[F TF, Hair/Breast/Ass Growth, Skin Fabricification]

Gabrielle meandered across the grass of the campus quad. Paul seemed to have vanished right after the class ended. He was acting really odd, and Gabrielle wasn't sure what to make of it. She pulled out her phone to text him, asking what was up. The school bells started to chime, indicating that it was noon.

She didn't get too far with the text, however. She felt a strange tingle across her skin that was quickly followed by a humming noise. She set aside her phone back into her purse and looked around. Everyone else seemed just as confused and disoriented as she was, searching for the origin of the sensations in the air around them.

A second bell struck the air, though its note seemed unending. With a sudden thrumming noise the air felt electrified. It was a similar feeling as to when your hair stood up on end, except far more intense.  Gabrielle breathed heavily, trying to figure out what was happening. She started running for the nearest building, quickly joined by some nearby students that decided to follow her. They almost made it, but as they got close they suddenly lost their footing.

Instead of the students falling on their faces, they remained nearly in place. They looked down and saw that they hadn't slipped, but instead they were no longer in contact with the grass. Their legs aimlessly dangled and kicked in midair, unable to propel them forward.

Someone screamed, but Gabrielle was too enrapt in what was happening to look over at them. She was floating roughly a foot above the ground, seemingly not rising any higher. Whatever this was, it didn't seem to want to pull everyone away to space. Gabrielle dropped her purse, her fingers numb from the tingling. To her surprise it continued to float next to her, seemingly frozen in time.

The tingling became more intense, her body feeling as though it were on fire. She slowly rotated in place, spinning as her hair passed her face. Was it getting longer? She reached out and grabbed a few strands. She never kept it short, but she didn't remember it brushing against her hips! It flowed through her fingers, spreading out in the air as she slowly spun around.

The tingling grew again, and she felt itchy. Her clothes rubbed against her skin and it almost hurt on contact. She glanced over at the other students - upside down from her perspective - and most of them were surrounded by a cloud of their own clothes, suspended similarly around them like her purse.

'Fuck it,' she thought to herself, starting to strip off the sweater and the shorts she had been wearing. Her shoes and socks similarly came off next. Her fingers hesitated over the hooks of her bra, but she found herself breathing a sigh of relief. Whatever sensation had been driving her mad wasn't going to leave her completely nude.

Her fingers felt contact against them. She looked down, her breasts filling out the black lace pushup bra she had been wearing. Strangely, they seemed to be more than filling the bra, lifting on their own to be perky and full. The plush surface squeezed against her fingers, and she shivered. She could feel the bounce in them; the new substance they had was surprising.

Then, she suddenly realized something:

She could feel herself touching them.

She looked down: her fingers were still pressing against the cup of her bra, but she felt it as though she were touching bare flesh. Her nails running over the lacework of hearts and flowers sent goosebumps through her skin - and through the material of the bra. She could feel it as if it were part of her. She stared at it, mesmerized. The skin around it rippled and shuddered, rolling like waves before disappearing under an advance of the black lace, except instead of subsuming her it seemed to convert the skin into more of itself. It rapidly overtook her chest, enveloping each of her breasts to stand on their own as black lace orbs. Her fingers brushed against her nipples and she couldn't help but squeal from the sudden pleasure, the lacy bundles that had replaced them were super sensitive. The changes advanced down her arms - and up her neck, she presumed, though she couldn't see it - and Gabrielle felt a giddy rush.

She had no reason to be excited - something like this should be terrifying, but she was so turned on by watching the surging tide of black fabric over her skin. It finally reached her fingers, covering them in intricate patterns that she couldn't help but marvel at.

Gabrielle rested her palms against her bare torso, feeling her skin underneath her fabricified fingers. It was the reverse of what she had experienced when holding her breasts, and it felt equally strange. Her skin was flat and smooth, while her fingers were textured. The sensations sent shudders of pleasure through her frame, and she watched the pale expanse of her belly become dark cotton with lace spinning patterns over it. The seams to her panties - a matching black lace thong - disappeared, and she knew it was similarly absorbed into her skin. Her fingers slipped between her darkening thighs, and Gabrielle expressed a sigh of relief. Her genitals were still present, with a warm glow emanating from within.

Gabrielle smirked, crossing her legs in mid air. It was as though she was sitting, except she had continued her aimless spinning around. She held her top foot in her hand, watching as the black lace slipped across it. Like her legs and the hands holding it, her foot took on the appearance of being encased in a beautiful stocking, except this stocking she could feel through, and was part of her skin.

She drifted toward the ground - it seemed whatever was happening was nearing its conclusion. Gracefully, Gabrielle extended her legs in time to stand on the grass. Her fellow classmates were not as lucky, most ending up laying prone.

Their clothes suddenly fell to the ground. Whatever had happened seemed over. The clock tower finally finished chiming the second bell, and dutifully counted out ten more notes. Gabrielle took a step forward to collect her belongings, and gasped.

Her feet felt electrified! Another few staggered steps from shock left her flat on her rear. She was gasping looking down at herself and the seamless sea of black cotton. Gabrielle's fingers found their way across her thighs and she couldn't help but moan. The sensual feeling - both mentally and physically - that one usually felt when touching lacy undergarments seemed to be amplified across her entire body! It took all her will power to stand up and shuffle her way through the grass to her belongings. She bit her lip, feeling more lacework hearts and flowers there. Whatever had happened seemed to be affecting everyone… she needed to find Paul, and make sure he was ok.