Brianna White was in a pretty good mood. It had been a productive day, if a late one. She’d been out until 4 AM, in her guise as the Crystal Knight, tracking a particularly evasive villain through the night. While Brianna much preferred the straight forward, stand and fight type villains, she had to admit there was something satisfying about shoving an elusive trickster type into the police car at the end of a long chase.
But still, between the physically exhausting lengthy chase, and the mentally exhausting report and debrief with the cops afterwards, it had transitioned from staying up late to staying up early, going on 5 AM and she was dead tired. She barely took the time to pull her costume off and drop off her gadgets in their appropriate places, as she slipped into the shower.
As the warm water washed away the sweat and grime of a long day’s work from her muscular body, she groaned softly. Both in appreciation of the warmth, and in annoyance that she was almost certainly going to be far too tired to be productive that day. She’d kind of hoped to go shopping, never mind dealing with the paperwork from last night’s escapades, but as it was it didn’t seem very likely for her to accomplish much but sleep, even if that did admittedly sound pretty good to her right then.
Overall, though, she couldn’t really complain. Putting away a villain always got her in an overall good mood. The superhero business was a rough one to be in, with the most irregular hours and not an amazing amount of payment, along with the constant danger. But getting another nutcase or psycho off the streets made it feel worthwhile, even if there would probably be another by the next week.
She hummed softly to herself as she made sure to wash thoroughly, before slipping back into some undergarments that she’d left for herself. She felt really tired as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, like she was about to fall over… she barely managed to keep herself upright until she could clamber into the bed.
She sighed, relaxing and letting the tension seep away from her body. She noticed that she’d left a lamp on, and reached over to turn it off… before finding that she couldn’t actually raise her arm.
She was tired, but not that level of tired. She snapped back to focus, the exhaustion temporarily filed away as she took inventory. She had minimal movement of her neck, head, and mouth. But she could not move her arms or legs at all, nevermind her core. She tried to look down at her body, and saw that it had begun to change. Her legs had stuck together and seemed to grow wider, while at the same time they seemed to almost deflate, flatten. She winced a bit as she watched her feet pull in and disappear, along with a strange feeling of…. Hollowness, where her legs were.
Brianna was no stranger to transformation; many, many villains used it to swell the ranks of their minions or else as ways to deal with problematic heroes, so the fact she was transforming didn’t narrow down the culprit much. The specific thing she was changing into probably would, if she kept her awareness long enough for that to matter. If she’d had to guess it would have been that the villain she’d put away earlier that night was behind it, but he hadn’t used any transformation powers at all, preferring illusions. There were a few potential culprits among the ranks of super-criminals, but the ones that had reason to come for her specifically were all currently locked up. At least, all of them except…
“...You’re in the closet, aren’t you, Morgan?”
From her current angle, Brianna couldn’t see the closet, but she heard the door sliding open and steps as someone left it. “Awwww, you’re no fun!” said a female voice, and a busty, beautiful woman walked into view, in nothing but a set of black lacy panties and a bra. “How’s my favorite redhead doing~?”
Brianna sighed loudly. “If I had to guess, being turned into an inanimate object. What is it this time? Sleeping bag? Ballgown?” Where her legs had merged, they’d started to flatten, and while she couldn’t really touch them to check it looked like they’d shifted in texture and material. Her already pale skin had gone stark white, and frankly they didn’t much resemble legs anymore as the material crept up her body.
“Close on the second one!” Morgan said, stepping next to the bed and rubbing at where Brianna’s legs used to be. “Ah, you’ll be the finest silk dress anyone ever did see~ I think you deserve a day off, and what could be more relaxing than having to do nothing but be worn?”
In some regards, this was a weight off Brianna’s shoulders. Morgan was a nut and by legal technicality a supervillainess, but, well, she didn’t really go out of her way to hurt people and her transformations were temporary. She wouldn’t turn her into an object and keep her that way, this was just her kinda twisted way of showing affection. That, of course, didn’t make it any less annoying that she was being transformed - especially not when it was into an inanimate object. Brianna didn’t like being changed in general, and particularly not into an object with no control over herself or what happened to her.
