Shapeshifting Clothes Novels & Stories

While she wasn’t the largest dragon in existence, she certainly wasn’t the smallest. Fortunately, dragon shifters were purely magical beings. Thus, when they shifted, their clothes shifted with them, unlike wolf shifters who shredded any clothes they were wearing with every shift. She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals.

“Yours?” “High end clothing. If you see the bears, come in to clean, you’ll understand they can’t exactly buy off the rack. It’s a common problem within the shifter community. Specialty needs in clothing. Dragon shifter’s are some of the hardest. Some need materials that resist burning, acid. Wolves need clothes with quick releases, can be pulled off, or stretch so that they don’t injure themselves shifting if they’re forced to shift unexpectedly.” “So life for you guys is a little complicated trying to hide all this. Geez, why didn’t you come out before this?”

I asked her, to which she giggled and tugged on her shirt. “Gale taught me! Well, he mentioned it really. It's called forging. When a shapeshifter is strong enough they can use their body to make clothes, armor, weapons, accessories, and so on. I tried it out and nailed it pretty good! However, I’m not THAT good, which is why my style is pretty basic and sometimes skimpy.” She explained. It's convenient enough when one has to shift. That way you’re not always stripping before battle or ruining your clothes while shifting. I nodded to confirm that I understood and we both headed out. We didn’t get very far before a cowboy greeted us outside the door.

“It’s just, it’s hard to focus with you fluttering around.” Her tiny eyes narrowed. “Are you calling me tiny?” “No! I just meant…” I laughed nervously. “Let’s all calm down and talk, that’s all.” I picked up the book, and in a shimmer of gold and violet light, she transformed before us, no longer a tiny winged creature, but a woman with sharp eyes and wild curls, clothed in a dress made of iridescent silk that shimmered like her wings once had. I stared in disbelief. “How… how did you shift with clothes on? That’s… how is that even possible?”

I am going to shift back now as she is snuggling closer to me. Although we have the privilege to be fully clothed when we shift back, it is because we have a bit of magic. As we shift back, we picture ourselves dressed in our chosen outfit. At this moment, I only picture myself in a swimming trunk. That is the only thing I can do. Shifting back to human form has always been quicker. Before she knows it, I am back in human form.

I shivered slightly, sensing her magic pulse through her fingertips, and suddenly, the clothes I was wearing began to shift. The woman’s lips curled into a faint smile. “That’s an inappropriate costume for such an event,” she murmured, a trace of amusement in her voice. “You need something better.” With a wave of her hand, my clothes transformed. I felt the fabric shift and change around my body, a sensation like the air itself was wrapping around me. The rough jeans and shirt I had been wearing were replaced with something completely different.

he said. “Hmm” I rubbed my jaw at the thought of the brave little girl swimming across here. She didn’t look like she had the strength to lift her arms, never mind fight the current of this water. “Alright people, let’s cross over.” I encouraged them. The men started stripping their clothes in order to shift as crossing in our 'were' forms would be easier, the river was wide, too wide to leap across even for me. I was wearing my metallic fabric pants and crop top, so I just shifted without having to remove clothes. The fabric snapped at the sides and rolled up as my body took on its wolf form. Goddess, I loved this outfit. I really had to ask Aunt Olivia where she had this made and get the p

Aurora shrieked, “you're naked." Then she quickly covered her eyes with her hands. I chuckled at that and decided to tease her a little. "What's the matter? You don't like what you see?" “Jared Grey, please go put on some pants or so help me." I laughed at her threats but decided to get decent. I walked to my closet and pulled out some sweatpants and put it on. “Alright I'm decent sunshine. You can look now." “So does this always happen when you transform?" “We call it shifting not transforming and yes. There are spare clothes around the house because of that."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Talen surreptitiously rub his shoe over a smear on the carpet. “Naked,” Allistaire raised an eyebrow. “A side effect of being able to shape-shift,” Talen answered him with a small smile. “Is that clothing often does not survive the process.” “Well then…” Aislen trailed off as Cameron came out of the bedroom clutching a pile of clothing. He widened his eyes at her and then sidled along the hallway towards the bathroom, obviously wanting to escape the conversation. “We’ll see you in the morning, Allistaire.” Aislen gave Talen a little push into the open doorway of their room and kicked it closed behind her ending the conversation.

I splash my face with water, patting it dry, then walk back into my room feeling only slightly more awake. Standing in front of my closet, I frown, chewing the inside of my cheek. What do you even wear when you know you’ll be shifting? I don't want to destroy another perfectly good outfit. After a moment’s debate, I settle on a wrap dress, easy to slip off before shifting, and pull it on. I add a pair of simple sandals, knowing they'll be easy to kick off when the time comes.