“This might look nice on you,” Amber said, pulling out a red-and-black shirt from the rack, “It would go really nicely with your hair…”

“I’m sure it would, but doesn’t it seem a bit pricey to you?” Brianna replied, gently putting the shirt back on the rack.

“This is the problem with going shopping with you, Brianna,” Lydia said, leaning against her girlfriend. “You’re too responsible with your money. What’s the point of shopping if you don’t buy anything?”

“Getting to see the look on your face when you find something you love?” Brianna suggested. She smiled and gave Lydia a quick kiss.

“I’m sure that’s nice, but if you wanted to see that you could just give her a hug.” Brooke said. “Give me that, Mum, if it’ll look good on her it’ll look good on me.”

It had been a while since they’d all gone shopping like this, Brianna thought. They were in a higher-end boutique in a classy neighborhood, a bit out of their usual pay grade, but her mother Amber had gotten a bonus check for her good work lately and wanted to indulge. She’d taken it as an opportunity for a family shopping trip, inviting the twins Brianna and Brooke, and Brianna’s girlfriend Lydia to join her.

It had taken some work to clear their busy schedules and get a date lined up, but while Brianna wasn’t planning to break the bank on this trip it was still worth it to have a kind of ‘girl’s day out’ with her loved ones. Sometimes you just needed a chance to put off your work and turn your brain off for some mindless fun, and shopping was a great way to do it.

“I’ve got plenty of clothes,” Brianna said. Amber pouted. “...But maybe if we find something reasonably priced at the next place I’ll pick something up.” she finished.

The group spent some more time browsing the clothes, until Brianna picked something off the wrack. “Hey, Mum, I think this would look good for you…” she said, taking out a fancy red lace-lined blouse off the rack.

“Oh? Let me see!” Amber said happily, taking the top. She matched it with a flowing dark blue skirt she’d taken from an earlier clothing rack, and nodded to herself, approving the look. ”I’ll be back, I want to try these on…” she then went to the changing room, leaving the others to continue browsing.

Slipping into an unoccupied booth, Amber disrobed quickly, and then stood in the mirror for a bit, holding the blouse and skirt in front of her. “Hmm… Yeah, I think these will work nicely,” she said to herself. As she started to put it on though, she had a sudden feeling of intense weakness. Stumbling a bit, she managed to sit herself down. “Whoa… that’s a bit out of nowhere…”

The dizziness that had accompanied it soon went away, but when she tried to stand again she found she couldn’t. The reason, it turned out, was because she could no longer feel her legs. Looking down, she saw that they’d flattened out completely, becoming thinner than the skirt she’d picked out.

While most people may have freaked out at the sight, odd as it was, for Amber it just helped her relax. Namely, because she was now pretty sure what was going on. She hadn’t seen Morgan that day, but being a shapeshifter she never looked the same day to day and could have been anyone in the store. Her friend had a bit of a bad habit of random transformations, and it seemed today it wasn’t just going to be Brianna on the receiving end.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been changed and wouldn’t be the last. Amber wondered what she was becoming this time, besides evidently clothes - Morgan sure did like inanimate transformation, didn’t she? The transformation continued, and Amber felt more and more of her body flattening out, becoming hollow. It was a strange sensation, as it rolled up her hip and then her gut. But, oddly, it felt really nice?

She slumped against the wall of the booth as most of her bones flattened and dissolved, no longer supporting her. As her head went flat, she had a brief moment where she couldn’t see anything as her vision (and other functions of the brain she no longer had) changed to be magic-based rather than biology-based. The whole experience was bizarrely pleasurable, like she was relaxing, letting go after a long day at work.  In less than three minutes she’d gone from a fully functional human being to a flat caricature.

The next stage of her transformation was more material - as she’d guessed, she was becoming clothes, and it would be more than a little gross for her to still be flesh and blood when she was worn. Oddly, she was already liking the sound of that... From her extremities inwards, her hands and feet turning from skin to cotton and changing color as they did, turning to a vibrant red.

As she changed, the door to the booth opened and a woman walked in. Today, Morgan had decided to be a svelte beauty, with milk chocolate skin and long black hair in braids, along with the usual bombshell figure. “Surprise, Amber~” she said, her voice dispelling any doubt as to her identity. “I heard about your little excursion and thought it’d be fun to pop in. Maybe help Brianna stop being so stuffy about it, huh?”

