sighed. It WOULD be cool to become invisible at will. Suddenly then she felt it. Her legs tingled as she felt energy reverberate over her legs and she rubbed the purple leather. Her breath drew in sharply as her image in the mirror suddenly had no legs. The skirt appeared to float in the air. She crossed her arms, and shook her hips. The skirt hovered in mid-air, Sara watched incredulously trying to soak in the image of her floating body and skirt.

"I don't have any legs!" she giggled, "Oh my God! No legs!"

She walked back and forth then stood in place. Shaking her hips, the skirt tilted from side to side in mid-air. Hands on her hips and her face still visible. Yet her image looked surreal, almost ghostly.

"This is fun! I can't believe this!" Sara continued to giggle when she noticed her hands began to flicker with energy. Then they began to fade. She looked at them incredulously as she saw the mirror through them. Now just the outline of her hands remained. Her hands now faded out completely.

She squealed with glee looking at the empty sleeves! Waving them around she shook her head at the empty cylinders her arms had become. Now she looked at the reflection and sighed heavily. Her head remained visible. Patting her face, she could actually see gentle hand-prints on her cheeks. Pressing harder she could see her palms and then fingers.

Sara's face then started to glow irridescient as white energy radiated from it. Then her hair and her face faded into transparency. Her eyes widened as her face had now become crystal clear. So clear in fact she could see the wall of her bedroom in the mirror just as the outlines of her face disappeared.

"Oh.. my... GOD! I'm really gone! All gone!" Sara giggled.

Her sleeves waved outwards then held closely as her unseen hands cupped her face as she squealed. Her headless blouse and hollow skirt floated in space. She walked around the room her eyes glued to the mirror seeing the empty garments as they drifted around the room. She walked up to the mirror and then bent down on her knees. Her skirt now appeared to be like a bell as she gaped at the silk slip sewn inside. Staring harder she could even discern her white underwear further deep within the skirt.

"I just don't know what to say..." Sara continued to giggle at the odd image her empty clothes displayed.

"Now what could I DO with this power..." she thought as hundreds of possibilities raced through her head.

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Jody Wilson stood in front of her mirror and just gaped incredulously. A purple leather skirt and white t-shirt floated in front of her bedroom door mirror. She'd been invisible for about 20 minutes and had walked around her apartment. Finally she removed her tee blouse the arms grabbed the waist then up and rolled over her unseen head. The tee balled up and tossed aside. Her buxom bra hovered over the skirt and bobbed and weaved in the air above the empty waist as she moved her body in girlish glee.

The snap undid and the zipper pulled down as the skirt loosened. Edges of the waist pulled out then the garment moved around. She giggled at the sight, but the skirt had quickly loosened and the leather sheath pulled down. Her bra and large underwear now floated in air.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" Jody walked around delighted at the sight of her underwear as it wafted magically around the room. She stared at the height of herself now. Though her head was positioned higher, visibly she appeared to be only as tall as the bra straps.

'I wonder how long this lasts?' she thought.

So she experimented throughout the night and it became clear she had approximately 60 minutes after removing the purple skirt. After reappearing she quickly tried the skirt on again and she faded faster from view it seemed. A third try and she disappeared almost instantly as if being 'recharged'.

Now her pyjamas sat at her table as she stared through her glasses and had a big invisible smile on her face. Her boyfriend was coming over the following evening and she knew what she was going to do...

Bob Steinke knocked on his girlfriend's ritzy condo. He'd been Jody's boyfriend for years when she was poor and throughout her rising fame as an internet star for plus size models.

"Come on in!"

"Hey honey! How are you doing?" he walked in with some roses in hand.

"You've gotta see this new skirt I just got!" her voice echoed from the bedroom.

"Cool! Let's see!" he turned to the bedroom door.

Jody smiled at the mirror eyeing her feet with nothing on, straightened her glasses and then walked out.

