It was a hectic time at the Magic Academy of the Kingdom of Sorcier, as the end of a term neared, and with it, an elaborate formal dance.  And so for most students there was distraction as plans were made for the ball. Possible dates, trying to make sure any issues with dancing were solved, and of course, new outfits.

And that was why a trio of females were in town, seeking out tailors to obtain their own unique attire for the special evening. Katarina Claes, Mary Hunt, and the third member of their shopping group, Maria Campbell.

"It's kind of a shame that green dress you had on a few weeks ago was too informal for this dance... The rules around it seem so strange," Maria noted.

"Sometimes I swear all the tradition and ceremony around these kinds of things was invented by some kind of misanthrope," Katarina replied, before her brain remembered exactly what, or who the green dress of Mary's had been.

Mary, however, gave a gentle smirk with her reply.

"Yes, it was such a lovely dress. Sadly it was a little fragile too, I had to send it in for some repairs."

"Green did suit you, Mary.... Did you see it, Katarina?"

"Uh... No, I think I missed that day. What kind of repairs?"

"Oh, just a few seams that weren't as sturdy as they should have been for a day to day dress... A slight redesign of it may be needed so it's not ready for a bit I'm afraid."

Mary leaned in to whisper to the slightly mortified Katarina.

"The replica looks almost exactly like you did."

"Anyway, uh, dresses for the ball! We're nearly at the tailor's row!" Katarina chased away the blush on her face.

The Tailor's Row was a street with many tailors, dressmakers, hatmakers, and assorted fabric merchants, teeming with others seeking fine clothing for the dance. The street was made more chaotic by some of the shops having set up tents to expand their floorspace, and travelling dressmakers having also set up their own stalls.

"Well, we won't be low on options," Maria noted, seeing the packed street/market.

"No, we won't. Let's get started... " Mary said with determination.

Their plan was to browse, and if any of them decided a tailor's work was the kind they wanted, the others would split off and let their friend get the ball rolling... no pun intended. The remaining two would repeat the process, and the three would hopefully meet up again later with either new dresses, or at least the orders made for them.

The trio entered one building, and found it was actually a fair few tailors and dressmakers sharing the structure.

"Oh, this might be useful, maybe we'll all find our dresses in this one place!" Katarina said.

Mary's eyes were already drawn to a dress on a dummy outside one of the tailors, though.

"I like that one there. I'll see what else they offer..."

"Huh, that was fast! I think I want something in a different style though," Maria said.

"Me too I'm afraid. Catch you later, Mary!" Katarina said.

Mary bid them farewell with some slight internal conflict. If only she'd maybe waited a little rather than being so impulsive, she could have spent some more time with Katarina.

Her efforts to hide the disappointment must not have worked as well as she hoped, she would realise a moment later, as the tailor approached.

"Good morning, young lady... Trepidation for the upcoming ball? Well, fear not, madam, for I can guarantee with my wares, you'll catch the eye of the one you fancy!" She greeted her.

She was a middle aged woman with glasses, black permed hair at shoulder length, and a red silk dress wearing a measuring tape like a scarf. She was not alone in the room, for a younger woman only a little older than Mary, probably her assistant or servant, stood quietly in the back in a fairly plain grey dress, blonde hair tied back in a short ponytail and face blank..

"Ah, yes, madam... I saw your example displayed outside and wished to see the rest of your work."

She eyed the room, noting more fine dresses on display... as well as undergarments. Which reminded her, she could use a new bra...

"Very well, my lady, please inspect these humble offerings. Any queries, you may ask myself or Selena, my assistant, to aid you."

The blank-faced woman gave a small nod. Mary examined one gown, an evening gown in yellow velvet, with pearl and lace trimmings in blue. It had a low cut decolletage and the bouffant skirt was layered in different shades of yellow, transitioning from lighter to darker as it rose up the body. A ribbon in pink silk sat at the front of the chest, the knot in the shape of a rose.

Mary felt it could be perfect... but wondered something.

"Can a design be redone in different colours?"

"Most certainly. In fact, the design you see before you has a number of other examples in my store room. Would you like Selena to fetch one in another colour?" The tailor replied.

Mary nodded.

"Yes please. Is there one in green? With maybe a red ribbon?"

"I believe there is," Selena said.

"Is there anything else the lady wishes?"

"A way to get Katarina close to my heart?" She said, jokingly.

"One of your two companions you entered with? Well, perhaps the dress will help with that...."

"Actually, I would like to purchase a new brassiere as well. It's sometimes difficult to find a comfortable one..."

"Certainly. We have all our designs displayed in a variety of sizes and shades. Perhaps this style, to give the young mistress comfort and support?"

"Yes... that might do. Perhaps in blue?"

"We should have that. If the lady will permit me to take her measurements I can see if we have prepared items?" Selena offered, and Mary allowed the assistant to work.

The stoic looking blonde nodded.

"I believe we have some items in your exact measurements. I shall fetch them," Selena said, heading into the back.

Mary was delighted. Maybe she could try on the dress, buy it, and show it off... ah, but maybe if Katarina was surprised by it? On the other hand, if she shared her dress now maybe she could see Katarina's early....

She pondered her options as Selena fetched her desired garments.

***

Elsewhere, Katarina and Maria browsed, in a large selection of dresses in one tailor's space. There were a few assistants, but all were presently busy and the pair were simply waiting a turn.

"So, I'm not sure about the colour of this one," Maria said, and then shuddered.

Katarina felt a shudder too.