As the change swept over her hips, the color palette shifted; there was still a lot of white in her new silken body, but it was accompanied by some gold. This drew out another sigh. Morgan had some… interesting, fashion sense, which tended towards what Brianna considered to be trying too hard. The gold formed into a sash around the waist, the ends connected by a pretty blue gem. “So how long is this one going to be…?”
“About a day,” Morgan replied, “Need anything done while I’m walking around with you?”
“To-do list on my phone.” Brianna said, nodding towards the counter. “...I’m way too used to this.”
“You probably are, but honestly it’d get a bit irritating if you always screamed and struggled like you did the first time~”
Brianna braced as the change spread up her stomach and to her chest. Morgan waved her hand over her bust, causing Brianna to gasp as her breasts suddenly jumped a cup size, and then another - she had a nice size already, but Morgan was bringing it up significantly more. “Got to make more space, so you don’t fit so tight!” Morgan cheerfully explained, before continuing the transformation into a dress. It wouldn’t be painful, since that just wasn’t Morgan’s style, but it always felt intensely strange when a bunch of vital organs just faded from existence - she couldn’t breath, but she also didn’t need to, as her chest flattened into more white and gold and hollowed out.
“Alllmost done~” Morgan said, feeling up the silk dress and helping the transformation along as another jewel appeared where the base of Brianna’s neck had been. Brianna started to feel her head sink into her shoulders, deflating like a balloon and caving into her hollow chest, before fading entirely. Suddenly, she could see a lot more clearly. Her arms remained mostly the same besides the color and hollowing out to become sleeves.
Morgan clapped as Brianna’s transformation finished, picking her up and bringing her in front of a mirror to show her the results. She’d been transformed into a form-fitting white and gold dress, with a plunging neckline and pretty jewels on the collar and belt. She could tell that she was tailor made to fit Morgan’s figure - and it’d be a snug fit as well. Morgan liked to let Brianna get to know her body whenever she was transformed - usually by making her a rather tight fit, whether she was a pretty dress or a set of lacy panties. Brianna was sure that Morgan did it to tease her… she didn’t like being transformed, but well, when it came with the perk of getting a good feel of a curvy lady, it was hard for Brianna to stay mad and Morgan knew it.
“Looking nice, Brianna~ I look forward to getting a nice feel of you on my body~” Morgan teased, pressing the superheroine-turned-dress against herself and posing in the mirror. “Oh, we’re gonna look fabulous!”
Brianna would have rolled her eyes if she had them still. Morgan had to be delaying intentionally to mess with her. She’d already been made into a dress, now if only Morgan would stop wasting time flaunting her and just put her on! ...To get things over with, that is.
Morgan took her time putting on the dress, making sure that she allowed Brianna to feel every part of her body that she could. Which, Brianna definitely didn’t want, but since she was doing it anyway she might as well try and get some enjoyment out of the situation… it didn’t help, of course, that the hollow feeling she’d had since transforming was replaced by a shockingly enjoyable sensation of being filled as Morgan put her arms into Brianna’s sleeves, her head through the collar. It was indeed a snug fit, with Brianna hugging Morgan’s curves tightly. She’d blush if she could, since it felt… really nice. Which she knew it shouldn’t, but well, Morgan always liked messing with her victims by making it enjoyable.
“Perfect~ I have to say, dresses made out of people are somehow so much better than normal clothes~” Morgan said as she posed and strutted in front of the wall mirror, getting a nice feeling for how Brianna clung to her body. “Hope you’re enjoying yourself my lovely Brianna~ I certainly am!”
The Crystal Knight groaned, and started to wonder if this was all Morgan planned to do today. But then she picked up Brianna’s phone and scrolled through the list. “Alrighty then, looks like you had a bunch of shopping to do! We’re a bit overdressed for it, but honestly I enjoy that a lot~”
With that, she turned on her heel and started out of the house and downtown.
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“Ehehe, shopping is so much fun! I don’t know why normal people consider it a chore.” Morgan giggled as she left the supermarket, taking another bite out of a chocolate bar.