"Holy shit! HOLY SHIT!", Bob gaped at the sight in front of him. "That is an amazing skirt! Purple is REALLY your color hon!"

"Isn't it though?" clad in a tee, Jody waved her arms down over the skirt. "I loved it instantly! I'm hanging onto this skirt! It's awesome!"

"It's definitely eye-catching!"

"Okay well let's order pizza and fire up Netflix!" Jody motioned to the couch.

"You got it!" Bob called a local pizza joint and then turned to his girlfriend. She was reaching into the cupboard Strange, he thought, her legs look weird. Kind of like they were fading... Into transparency..? The lower cupboards visible? No that can't be it, he thought and rubbed his eyes. Now her legs were gone! But that can't be it... So he walked away into the living room, sat down, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Are you okay hon?" Jody walked in from the kitchen as plates floated in front of her.

"Yaaaah! What happened to you??" he climbed backwards on the sofa.

"What do you mean?"

The apparition that was formerly his girlfriend stood in front of him as his eyes bugged out. He stared hard at the t-shirt with floating glasses, his bones chilled at the vacant skirt, then his eyes followed back up the leather again to the two plates hovering in the air near her waist, as the empty elbow length tee sleeves seemingly aimed at the plates.

"I really don't know what you're talking about..."

"D-don't... don't you see yourself?"

Enjoying his terror Jody half shrugged, "I see myself just fine Bob! What do you mean?"

"No SERIOUSLY honey! There's something wrong with you! I can't SEE you! I can see your purple skirt and tee but..." Bob backed further still on the sofa.

"I just... I'm just fine as much I can tell." her empty clothes leaned forward as the plates landed on the coffee table. The clothes stood up and the sleeves held out as the glasses turned down, then turned left then right as if being examined.

"No no... I see my arms." The t-shirt leaned forward. The floating skirt moved in place as the waist moved and hips gyrated as her pronounced leather wrapped bum rotated and moved side to side.

"Whaaaaa..." Bob stood up and hesitantly stepped towards her. "What is WRONG with you?"

Jody's tee shirt shook as she shook her transparent head and her glasses tilted it to the side. "Baby... are YOU okay?"

Standing right beside her he examined her very close. Incredulously he couldn't believe the sight in front of him. He bent to one knee and gently felt up and down her skirt. Like buttery, smooth, soft leather as he slid up and down the outside her leather clad leg. Just nothing below the skirt it seemed. Feeling the skirt hem, the inner silk slip he slowly ran his fingers along it until he felt a leg and gasped.

"It's still there!"

Suddenly the tee shirt and skirt bent forward laughing. The glasses shaking back and forth from laughing... "I'm-- I'm SORRY! Baby! I HAD TO!!"

Bob raised one eyebrow. "Honey? Is there something you're not telling me?"

After a minute of laughing, Invisible Jody stood up and explained.

"Bob I don't know what's behind this, but the skirt makes me invisible for as long as I wear it. And if I remove it I'll fade back --THANK GOD-- after an hour. I've already timed it out."

Flabbergasted Bob knelt there but now stood up more curious.

"That's AMAZING!" he reached out gently and found her arm at the end of the elbow length tee. He moved his hand up and found her hand. He held her hand then looked at his hand as it held hers. His palm looked empty yet he could feel it, looking lower he saw the empty sleeve as it followed the trajectory of his palm. Letting go he laid down.

"Honey? May I uh, look up?"

Jody giggled as her glasses hovered in his direction downq. "Sure Baby!"

Bob felt out gently as he found her legs. Feeling, he slid up and positioned his head directly below her skirt. He couldn't believe his especially at the angle he stared up. Her skirt wafted slightly but held in the air above him. From his angle the skirt appeared to be a dark empty tube. Squinting his eyes he could even see her underwear from deep within the dark area of the skirt yet he could see light past the waist up into the t-shirt and even right through her ample bra outlined by the t-shirt right past the collar and even her floating glasses.

"This looks like a lot of fun Honey!" Bob laughed.