"What just happened?" Katarina managed to say... before she felt herself shrinking down.

The sensation was one she somewhat recognised... but to her dismay it seemed her whole body was more collapsing in on her chest, than shifting to a dress.

Before her, she caught sight of Maria's face turn pale in surprise as she started shrinking... and her skin seemed to be turning a velvety blue?!

Katarina couldn't speak, nor could Maria, as the pair transformed quickly. Within a few moments their clothing lay piled up, with Maria's pink dress now bizarrely atop a formal ball gown in green, while Katarina's pile held two bras if closely inspected. One a pink, and the other, a blue for a larger bust.

'What happened?!' Maria cried out, from her perspective blinded, for her "eyes" were now a red ribbon.

Katarina knew what had happened, and her "eyes" were, to her dismay, staring right at the inside of her own bra.

'I didn't turn myself into this! Who's responsible?!'

Selena did not hear the query, but quietly recovered the two transformed women, a wave of her dark magic making the unwanted clothing vanish away.

'What? Who are you? What dark magic was that?!' Maria fretted, facing the blonde woman that had just vanished her clothes.

Katarina was dismayed to see her clothing vanish. She'd rather liked that dress, and only had three more like it... And if her eyes were not actually the cups of a blue bra they would have widened at the gown before her.

'Maria?! Whoever did this turned her into a dress and me into a... Well, I guess a bra?'

The other transformed girl could not communicate of course, only cry out in her mind as the blue bra was picked up, along with herself and taken away...

***

Selena returned, and Mary's eyes widened in surprise at seeing the garments she carried.

The garments both felt a flicker of hope. Mary recognised them?!

"They seem perfect! And they are in my measurements?"

If they had hearts, they would have sank, but dresses and brassieres generally lacked internal organs even for metaphorical purposes. Nonetheless, the garments were crestfallen.

"They should be, madam. If you wish to try them on, we have a changing room..." The Tailor offered.

Mary almost vibrated with delight at the prospect.

"Yes please, madam tailor!" She nearly squealed.

'Mary? Mary, please, it's us!' Maria begged helplessly and unheard.

Katarina had other worries, eye-cups locked on the ample bust of her friend.

'I really hope I'm the right size... or the catch is pretty sturdy.'

Mary was inspecting the bra already, ensuring it was the right size.

"This should be perfect... I'd like to buy it and put it on right away please?" She said.

"Of course. You may pay for it along with the dress assuming it is satisfactory."

Carefully they were carried off, and in the changing room, the dress and bra watched their friend disrobe. They had both seen it before of course, the changing rooms at the academy, but averting their eyes was possible. Here, as garments, the option to look away was limited.

And Katarina felt extremely nervous as Mary, down to her undergarments, unhooked the white bra she currently wore and picked her up.

And then she was being pulled onto the warm skin and sizeable bosom of her friend, watching her blue form pulled into place on the mirror.

"Ah, yes! A perfect fit... So comfortable," Mary sighed.

'Not so much for me...' Katarina noted.

Sure, it wasn't that Mary's chest was the worst place in the world to be (Thank goodness some boy hadn't been after a pair of briefs or someone wanted socks!) but even as a comfortable bra for her wearer, she was feeling rather a lot of strain and tension supporting the chest she was on.

As well as the very very warm sensation of being so close to Mary's skin... and the sensation of feeling certain parts of her friend very closely. Almost tickling the back of her "eyes" in fact.

And then she felt a little more strain as Mary shifted and moved, testing the fit. She even jumped up and down and Katarina felt the odd sensation of holding some very bouncy things in place very well.

"Wonderful... Maybe I should ask for a few more the same style if they have them?"

'Mary, no, they'll probably transform other students or random people! Do you want some random boy on your chest?!' Katarina protested, but was unheard.

And then Mary tried on the dress. Tried on Maria.

The shuffle and ruffle of the garment being pulled on began with undoing the back buttons, an extremely odd sensation to Maria as she felt herself becoming looser and separated.

'Mary, please... can you hear me?' She begged fruitlessly, as the last button was undone, and the built-in corset portion was untied.

Mary stepped into the dress, her legs brushing Maria's fabric, before the woman turned dress was pulled up, and began being re-tied. Maria felt herself pressed tightly on the skin of one friend, and felt the fabric of the other, as the corset helped push up the ample bust and bra over it.

Katarina for her part wanted to shudder at being sandwiched between the warm flesh of her human friend and the softness of the velvet fabric Maria had mostly become.

Mary stood with the dress on, inspecting herself, turning slightly. Maria felt her skirts swishing and waving with the movement, and her fabric rub the bra and skin of the lower chest.

Katarina felt the softness from both sides, skin and fabric both warming up as body heat was reflected back.

'Being a bra is surprisingly hot... Er, warm! Bad thoughts, Katarina, there's nothing sexy about being wrapped around the big boobies of a beautiful friend! Well, uh, not like this at least... ' She mentally rambled.

"Yes... perfect!" Mary squeed, and went out to ask opinions, as well as pay for her purchases.

"I'll keep it on for now and find my companions, let them see the dress..."

"Is the lady sure? It may be better to save it for the event..." The Tailor suggested.

"Yes, madam tailor. I hope maybe they might let me see their own dresses... I do wonder where they will have went though?"

"I am sure they're very close," The tailor smiled, with a glance towards Selena, who gave a smirk.

"Thank you once more for these delightful items!" Mary thanked the two tailors, and set off to find the friends she was currently wearing....