“I’m claiming this door,” says Teysa confidently. He is one of the tallest people present. It will certainly be very fun to watch him transform. He locates door number 4, which is actually a bigger one again, and doesn’t hesitate to open it, surrendering himself to whatever transformation was to come for him.

In the cold of winter, the one bringing presents deserves nothing less

Than the warm embrace of a red and white, lovely Santa dress

“A dress…?” he wonders curiously. Of course, it is too late to back out now as the door has already been opened. The transformation will happen regardless.

    And sure enough, his skin is starting to alter a little in colour, turning a shade of red as if he is blushing. Not all parts though as his hands and wrists, his head, and his lower legs actually turn white, much like Doli Fay yesterday prior to her snowy transformation.

    Teysa begins feeling his own body up and down, looking quite lost. “I feel… a little hollow.” Why, that is no surprise at all. He is to become clothing and, unless worn, it can feel quite hollow. Naturally, he will not have to worry about that for long.

    “Whoah!” gasps Teysa in surprise as he can see his fingers retreating right into his hands while hollowing out.

    “You should sit down before you fall,” suggests Chloé while bringing forth a chair.

    Teysa nods and sits down. At least, he tries doing so. Stepping towards the seat already proves to be a bit of a challenge as his feet have begun retreating into his body as well. Nor is he able to steady himself with his hands since, well, he no longer has any hands to speak of. Luckily, the others are able to catch and help him sit down regardless.

    “This feels… nice…” he muses, mostly to himself. His skin is quickly turning into fabric while a dark brown belt wraps itself around his waist. Even his head is now beginning to shrink back into his body.

    “Please… wear… m-” his words get cut off as his voice leaves him. Dresses, after all, are unable to speak. What was his head is now turning into a white, fluffy v-neck collar designed to keep its wearer nice and warm.

    His wrists transform into cuffs of the same fluffy fabric while his legs continue to retreat. His former male hips begin fanning out while his legs merge together to form a skirt. Again, that fluffy white fabric lines the hem of the new skirt.

    And just like that, the last vestiges of his humanity leave him. His ability to move is taken from him as this man is now simply an article of clothing to be worn by a woman.

    I fish him out of the clothes that he had been wearing just now. After all, it would be quite silly for a dress to wear clothes of its own. When I hold him up, I show him off to the rest gathered there.

    “Cute!” “Sexy!” “Pretty!”

    I can’t agree more with their praises. The new dress turned out better than I had anticipated. Eagerly, I excuse myself for a moment so that I can put on my new dress and… just as I had expected, I can feel Teysa’s excitement simply by wearing him. The hollowness that this dress felt is solved so easily as he is fulfilling his new and only purpose of making me look pretty.

    When I return, the others gathered here congratulate not only me but Teysa as well. A lovely gesture as I now look quite ready for the Christmas holiday.

    “I think that outfit could use something more,” says Wolf with a hand on his chin.

    “Why yes… I couldn’t agree more,” I respond.