"It is trust me Baby!"

---

Heidi Leshner gasped. She looked at the end of her sleeves. She had no hands!

"Uh Hei... Can you see your hands?" Johann her photographer moved his camera down.

"Nein!"

"Oh good! I was afraid it was just me!"

"What is going on?" Heidi's hair lifted up and gently pulled outwards at the end of two empty sleeves.

Her hair fell to the leather top as she gaped at her sleeves. Moving the rounded ends towards each other they stopped a few inches of each other. Light claps echoed as the ends moved.

"Well my hands appear to be here!" Heidi spoke up after a long silence. "You I just can't see them!"

"Um..." her photographer's face became ashen, "That's not all!"

"What?"

Johann took a picture then turned the camera backwards so Heidi could see. She gasped. Her black leather bustier top with long sleeves had no hands, but also no head as her sunglasses floated in the air above an empty collar.

"Am I completely gone?"

"You'll have to see for yourself..." Johann shrugged perplexed.

They were shooting in an open park however it appeared to be mostly deserted this afternoon. In the beachroom change rooms of the park Heidi had changed into the long purple skirt and black top but she had other outfits she was going to model. But now? How to model something when you're invisible?

Heidi gasped at the image of unseen self and turned around looking down. Her sleeve reached back and inserted two unseen fingers into the back slit of the skirt. She drew in her breath as Johann eyes grew wider if possible under circumstances. The hem pulled back revealing the inside of the skirt. It was empty save for two knee length zip up black leather boots.

"Nein! Mein Gott!" Heidi shook her head in disbelief.

Suddenly she sat down on a stairway and immediately pulled her skirt up practically mid-thigh. Again no legs could be seen except her boots which wiggled shakily. Heidi was more and more disturbed at the sight of lacking of herself.

"Was mache ich?" Heidi questioned Johann.

"I don't know... Maybe you want to see if you're completely gone?"

"In ordung... Alright." she drew in oxygen quickly. She stood up.

Heidi looked around. For a Sunday afternoon it was surprisingly deserted, something they worried about usually during a photo shoot on public land. Her sleeves pulled at the leather top then it slowyly lifted up and over her transparent head.

A black leather bra floated in air above the empty skirt. The leather tossed aside. The skirt zipper pulled down slowly all the way as she didn't want the zipper damaged which hadn't happened often yet enough for her to be careful. The skirt now loosened and fell forward slightly but held in air. Now a leather thong moved out as one long leather boot lifted up then the other followed suit. The skirt lifted into the air then Johann grabbed it like the top.

A black leather bra and thong remained suspended in air as a large pair of sunglasses hovered a foot above the bra.

"Okay well I guess that answers that." Johann smiled hesitantly.

"This is very freaky!" Heidi pointed out. "How did this happen I wonder?"

Johann thought for several minutes dumbfounded but could not find an explanation for his friends current state of being.

"The skirt!" Heidi intuited, " I felt my legs shimmering with some sort of energy just as I put it on. It's as if the slip or material came rubbing energy right on my legs! That's the only thing that's changed lately..."

"Yeah you've used that top and boots before!"

"Ja! I hope this isn't permanent!"

"Somehow I don't get that feeling..." Johann replied.

He was right, an hour later she returned to visibility. Experimentation confirmed repeated times sped the invisibility up.

Hours later as the sun began to set Heidi had become enthralled with modeling her new leather clothes invisibly. First she put the soft purple leather skirt on for about 20 minutes modeling different tops. Then she would change into other mini skirts, leather pants, or pencil skirts.

Traffic increased to her site as she began to take the moniker "unsichtbares modell" or invisible model. When asked Johann would simply say he photo shopped her out of the pictures.

So while excited about her career being boosted, Heidi still couldn't help but wonder if there was something more she could do with her newfound power...