Brianna sighed internally. They’d been in there for several hours as Morgan had gone through every option on the shelves before deciding what to buy, and then had basically just purchased some bread, a few vegetables, a bunch of meat, and some booze instead of the majority of stuff on the shopping list (along with assorted soda and candy). It wasn’t entirely her fault - she didn’t often shop, and her idea of what people wanted in their stocks was a few centuries out of date. It was just this particular morning, Brianna had been along for her several hours of shopping between three stores. Brianna wasn’t sure she’d get through all the stuff before it went bad.
Well, the duration was part Morgan’s fascination with shopping… and part how every five minutes she stopped to flirt with a cute clerk or got complimented, or in one case got her butt squeezed. She seemed to be doing her level best to draw attention to herself and particularly to her dress. Not the smartest of acts when Morgan was a wanted criminal, but well, that never seemed to factor into the woman’s decision making in the first place. The compliments… felt nicer than Brianna would like to admit, nevermind how the ass grab had felt…
“Alrighty, we can just check the groceries off the list…” Morgan was muttering, bringing Brianna’s mind away from how nice it had felt to be squeezed over Morgan’s bottom. “And now… school… supplies…” Morgan frowned. “What sort of supplies do you even need for school? You just sit in a room and the teacher talks at you. That’s how it was back in my day. I kinda wonder how you even afford schooling, it’s not like you’re super rich…” she shook her head, “Well, whatever. Now if only I knew where to…” she paused, turning a bit. “Hey, Amber? That you?” she called to a woman passing nearby.
The woman turned to Morgan, confused for a second, but then recognition. “Morgan?”
Brianna groaned. The woman had the same bright red hair and green eyes as Brianna, although a bit more homely of a figure. Morgan gasped and clapped her hands with glee, walking over with a big smile on her face. “Ammmber! Good to see you!” she said, bringing the woman into a hug that pressed what figure she did have against Brianna. Which… well, that was more than a little awkward, seeing as Amber was her mother.
“It’s nice to see you as well! How’re you doing?” Amber said, pulling away, “Love the dress, by the way - as stylish and fancy as ever.”
“Why thank you~” Morgan said, cupping her breasts affectionately (and causing Brianna to squirm a bit inside - that felt very, very nice, as much as she’d rather not admit it). “I’ve wanted to try this style for a while, and just got the opportunity~ I’m doing great, thanks for asking.”
“There’s a cafe nearby that’s got some good coffee and some divine cakes to go with, how’d you like to take a break? I see you’re on some errands, but I figure taking fifteen won’t do any harm.
“Of course, I always have time for you!” Morgan smiled, and let Amber lead the way.
A few minutes later, they were sitting at a table by the window in a small little coffee shop on a street corner, chatting about this and that while Brianna tuned out and enjoyed how sitting down was causing Morgan’s bottom to press into her. She might as well try and enjoy her time as a dress, since she was stuck until Morgan decided she’d had her fun. She did, however, regain interest as the conversation took a turn.
“So,” Amber was saying, “I’ve got to ask, why’re you out shopping? You mentioned that you don’t really need to do it, most times.”
“Oh, I’m doing some stuff for Brianna. She seemed exhausted, so I figured I should do her a favor.” Morgan said.
Amber raised an eyebrow, and lowered her voice. “Now, Morgan… I know you. Whenever you say you’re doing a favor for Brianna like this, it’s because you’ve transformed her somehow. What is it this time? A nude statue? A bee-girl?” she asked. Brianna sighed - it was somewhat embarrassing that this happened so often even her mother could tell.
“Hey, I think it's a fair payment for the transformation, and she needed the break anyway!” Morgan complained, but she settled back into her seat with a smirk. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing embarrassing this time. Or at least nothing anyone can identify as her.” she lowered her voice, matching Amber’s. “The dress you’ve been complimenting this whole time? Say hi to Brianna~”
Amber frowned for a moment, but then understanding dawned on her face. “Oh… I see. I thought I hadn’t seen that one on you before.” she said. “Wow, she came out great! She’s like something you’d see a princess wearing!” She moved around in the seat, trying to get more angles on the dress. She’d seen it well enough on their way over, but she was looking with a new appreciation now that she knew who it had been.
