Shapeshifting Clothes Novels & Stories

“On the way, he discovered that he could bend the will of any shape-shifter, regardless of species. Not only that, but he holds dominion over that section of Hell.” For the next few minutes, the driver took us past the former Supernatural Council Headquarters, where a line for the employment exchange curled around the lake. Now that I wasn’t so anxious about infiltrating the Hellfire pack, I could finally take in the different outfits of the shifters. Some wore colorful African fabrics, others were dressed in the loose- fitting white clothing and head wraps of desert-dwellers. I shook my head from side to side. “It looks like shifters are coming from all over the world.”

Some clothes sit in their closets with tags still on them. I have to save from my fifty dollars just to afford shoes. I have one pair of sneakers, and very few clothes. Shifting requires planning. I can’t afford to rip my clothes apart during a shift. That’s why shifting alone was scary. I stripped a few minutes before midnight and hid my clothes. A rogue could have come out and hurt me. No one cared, though. Story of my life.

“Of course they are! They can’t shift back with clothes on, my lady… unless they have magical abilities like the Alpha King or Lord Uriel.” Althea nodded. She knew about this, but she had never actually seen it happen before, so she was caught off guard and blurted those words out. Besides, everyone she’d seen shift back to human form—like her father and half-brothers—had clothes on. But as Rudy had said, they had enough magical ability to keep their clothes intact when they shifted. Rudy tried, and failed, to suppress his laughter. “We’re all used to it here, my lady. Shifting tears through anything you wear, so it’s normal. Nobody really minds.”

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

“It’s about harmony — everyone being in a good mood before they transform. If someone shifts while angry or afraid, it can turn dangerous, even chaotic. The clothes are made loose and light because, by the end of the night, they’ll be torn when the transformation begins. It’s tradition to make them beautiful… even if they won’t last till morning.” I nodded slowly, taking in every word. “So even destruction can be beautiful,” I murmured. Cassidy’s lips curved into a soft smile. “Exactly.” After trying on a few dresses, we finally found one that felt right — a soft, cream gown with faint silver embroidery that shimmered when I moved. It was simple, but elegant, and when I turned toward the mir

"It's too dangerous. If he shows, he'll be bringing those that back him, too. There's sure to be a fight. I can't protect you while I'm fighting my brother." I glare at him. "I won't need it, Ambrose. I've taken everything into account by hiding weapons around the room. I've had specialized armor made to protect against a wolf's bite. You aren't going to stop me from going." It's true. I'd been busy. While the king assumed I had been planning the pretty banquet frills, I'd really been plotting how to make the fight fair for me. I designed armor that is made from reptile hide (rumored to be dragon) that would allow me to move freely but also protect against the jaws of the shifters.

Yori smiles and takes his place with the others. "Ready?" I look at Quinn, and he nods. He glances around, looking confused. "Why do they not have clothes?" He asks, and I smile. "Werewolves, typically, when they shift in clothing, they shift back in it. That changed with me and my brothers and sister. It's also different for Fae." I take his hand and lead him inside. Getting far enough away from the guards, I place the clothes down and shift. Quinn stays standing and looking at me.

Discreetly, he wrote those two names down before shoving it under his keyboard. “Thank you. These are a few samples of different styles and designs I was working on that I thought you might like.” She slid over a drawing of a version of military clothing. “The unique thing about these is we build them with extreme heavy duty velcro. General wear and tear will not rip them apart, but they will rip apart when you transform into your wolf form. The benefit of this is that you do not waste any clothing. From my understanding, your clothes will get ruined if you transform if they are still on your body. These will not.”

It looked almost comical because if she raised her arms in the right way the pack would just fall off. Daren starts, “The next thing you need to learn about our pack is this.” And he and Jess begin to shift while in their clothes. First, they start to grow and just when it looked like the deer hide would rip and fall away their fur began to cover their clothes! Lily and I stood there, eyes bugged out as Daren’s pure black wolf stood over us, he was larger than me with his bright blue eyes boring into me. Jess stood beside him, slightly smaller but still large for a femme wolf. Her fur matched the color of a deer except for two black streaks of fur that was located below her eyes. The pack no