Sara Philips stood in front of the mirror and giggled. There was her clothes hovering in mid-air. Her face was completely transparent and she could hardly contain her joy. She could become invisible by putting on her new soft purple leather skirt and within several minutes her legs would fade out, followed by her hands and lastly her head. With experimentation she discovered after reappearing she could indeed disappear much faster by putting the skirt on when she reappeared. The third time she put the skirt back on after reappearing she disappeared almost instantly. She realized time had a little bit to do with the magic effect. Yet there was too much fun she had playing invisibly.

In the time she tested it wearing off she'd discovered like the others, in taking off the skirt she would remain invisible for 60 full minutes. Problem was she really REALLY loved her new skirt and wanted to show it off. But how to overcome the obvious...

Sara sat at her desk and smiled as she looked down at her new purple skirt. It looked so good on her body she still couldn't believe it. She'd always felt she was rather skinny but the leather even gave her a bit of a bum it looked like from the mirror.

"SARA!"

Her thoughts were interrupted by her boss.

"Where'd that package take off to! The one set for Montreal!"

She sighed. "You came out and restickered it for Ottawa remember?"

"WHAT THE HELL? IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO GO THERE!"

"You did it..." she shrugged helpless.

"NO I DIDN'T! I TOLD YOU TO RESTICKER IT! BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO FOR MONTREAL LIKE IT WAS ORIGINALLY!"

"I don't know what to say boss..."

"YOU KNEW THOSE FLASHDRIVES WERE HEADED TO MONTREAL DIDN'T YOU?"

"Well yeah but..." she meekly replied.

"BUT NOTHING! THIS BUSINESS BARELY KEEPS AFLOAT AND WE CAN'T HAVE COSTLY SCREW UPS LIKE THAT! I'D LIKE TO CUT SOME DEAD WOOD THAT'S FLOATING AROUND HERE..." Jack Saunders raced back into his office slamming the door behind him.

Stunned Sara sat there. Jack wasn't much older then her and working for him felt much like working for family. Which was why it hurt when he had shouted at him. She hasn't really done anything except exactly what he had told her to do. Her eyes narrowed as her mouth frowned. She knew what she was going to do.

"Have you tracked down that package yet?"

"No sir, not sure but it looks like it had already shipped out to Ottawa."

"Dammit! Okay keep looking and get back to me please and thank you..."

"Yes sir! Have a good day."

"I will when you find that package and get it going on a correct course!" he slammed the receiver down.

"Jack Saunders..." a voice intoned.

"What... Who's calling, I haven't-- g-g gulp!" he looked up from his desk to a scary sight indeed.

A purple leather skirt and brown leather women's jacket stood in his door.

His mouth opened but no sound came out save for a squeak of air...

"You know why I'm here! I am here to talk to you... because I am you." the voice sounded ALMOST like him. (Sara smiled at her hidden ability to mimic voices)

"M-me? What? I... I can't be..." Jack leaned back in his chair.

"I am your anima."

"--Wait You're an enema?"

"NO! LISTEN UP! I am your anima. I am the unconscious feminine side of your self Jack Saunders. I am everything you conceive to be a woman and all that is feminine within you. And I've come to talk to you PERSONALLY!" she stepped lightly so the skirt and jacket glided across the office... He sank into his chair.

"YOU ARE DISRESPECTING WOMEN AND NOW I'VE COME FOR YOU!" the clothes stood in front of his desk, "What did you do to your poor receptionist?"

"She.. she screwed up and sent my work off... off to the wrong place..." he cowered.

"NO! She did not! She only did what YOU told her to do!" a sleeve motioned to the front.

"W-well... w-w-w..."

"ACCEPT YOUR FAULTS! NOT HERS!" the jacket leaned forward as Jack jumped in place and stared right down an empty neckhole.

"I... I... I-I... I..."

Suddenly the jacket and skirt moved around the desk and the moved right up to him.

"Who's fault is it?"

"Well she filed it..."

"WHO'S FAULT IS IT?"

"... hers..." Jack cowered.