“I know, right? I’ve been practicing, and I like to think I’ve gotten real good at the inanimate stuff. The total change stuff has always been a bit harder than just modifying what’s already there, but it’s so much fun!”
Brianna groaned. It was one thing for Morgan to wear her around, but it was another thing entirely for her mother to be looking at her like that. It was a marvel of mental resilience that Amber had so easily gotten used to seeing her daughter in so many different shapes and sizes, but perhaps one Brianna would have preferred she not learn about.
A mischievous grin crossed Amber’s features as she looked at the dress, an idea clearly forming in her head. “Say, Morgan, do you have a spare dress?”
“Of course I do. Who do you think I am? Why, do you need one?” Morgan said, although her smile made it quite clear she knew exactly why.
“You might need a spare. You don’t suppose that I could borrow her for the day, do you?” Amber asked, and Brianna cringed. “I have a party I’m going to later tonight, and well, I like my clothes well enough but it’s nothing compared to Brianna!”
Morgan smiled. “Of course, of course. I can hardly deny you when she’s your daughter, after all. I have to say, though…” she put a hand to her chin, inspecting Amber’s body. “I don’t think your figure will fit quite right… I did make her for my own, after all. If you want, though, I can fix you up so she fits like a glove~”
“Sounds like fun!” Amber said with a grin. She finished her drink, before nodding her head towards the cafe’s restroom. “Won’t take long, right?”
“Not at all!” Morgan said, downing her own and standing up.
A few minutes later, the pair were in the moderately spacious bathroom, and Morgan had slipped out of Brianna, leaving her in just her undergarments. Amber slipped out of hers as well, and Brianna wished she had eyes to close so she didn’t have to look - it wasn’t so much that her mother didn’t look good, she did, but, well… it was her mum.
Amber whistled a bit as Morgan stripped - she could appreciate a nice figure - before she started to slide into Brianna. It wasn’t an easy fit, the dress pinching in a bit too much around the waist but having far too much room around the bust, but she managed to put her on. Brianna pointedly ignored how nice it felt to be put on again, and winced a bit looking at how awkward Amber seemed in the mirror - the dress just did not fit her at all.
Morgan noticed it as well - but she smiled instead. “Now, let’s help you rock that dress~” she said, as she put a hand on Amber’s shoulder.
The change started immediately. Amber, from the legs up. Her hips filled out, while her waist pinched in. Amber sighed as the constriction around her gut eased and she could breathe a bit easier. The change continued crawling up her body, smoothing blemishes in the skin as it went and helping her fill out the dress. It reached up to her breasts, and Brianna would have gasped from the shock of them ballooning out to fill her, the top half of the dress going abruptly from loose to form fitting in a way that was annoyingly pleasurable. The rest of the change was relatively minor - a few wrinkles on the face fading, her hair gaining some volume and vibrancy. It seemed like in addition to changing the figure, Morgan had made her temporarily seem a bit younger and healthier.
Amber cupped her breasts, grinning as she examined the changes to her body. “Wow! I feel better than I have in years. And look better, too!” she said, posing for the mirror and laughing. Brianna had to admit, she did look pretty good… she just would have preferred that the dress her mum was wearing wasn’t her. She’d never hear the end of this one, she was sure.
“I figured that while I was fixing up your figure, I should give you some other benefits too~” Morgan said. “Now then, since you’re going to be taking care of that lovely dress, I think I’ve got some time to help out Brianna in a different way.”
Before Amber could ask what she meant, Morgan had begun to change. She was a shapeshifter, and took whatever form she happened to want at any given time (which usually included a bombshell figure); today she’d picked a sun tanned, blonde form. That changed rapidly, with her skin brightening in patches until it matched Amber’s tone. Her hair, which had gone down to the middle of her back, receded up to her shoulders as it shifted in shade, darkening from blonde as strands and sections started to become red. At the same time, she gained a few inches in height, and her muscles grew more developed and defined. Morgan’s bombshell figure actually reduced, her hips and bust returning to more realistic proportions. She stretched, showing off the changes as her hair finished turning red. When she opened her eyes again, they weren’t the blue she’d started with but emerald green.
