Shapeshifting Clothes Novels & Stories

Plastic Surgeon), so the lack of a bra wasn't a problem. She actually had a pair of sweat pants and a tight workout shirt that was cut low enough to entice the views of every guy at the gym. Or girls. 'What is it with you thinking about girls recently?' It didn't take long for Monique to get rid of her clothing. Shamira then watched as her skin began to glow and shift, the muscles and bones rearranging themselves under that exterior. Fur sprouted everywhere and, in the course of about thirty seconds, Shamira had a full-blown wolf sitting in the bedroom. She probably should have screamed or run, but instead just said

Nokomis slid past us. Tyee looked down at me smiling before he offered to me what was behind his back. It was fabric almost as sheer as Raiahs, definitely more sheer than my ceremony dress. “What is this Tyee? I didn’t know I had to change again.” I held the dress up inspecting it. The fabric wasn’t as see through around the breast and where my mound would be. It had slits resembling Raiahs. I blushed at the thought of me having to wear this. Tyee had a sly smirk on his face. “Every female of age wears this at mating ceremonies.” I blushed again. “I’m just not comfortable with how exposed I would be.” I admitted putting my head down. My cheeks felt flushed but I don’t know if that’s from the

I liked it. My eyes darted to my garment at the corner. It hadn't torn at all. I mean, I shifted while it was on, so it should've ripped, but it didn't. Instead, it stretched until it slipped off me. Weird. Well, maybe it's a trick from the Moon Goddess. Seeing that I've ripped too many clothes while shifting, she might've made this one a special one. I liked it. At least I won't be getting a new one anytime soon.

BaoBao thought ahead of whatever Naoko needed, including the littlest things like flushing and turning faucets on and off. He saved her every milisecond of time that he could. One of the technology that awed Naoko the most was the clothes. There were only the basic designs - Shirt, pants, skirt, and dress. They were all made of a strange grey material that was soft and comfortable yet durable and strong. The appearance changes thanks to a certain technology that acted like a billion minute screens melded together. This nano-like techonology could also alter the length to some extent and other tinier details according to the design purchased online. No matter the size or shape of the person's

she admitted, giggling madly at the look on his face. “I-uh...seriously? I don’t know whether to be offended or insanely proud of your wit,” he laughed. “I’ll allow it, little lady. If you ever tell anyone else that name though...” It didn’t take Marcel long to arrive, and Arla instantly felt calmer having both of them present. Drew went behind a tree to shift, and Arla went behind the larger one to change out of her training clothes and into an old t-shirt and shorts. Until she adapted to shifting quickly, it was more comfortable to shift clothed. The clothes got shredded, but it meant she kept her privacy. Once she could shift quickly, she would be able to just strip and shift like everyon

Celeste whispered. Shadow stepped forward to meet one of the shapeshifters. "The resistance is actually the last surviving group of the first form of shapeshifters ever existed. They could blend themselves with nature and animals." He bowed to a woman with long white hair. Her skin was in the color of a tree trunk—as if her skin was made from the tree. People would have mistaken her as a tree from afar if they didn't see the long white hair behind her. Her dress was made from the leaves with no sign stitched together.

As he approached the border of the Moonlight pack's territory, a surge of anticipation surged through his veins. Halting at the boundary, Knox's wolf gradually surrendered to the force of his will, submitting to the shift. In a flurry of seconds, the majestic wolf transformed into a tall, imposing figure of a man. With a commanding presence, he stood before Tom, who instinctively bowed his head in deference. "Clothes," Knox's deep voice resonated with authority, "where do you keep the clothes for shifters?" Tom, still keeping his head lowered, quickly pointed to a corner of the room, where a tree stood with a peculiar bend. Hidden within its trunk were garments tailored specifically for shap

More than that, her pants were torn, leaving her beautiful long legs and some part of her white underwear exposed. Hurriedly, I took off my coat jacket and wrapped it around her body before I carried her in my arms. “In the future, you can do whatever you want. But please don’t forget to wear clothes made with the best material that will stretch whenever you plan to shift,” I instantly told her. “Or better yet just hide behind the tree and take off your clothes before shifting. Then only shift back when you are hidden, and your clothes are ready.” Lia gave me a strange look before laughing. “Okay,” she replied.

“No wiring needed. Lots of people don’t have land lines anymore—they just use their cell everywhere.” Jenna shook her head. “A cell phone would interfere with my magic. With my shape-shifting, anyhow.” Leesa had not expected that answer. “Really? How come?” “Nothing mechanical—like a watch or a phone—can make the transformation, so they block it from being completed. I think it’s because there’s nothing analogous to them in the animal world. Clothes are okay, because clothes are not too different from feathers or fur. But not much else works.” “Fur?” Leesa asked, surprised. She hadn’t thought about what other shapes Jenna might be able to shift into. “What other animals can you turn into?”

she curiously asks and judging by her reaction, she was disgusted by the look of the robe. "These cloaks were made out of the skin of a shape-shifter. It will hide any creature with supernatural power," I said to her. "In the eyes of the angels and demons, we are just ordinary humans with no sense of fashion," I jokingly added. "Why do we need to wear those if we are just going to teleport?" she inquisitively inquires.