"IT'S YOURS! ACCEPT RESPONSIBILITY!" the jacket reached right over and slapped him twice!

"Owww..."

"WHO'S FAULT IS IT?"

"M... mine."

"WHO?"

"Mine."

"You are going to listen to women more now aren't you? Because I don't want to have to come back to you again."

"No. I'll listen stronger now. I suppose."

"You SUPPOSE?" the clothes moved around the front of the desk.

"I... I WILL!" Jack sat up.

"I am here to help you." his own voice intoned from the clothes, "You cannot get anywhere in this world if you continue on the way you have been and that's why I stepped forward today. I am no woman, and I am every woman you have ever met..."

Jack sat there not knowing what to do with the apparition in front of him. He stared at the empty sleeves then craned his head sideways through the desk to see the skirt floating. Shaking his head he tried to grasp the reality of the situation.

"I would like to leave you with this..." the clothes leaned forward and the sleeves held out on both sides of his head. He gasped as he felt hands on each side of his head yet his eyes saw only empty leather sleeves. His eyes followed the neck, then studied the inside of the dark hole and his spine tingled at the inner dark recesses of the brown leather jacket.

"I am you. I am here to build you into a better person, your mother knows and she's turning in her grave and summoned me forth. You know yourself you should be behaving better to women, everywhere. Sara is just the start of better things for you..."

His head pulled forward by some unseen force as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Suddenly he felt a kiss on his forehead and a voice whispered 'You're better then this!' Invisible Sara then let him go as he fell back in his chair and fainted.

"That's better. You are on your way to becoming a better person." the jacket crossed arms with a "Hmph!"

Looking at his limp body Sara laughed quietly to herself as she quickly exited walked into the bathroom around the corner. The door closed as the skirt pulled and moved then unzipped and it loosened. Falling down, the jacket then pulled off and placed on the counter.

Panties suddenly lifted from a pile of clothes on the counter and lowered to the floor then moved back up to the shape of a woman's waist. Suddenly a silk slip moved off the counter and pulled up, followed by a second slip. A bra lifted up then wrapped around an unseen body, followed then by a dress t-shirt. The brown leather jacket pulled on, the arms reached down to the skirt and it raised up and pulled over around the slips..

Suddenly Sara faded back into view almost instantly. The sight amazed her. The night before, through trial and error she'd figured out by putting a slip on underneath the skirt, it seemed to 'block' the power of the skirt. The energy from the skirt was indeed very powerful and she'd found that TWO slips were needed. One on its own wasn't enough. She would stay in view but her face and skin would be transparent giving her a 'ghostly' appearance. Strange how she'd figured this out and had now given her power an 'on/off' switch.

She came back into the office and returnd to her desk, but not before peering in at her boss. He was still passed out in his big oversize chair she'd seen. So best to just return to her duties. Later on Jack, her boss walked out of his office apparently dazed and confused. But he walked up rather humbled and apologized to her saying that what had happened with the package was just a mix-up and he didn't want her to feel bad over everything and smoothed things out.

Fantastic, she thought. He wasn't a terrible guy at all, just careless at times towards women. He needed a kick in the pants --she smiled at her ability to mimic voices, she could do almost all the Looney Tunes characters and even regular people she knew & in the office she'd walked with tiny steps so the skirt gave the impression it was floating-- but now after everything was said and done it was okay now.

Sara sat back in her chair and sighed. Soren suddenly walked in with another package.

"Hey Soren!"

"Hey Sara. How's things? Say what's up with your feet?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, did you take your feet out of your shoes? Your shoes are just sitting there by themselves."

Sara gulped and turned slightly to look at her feet. They were invisible below her skirt!

"Um, I just pulled them out and they're pushed against the front." she slid forward slightly and her knees tapped the desk giving the impression her feet were tapping the desk front.

"Um, uhh wow that looks weird! Like your feet were invisible!" Soren smiled as he held out his reader.