Brianna stared in surprise. It was like looking in a mirror of her normal self.
Morgan yawned, stretching. “Well, that’s different…” she muttered to herself. She took Amber’s clothes from the hook she’d left them on. “Mum, you mind if I borrow these?”
“Sure,” Amber said automatically, before pausing. “...Mum?”
“...Yeah?” Morgan said… then snapped her fingers. “Oh, right. Morgan remembered all those times she got chewed out for not being convincing when she was pretending to be me. So she added some mental change this time. Basically until her spell’s up, I’m Brianna, physically and mentally.”
Amber blinked a bit, while Brianna the dress stared at… herself. She was looking for something of Morgan in there, but there really was no hint it was anyone but herself, from the posture to the diction to the way she played with her hair during a lull in the conversation. For a while at least, there wasn’t Morgan, just another Brianna.
“...Well, alright then.” Amber said after a while.
Brianna - the one that was a person, not the dress - rolled her eyes. “I can’t understand how you take everything so easy, Mum.” she said, as she magically modified Amber’s previous outfit to fit her better. She frowned a bit - Amber’s tastes were a bit fancier and less practical than her own.
“Hey, if I’ve gotta pick between worry and wonder, one of those is a lot more fun than the other.” Amber said with a shrug.
“You know, fair enough,” Brianna said as she pulled the clothes on. Then, she pulled Amber into a hug. “Have fun, Mum! I’m going to head out first, get started on the to do list,”
Amber blinked but returned the hug, leaving Brianna the dress to contemplate the… very intense feelings of being smothered between her mother’s expanded bust and her own bosom. “I’m sure I will, with this dress and a story to tell with it!” Amber said cheerfully.
“Oh, before I forget…” Brianna said as she pulled back, “Morgan set the spell so that the other me will change back when you change into your night clothes. Maybe don’t leave that too late? I’ll be fine for the party probably but don’t decide to sleep in me or something.”
Amber nodded. “Sure thing, honey. You go have a nice day.”
As Brianna left, Amber took a few more moments to pose in the mirror. “You know, honey,” she said cheerfully, “I’m really looking forward to this mother-daughter bonding time~”
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About an hour later, Amber stepped into the party.
It was a sort of office party, celebrating a big budget increase or something - Brianna wasn’t quite sure and she wasn’t in much of a state to actually ask any kind of questions. Most people there were in business casual, leaving Amber seeming a bit overdressed. Not that anyone could complain - after Morgan’s changes, she rocked the dress.
The first few people she met, didn’t comment on it; Brianna suspected they were coworkers but in the sense of working for the same place rather than working with Amber directly. But it wasn’t long before Amber ran into some people that did know her.
“Amber!” a young woman said, “Glad you could make it. I thought you might not be coming since you were a bit late…” the woman trailed off as she approached, and actually caught sight of Amber’s body. “Well… you seem… I didn’t think…”
Amber grinned. “Michelle, good to see you! Sorry, I got sidetracked by a friend on the way. What do I seem? Do tell, I won’t be insulted.” she said. Brianna sighed - sometimes, her mother seemed to enjoy Morgan’s help a bit more than she should.
“I, uh… nice dress! The others are at the drinks table, so if you want to come over…” she nodded over to the table where a few others were, and Amber walked with her a bit.
“When did you get such big boobs?” one of them said immediately upon seeing Amber. Michelle elbowed him in the ribs, while Amber just laughed.
“An hour ago, Ted. You know Morgan, right? Well, I ran into her on the way here and we got to chatting, and I mentioned the party. She had a real nice dress I wanted to borrow, but I didn’t fit it. She helped me out.”
The man who had pointed it out, Ted, whistled in appreciation. “Gotta say, she does good work. Where’d she get the dress?”
“Brianna.” Amber answered simply. Brianna winced internally. She wasn’t about to… she wouldn’t, right…?
“I didn’t think Brianna was the type to own anything in less than two pieces.” Michelle said.
