when i was tiny i had a dress to sleep in covered in pictures of a girl is some sort of fantasy world. It was light pink. it was shiny and some how that reflected in the texture itself. when u touched the one side that everyone could see the fabric felt cold and smooth like slipping off the edge of a metallic slide. the other side where the repeated imagery looked grainy felt the way it look too. it was course reminding me of a stuck zipper being pulled. neither of these feelings were truly magical but when u folded the fabric of the dress in half or pinched it from the inside the silky outer surface glided against itself while i could easily grip from the rougher side. To me it felt like how imagine a marble feels gliding across a pool of water ir maybe glass. im not sure exactly how to describe the feelinf but it felt calm and safe. i loved wearing that dress so everynight i could dough the 2 sides together while drifting off to sleep. in fact i still have the dress which i nicknamed my tickler as a kid so parents continued to call it that. i think this was probably my first identifiable stim toy. its wild my mom and dad never saw or wondered.