"Yeah... heh heh heh." Sara's smile faltered as she hoped only her feet were gone.

"Look um... I've always wanted to say... I'd like to get together sometime uh, here's my number. Call me maybe?" Soren hastly slid a card with his number on the desk as she'd signed his reader, then he quickly walked off. Sara was stunned, she couldn't believe it.

As she walked into her apartment her phone beeped. Sara tapped her phone to see she'd gotten an email from "Fetish Fantasy".

---

Jody Wilson couldn't believe it as she stood there. Her boyfriend Bob Steinke lay right underneath her staring up. She tilted her head down and her eyes caught the image of Bob looking up at her... "through" HER! Her body was apparently hollowed out and she looked down through her body seeing her bra pressed against her blouse and lower then that her large whote granny panties moved with the purple leather skirt as it flexed with her legs.

"This is just trippy honey!" Bob gaped up at the floating empty clothes that answered him back.

"I know baby! It's obviously the skirt, but how?"

"Hm well hon, purple is considered a special color, I know at one time it was only royalty that could wear it because it was a hard color to make. Gotta be the purple leather."

"Wow! Really?"

"Yes. That's why you see royal robes that are purple. It had to do with alchemists using much expensive herbs to make the color."

"Ohhh..." Jody's blouse shook as her unseen head nodded.

"I can't believe I'm looking right though you honey! I don't see any part of you! All I see is the outlines of the clothes that outline your body!"

Bob laid there on the floor still aghast at the sight in front of him. His mind initially was supremely creeped out as his eyes drank in the sight in front of him. He lay underneath the purple skirt which hovered over him almost sentient. The blouse moved and twisted as his mind worked to fill in the blank space in the neck as her sleeves moved around the waist, where her wrists and hands would be. Bob was staggered at the sight as he pulled back, and then stood up looking at the apparition of clothes suspended in mid air in front of him.

Suddenly she hugged him tight. Caught off guard perhaps because she'd read his face, he paused then held her back. As he slowly smiled he suddenly realized his senses told him, that it was indeed his girlfriend in front of him. And his internal urges took him aback and 'told' him how intoxicating her presence immediately now was. While his eyes told him no head was on his chest yet his chest felt the warm round shape as did his arms wrapped around her body yet his eye caught no head or even body within her clothes that pressed up against him.

Bob's eyes grew wide and he held her tightly, then suddenly he scooped her up and raced into the bedroom to Jody's giggles.

Inside the bedroom he cast the blouse and skirt onto the bed as Jody's voice echoed from them.

"OH BOB!"

Aroused to the max he disrobed stripping of his shirt and pulling his shorts and underwear down he dove on the bed. Jody howled in joy at him landing beside her, and then she rolled on top. Bob stared in amazement as the skirt then pulled tight as two knees placed themselves on each side of his legs. The purple leather fully pulled up to the luscent waist as the sleeves pointed at the edge of the skirt hem pulling up. The blouse then fell forward coming down on his body as he found himself purchase within her womanhood.

Both sighed in ecstasy as they rolled over intimately inside each other. The duvet pulled over the entire bed as deep breathing and gasping filled the room.

Bob woke up briefly and sighed feeling incredible. He turned over and gasped. An empty purple skirt lay beside him as a filled out plus sized bra lay beside him. Yet he actually became more aroused at the sight. He reached over but was taken aback feeling an arm on his own. The bra suddenly pulled up and then floated over him. As he felt two feet stood on each side in the mattress, the skirt then pulled up again near the bra. It then moved down quickly and she giggled as she moved down and planted on his ready manliness.

"Goddam honey..." Bob breathed as the bra leaned forward as fleshy mounds pressed in towards him.

Later a denim wrap skirt walked out of the bedroom and drifted up to the counter. The blouse sleeves reached down to her phone.