“Oh, you misunderstand,” Amber said. Of course she was about to… Amber lowered her voice and leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. “The dress is Brianna~ You know how Morgan is with her~”
Both Michelle and Ted blinked with surprise, but evidently weren’t too taken aback. Morgan’s antics were pretty well known among Amber’s social circle, and her love for transforming Brianna in particular. Brianna would have turned scarlet if she still had blood. This was… well, embarrassing was the most mild way she could put it. Humiliating? Shameful? She’d never live this one down, she was sure - she made a note not to come to Amber’s office for a while.
“Well then, I guess the dress really is one of a kind then! Red carpet ready, for sure!” Michelle said after a bit, breaking the slightly awkward silence.
“Uh, hi Brianna, then?” Ted said. “She’s still aware right?”
“Oh, of course,” Amber said, “Morgan usually doesn’t mess with her mind too much. I’m sure she’s thinking hi back.”
Brianna was not saying hi back, she was fervently hoping that they went away.
“Honestly, I’m wondering how you feel about… well, wearing your daughter…” Michelle trailed off.
“She’s the nicest set of clothes I’ve ever worn, honestly. Silky smooth… wanna touch?” Amber said, offering her sleeve.
Michelle blinked, but did rub at the sleeve. Maybe a bit too much - Brianna kinda felt uncomfortable about it. “Wow, you’re not kidding… anyway, that’s not what I meant, I meant like, how do you feel about the fact that you’re wearing her, not how she feels to wear.”
“Oh, honestly? I was a bit surprised at first, but in a way it’s like being super close to her. It’s kinda reassuring, since this way I know for a fact nothing is happening to her.”
Except lethal levels of embarrassment, maybe, Brianna thought.
“And she’s just… ok with this?” Ted asked.
“Oh, for sure. I can’t really ask her right now but Morgan assures me that all the transformations are super enjoyable, and I don’t have any reason to doubt her. By the way…” she took out her phone, and handed it off to Michelle. Brianna felt a sudden, intense dread... “Want to take a picture? It’s gonna be ages before I get a chance to look this nice again, and I can’t just let a dress as nice as Brianna go without a photograph.”
Brianna corrected her earlier assessment - she would never get within a mile of this building again for fear of being reminded of this.
Amber posed and strutted like a model on the runway, letting Michelle and Ted take pictures from every angle and enjoying every moment of it. If Brianna was honest about it, the sensation of it was incredibly enjoyable - she just wished it hadn’t been her mum wearing her at the time.
After the impromptu photo-op, Amber got another drink and went to mingle and match with the rest of the partygoers. She made sure that Brianna would never live this down by telling anyone who’d listen about how pretty her daughter was as a dress and how it felt so nice - Brianna probably got her sleeve, hemline, and even neckline by one particularly bold person, felt by half the people in the party. She had to admit, though, that it was nice to see her mother having so much fun even if it was at her expense.
The party wound down a few hours later, and Amber called a cab - she’d gotten more than a few drinks, and Brianna had been treated to the… unique, sensation of wine soaking into her silk once Amber got tipsy enough her hand couldn’t keep steady. As she climbed into the taxi and gave them her address, she leaned against the window, relaxing from an afternoon of fun.
“Honestly,” she said after a bit, “This was really nice. It was good to spend some mother-daughter time with you - you’re always so busy with work and school…”
Brianna couldn’t help but agree. Mortal shame and annoying stains in her collar aside, it was nice to see her mum happy and hear some about how things had been going for her. Maybe once her mom changed out of her, they could take some time to chat. It’d be fun to have some time together while both could actually speak. Assuming Amber wasn’t so drunk she conked out on the bed without taking her off, at least…
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Damnit Mum! Brianna shouted in her mind, as Amber fell on the bed.
She couldn’t hear Brianna, but she stretched and yawned. “I’ll be a minute…” she managed, as she closed her eyes.
Brianna waited. But she could feel how Amber’s breathing slowed, saw her eyes close… and she was still wearing her.
Mum, come on! It’ll be all night like this! Brianna thought desperately. But it was no use - she was just a dress without a voice, and her mother had fallen fast asleep...