Shapeshifting Clothes Novels & Stories

He unzipped it, revealing stacks of what looked like black fabric. "And one more thing," he said, pulling out a tactical vest and a pair of trousers. "I know the toll the transformations take on your equipment. It’s hard to lead a revolution when you’re constantly scavenging for clothes." I ran my fingers over the material. It felt cool, like silk, but as soon as I applied pressure, it firmed up, resisting my touch. "When your bone structure expands during a shift, the suit expands with you. It won't shred; it becomes a second skin that retracts perfectly when you return to human form."

"To change is simple. You must simply relax and allow your jaguar to come forth. Your body will do the rest." Carlie frowned. "That's pretty vague as instructions go." "Perhaps you should try it before criticizing." "I wasn't criticizing, merely observing." She grinned. "I guess a manual is out of the question? Or an instruction video?" He arched a brow. She shrugged. "Sorry, the whole concept of me changing into a big ass kitty still doesn't seem real or possible. And what happens to your clothes and stuff when you do shift?" "Depending on your attire, it either falls off, shreds, or gets stuck. It's why we choose to wear as little as possible."

The Packmember's head was almost entirely shaved of hair with streaks of azure and lilac drawn through the fuzz, probably dyed with crushed wildflowers. A shaved head would have been practically taboo a week ago, but the moment the insurrection was over Placis had wasted no time in changing their look. It had been a start to see, but I could immediately appreciate the gesture. Even thought about doing the same myself. Truly, it had widened my eyes a bit about the nature of Shifting. It appeared that there were many ways one could do it.

By this time, the pathway was getting thinner, as it was threatening to close. "I am going to shape shift into Cee. All you have to do is climb and cling on to the wolf!" "What!" He thought that was the most ridiculous suggestion she had ever made, but before he could say anything further, she was already on the ground. The sound of bones cracking and breaking caught his attention as he horribly looked down at her. The clothes she wore were shreds as she went through the excruciating pain of shape-shifting as her bones cracked and restructured rapidly with furs growing all over her.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

The only problem was that every one of them was made of velvet. “Why is everything here made of velvet?” I couldn’t resist but ask. “Why, madame? Don’t you like velvet?” “I am not a fan of velvet, but I am okay with it. I was just wondering why every piece was of cloth in this palace is made of velvet.” “When Golden Shifters transform into their energy forms, a lot of heat is produced. Thin clothes like cotton or silk get tattered after two, three transformations.” “Oh… So, it’s like that. Velvet’s don’t tear. That must be the reason all the clothes are made of velvet.”

We walked into it until Zaliver felt we were far away from the island. Unlike most werewolf stories, our clothes wouldn’t shred while shifting. I mean, think about it. When shifting, our bones would break and reform, and fur would sprout. We would be dead if we had to shift for a fight, especially if we were caught off guard. The first time our bones did break and our clothes tore off was when we had our earliest transitioning from human to wolf. After that, every shift was almost like a satisfying yawn. In human form, our wolf would be inside of us, and while we were in wolf form, our human body would be kept inside. It was just a switch of control. Our clothes would no longer shred, preven

Oh my, the man knows how to get a girl all hyped and worked up. “We need to take a change of clothes,” I tell him. Since when we begin to change our clothes will be ruined and I am not shifting back to human form and entering back into the house naked for the guys to see me. They may be awake still. Oh, wait – I think they are going to shift too. I can’t remember what the deal is on that. “I have a stash of clothes in the woods, you need to grab something to put on when we shift back to human form, sweetheart. And wear something you don’t care too much about for when we begin.”

And as my team member its your turn. A shifter who could change into three different forms. I stepped forward before my brain caught up with my body and shifted back into human form. Luckily the clothes we wore helped and it wasn't difficult to shift back into them. Once I righted myself, I glared at him, and he didn't even flinch. Fuck. He looked like him but not him. It was like he wore a glamour all this time. Gone was the guy with the proper suit and tie and hello was this thing. Arrgh. What the actual fuck. fuck. fuck.

she said shrewdly. The room went out of focus, like I'd been standing in a watercolor painting, as the house and the contemporary décor changed. Sharra's clothing did as well. The oversized hat, old lady shirt, and capris were replaced by a sleek black dress that looked to be made of rubber; it hugged her curves, the collar high but still revealing a lot of cleavage. Her hair was slicked back and hanging in a long ponytail. Her staff appeared as did my wings - or rather, the wings that used to be mine.