"Oh I got an email. Holy cow! It's from the website "Fetish Fantasy"

---

Heidi Leshner stood in the middle of the downtown park with her photographer Johann. It was a occasionally deserted park where she modeled her leather clothes. She walked into her change tent and put on her magic purple skirt. She loved modeling invisibly! In fact she couldn't wait to disappear right now. She already felt her legs shimmering with the energy. She giggled.

"Ohhh I can't WAIT to disappear! Can already feel it..." Heidi held up her arms. Her hands were fading into translucency. Holding them up she saw clearly right them. Then the outlines of her hands and wrists began fading.

Minutes later she had faded out completely. Heidi's empty leather bra hovered over the skirt as she reached over and a long leather dress pulled over the purple skirt. Zip-up knee length boots lifted over and then placed on the ground. As the seated skirt hem lifted the boot moved over and then pulled on. The zipper magically zipped up. The other boot moved over and also pulled on. Just as it began to zip an alarm rang out across the street.

"Help! The Bank's being robbed!" a scream rang out.

Swiftly Heidi removed her boots. The dress stood up and unsnapped all the way down. The leather bra unfastened and dropped. The zipper pulled down as the skirt deflated as it pulled down. Heidi's voice came from nowhere.

"I'll be right back Johann!"

Feet padded on the cement as Heidi ran towards the bank. The door opened slightly, then followed by the inside door.

"What was that?" a masked man turned to the door.

"Just the wind, never mind bro FOCUS!"

"Okay, I don't see anyone so yeah..."

Heidi looked around. Several people lay down sprawled on the floor as two masked men stood there. One watched the people on the floor and the other walked from teller to teller holding a bag. The tellers each emptied their drawers into the bag. She thought quickly about what to do. Being invisible she realized stealth was probably best, so she figured outside was probably best. Then she had an idea as the thief waved to his partner and motioned to the door.

Heidi held open the inside door and exhaled sharply.

"Hey the door blew open again!"

"Let's go!" they both raced to the door.

Heidi then reached over to the outside and sighed a loud exhale again. As they ran towards her, she stuck a leg out tripping the first thief and she pushed hard on his back. He tumbled forward and smacked his head into the door.

"Hey you alright? HEY!" the second thief turned to his fallen friend.. He bent over and shook him but his friend was out cold.

"Alright fuck it!" thief #2 ran out and suddenly tripped himself. The bag flew out of his arms and slid further down the sidewalk.

As he scrambled to get up suddenly the bag lifted up and began floating down the sidewalk. People screamed at the sight of a levitating bag moving down the street. Thief #2 got up and raced after it. Puzzled he stared hard at the bag as it wafted in the air in front of him.

"You want this money? You gotta EARN IT!" a voice spoke out of nowhere.

Heidi grinned as she held the bag over her shoulder as she ran. Seeing a cop, she knew what to do.

Joe Johnson had been busted down to beat cop on the street a week ago. He'd refused to follow the 'internal quota' of making 'x' number of tickets. He felt the police image was more important. His superiors disagreed and pushed him onto a street walk.

As he whistled and waved at the occasional person suddenly he stared at a bag of money that floated into his arms.

"What the hell?"

Suddenly a masked man sprinting towards him suddenly screeched to a halt. A voice from nowhere whispered to him.

"That's the guy!"

As the thief tried to turn around suddenly he spun around and then fell down.

Sgt. Joe Johnson shouldered the bag of money and dug out his cuffs.

"Alright you're coming with me!"

Sgt. Joe cuffed the man and picked him up to cheers from the crowd...

"That was AMAZING Heidi! You even made a hero out of that cop! I know Joe he's a nice guy! He got a hard break recently! Well done!"

"Oh it's nothing! It literally just fell into place!"

"Well that was awesome! You rock! Where'd that skirt come from?"

"I don't know, let's look into it then, I believe we should check that new distributor..."

Heidi and Johann now worked on the computer. They traced where the leather came from and found that only three skirts were made from the material. Through her influence Heidi found out who else owned the magic skirts. Her excitement rose at the thought of finding other women with that power....