(Man to Naga, Woman to Kimono)


Tom sent Claire a grin.  She smiled back, though hers was a good deal more uneasy.  They’d been friends for many years, and though they’d never really gone beyond that, Tom had been able to drag her into more than a few harebrained schemes.  Claire had no idea where this one would end up on the list, but it’d probably be pretty high.
Tom had called her over to help him out with ‘business’.  Apparently he’d done voice acting for a game and would be going on tour.  He said he needed a mascot for it, and she agreed without realizing what was in store for her.  She’d assumed it would be a simple bit of cosplay, but one look at the game’s cover dispelled all of those illusions.
“Kawaii Kimono Snake Slasher?”  She read the name flatly, looking again at the box art.  The main character looked to be a man with the lower body of a snake.  He looked to be in the middle of cutting apart a zombie’s skull, a fountain of rainbows jetting out from the slice.
“It’s a retro game, people will love it.”  Tom said confidently, searching her face for approval.  Well, good luck with that one, she thought.
“Mm-hm.”  Claire nodded.  “And I guess you’re not going to be using ‘traditional’ makeup for this role?”
“Hell no!”  Tom offered her a high-five which she promptly declined.  Tom happened to be an accomplished magician, and she knew that this was going to be a lead-in for her helping him out by letting him change her.
When they’d first met she didn’t believe in magic.  A few hours as a dove had changed that pretty solidly.  And ever since, he’d continued to ask her for favors like this.  Not that she usually minded—there was something thrilling about taking on another form.  But reptiles?  Not really her thing.
“I’m sensing you’re maybe not totally on board with this?”  Tom asked.  Claire looked up to find him taking off his pants.
“Ah, what the hell?”  She held the box over her eyes, shielding her vision.
“No no, it’s cool!  Just check out my transformation and then tell me this isn’t an awesome idea!”  Tom grinned, kneeling down in front of Claire.  She watched as his legs conjoined; then lengthened, bringing him back up to his usual height in a matter of seconds.
Scales overtook flesh, a wave of emerald green cloaking his skin.  His soles pressed together, his toes fusing just as his feet had.  The muscles beneath his skin rippled, and Claire watched his legs continued to slim down and lengthen, leaving him with a long, serpentine tail.
Tom’s ears grew to points, and his eyes became yellow and slitted.  He flashed a smile at Claire and she caught that he had a pair of serpentine fangs.  The changing man flexed his arms, huffing slightly as he grew in a set of hard abdominal muscles.
“Like what you see?”  He grunted, rolling his shoulders.
Loathe though Claire was to admit it, she did.
“Come on?  You in, or are you in?”  He grinned, slipping off his shirt and admiring his new body.
“Oh, okay.  That’s actually pretty hot.”  Claire breathed, looking at the lamia before her with undisguised anticipation.  Though she started today thinking that it’d be a total loss, this could end up being fun.  
“That a yes?”  Tom waggled his fingers, energy trailing along his digits.
“I’m in.”  Claire nodded.
“Perfect!”  Tom fired at her chest, and Claire grinned at the sensation of impending changes.  It was always a faint electric tingling, the sensation of her hairs standing on end across her body.
“So, when am I getting a tail?”  Claire glanced to the game’s box art, noting the love interest in the corner.  She was just as attractive as the main character, a sense of alien flirtatiousness about her.  Claire looked down to see that her legs were already fusing, becoming a shade of blue.  It was a little different from the box art, but maybe it was tacky to see two lamias that were the same color.
“Tail?”  Tom leaned back on his tail, a devilish smile on his face.
Well, that was never a good sign.  Claire looked down, seeing that the blue wasn’t stopping at her waist.  It continued up her arms, past her neck.  She reached down to feel at her legs, the woman’s eyes widening as her fingers brushed against what felt like cloth, not scale.
“I’m the snake slasher, you’re the kawaii kimono!”  Tom laughed despite the look of horror on Claire’s face—or perhaps it was because of her expression.
Claire’s hands felt numb, and she looked down to her arms in surprise.  Her hands looked to be turning into a deep shade of indigo, and the skin on her fingers fused together, leaving her with rounded nubs at the end of her arms.
Her arms deflated, and Claire screamed as her hands opened down the middle.  It felt like her hands, her arms were hollow.  She realized that she could feel the insides of what had to be sleeves rubbing against each other, and she glared at Tom angrily.
“Why in the hell didn’t you just change some of your clothes into a kimono?”  Claire shrieked, windmilling her sleeves as her legs gave way beneath her.  She fluttered, rather than fell, to the ground, and Tom caught her sleeves, looking at her with an abashed grin.
“I get lonely sometimes.”  He shrugged.
“Lonely!  Why don’t you just fmmm!  MMM!”  Claire’s eyes widened as her mouth sealed over, not even so much as a seam in the smooth cloth where her lips had been.  Her eyes started to shut next, and she whimpered as she felt them fuse with the rest of the silken fabric of her form.  Claire’s nose and ears soon followed, and then her head sank into her collar, her hair stitching itself together.
She tried to do everything in her power to hurl obscenities at him, but she couldn’t do more than lie quietly on the ground, feeling the rest of her body transform, her legs shrinking back into a torso which soon became hollow.  Stitching and what was no doubt patterning formed along her fabric, faint prickling sensations that made her feel... tighter, more put-together.
She felt a scaly tail slide around her, lifting her in the air.  Then a pair of warm hands gripped her form and suddenly Claire’s world was graced with light, then color.  She could feel herself in two places at once: the cloth kimono that was being held, but also a metal pin on its collar.  Though it was stuck inside of her, Claire felt no discomfort.
In fact, she felt a little elated, being able to see out of the small iron serpent.  Claire realized that despite being entirely inanimate, she could still feel everything, though her body seemed to know nothing of pain—only pleasure.
Tom slipped one of his arms into her sleeves, and Claire found herself thankful she was unable to speak.  If she were, she’d surely have moaned loudly with pleasure, her sleeve hugging nicely against his every muscle.  She could feel her cloth absorb the faint sheen of sweat he’d built up during his changes, a refreshing cool in contrast to the heat of his body.
His other arm slid into her, and Claire felt herself press snugly against Tom’s back.  He pulled her around him, grabbing a silken cloth to tie her around his waist, and Claire could perfectly picture the outline of his abdominals, her fabric nestling against him, draping over him.
Tom turned, and the world spun around Claire, her fabric fluttering with the motion.  She watched herself in the mirror, admiring well she looked on the lamia.  She still hated the fact that she changed her, but on the other hand at least she looked nice.  Maybe when Tom changed her back, she’d go a little bit easier on him.  Just beat him within an inch of his life.
Tom rolled his shoulders, running his hands along the kimono on chest and trailing his tail along the fabric back.  “You like that?”  He grinned at his reflection, not knowing how Claire was inwardly shuddering with pleasure, practically melting against him.  He tweaked her collar with his fingers, and she could almost feel herself groan in bliss.  Okay, maybe she’d beat him within two inches of his life...