Amber couldn’t respond verbally, seeing as she didn’t have vocal cords anymore, but Morgan could hear her thoughts. “I have to say, it was pretty surprising to start turning into clothes… I look forward to seeing what you do with Brianna, it’s always so fun to watch.” As she talked, such as it was, the red cotton had claimed most of her body, and it was starting to change her shape. The pleasure picked up even more as legs began to recede into her torso, while her hands vanished and her arms started to roll up as they became significantly shorter sleeves. “Ah… does it always feel this good…?”

“You’ll get a real close look at it, I can promise you that~” Morgan said, picking up Amber as her changes approached their conclusion. Her legs were gone entirely now, opening up her chest so someone could look in and see how she’d become hollow. Her head, a featureless blob of cotton now, sagged and sank inwards, merging with her chest as it formed a plunging neckline. “And only when I want it to~ And I want you to have a good time!” Morgan slung Amber over her shoulder as her transformation finished, leaving the older woman as a nice quality shirt.

A short while later, Morgan found the rest of Amber’s group a couple ailes down from where they’d been before. “Brianna! Good to see you!” she said cheerfully, “I found a perfect shirt for you!”

Brianna didn’t have to know what Morgan was looking like that day to guess who it was. “I should have known you’d show up sooner or later…” she said with a sigh, putting the item she’d been looking at back on the rack. She looked at the shirt Morgan presented. “...Price tag?” she said suspiciously.

“Irrelevant. The owner here’s a friend of mine, she won’t mind.”

“Oh, could she get us a discount on some stuff? This all looks nice, but it’s still pricey.” Lydia asked.

“That would be nice.” Brooke agreed. “Then we can get all the stuff we want without any guilt.”

“I’ll see if it can be arranged. First, though, I think I want to see Brianna wear this~”

Morgan was being oddly insistent, considering usually by now she’d have just transformed Brianna in some capacity, either to make her some other clothes to go with or else just to make her amenable to the prospect. And Amber was taking a while… something was probably up. “...Fine, give me a minute to find something-”

Before Brianna finished her sentence, Morgan tossed her the shirt. As Brianna reached to grab it, Morgan waved a hand. At first, Brianna didn’t feel anything odd like she’d expect from a transformation. But then a cool breeze told her exactly what had been done - namely, Morgan had made her clothes vanish, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie. “What- Morgan, we’re in public!”

“Oh, it’s not like there’s anyone in this part of the store but us. Guess you should go put something on, shouldn’t you?”

“...You’re getting those back to me.” Brianna muttered, holding the shirt close to help cover her breasts. “Let me find some pants-”

“Sure, sure, and don’t worry I’ll get you the rest of the outfit.” Morgan put a hand on Brianna’s bottom and pushed her off towards the changing rooms, before turning to grin at Brooke and Lydia. Brianna left reluctantly, already suspicious of what Morgan would do next, but not really being in a state to question it.

As she left earshot, Morgan put a hand over Brooke’s shoulder. “You had some clothes you like picked already, yeah? Let’s go talk with my friend, see if we can get you sorted.”

“Huh? Uh, ok?” Brooke said, as Morgan guided her away from Lydia. Soon, she realized that she wasn’t being taken to the register - which was about when she connected the dots. “So I take it that Brianna’s going to be putting on Mum in a minute, then?”

“Am I getting that predictable?” Morgan asked, feigning surprise. “How’d you guess?”

“Mum might take her time, but she wouldn’t take that long to come back and show us how she looked in the new outfit. So I figure she’s that shirt you tossed my sister.”

“Very good! That’s exactly right~” Morgan smiled at the girl. “And I suppose I don’t need to tell you what’s happening next, then?”

“I figure I’m up next.” Brooke shrugged. “With you, it’s never really a question of ‘if’, just ‘when’, and sometimes ‘what’. Matching skirt?”

“Close.”

The pair were well out of earshot of Lydia or Brianna, and there weren’t any customers in the store besides Amber’s group. The transformation began quickly, this time from the top on down. Morgan caught Brooke as she crumpled to the ground, her face and the top of her torso already flattening out and hollowing and the strength leaving her body. Morgan set her gently on a bench, near a mirror, so she could watch her transformation.

Like Amber’s change, Brooke’s felt surprisingly good. She felt all the stress and tension massaged out of her body as it flattened out, a pleasant tingling demarcating the thin line between her normal body and the parts that had been flattened. It crept down her body at a surprising speed, her chest already hollowed out and her arms and hips following suit quickly. “This is going a bit faster than usual,” she remarked.

“Brianna’s not going to walk out of there in just a shirt, after all, and I’ll still need to grab Lydia.” Morgan explained, tracing her hand down Brooke’s thigh, gently pushing it down to help it flatten like a deflating balloon.

Brooke did enjoy transformations - she embraced life and tried to live it to the fullest, and when a certain powerful sorceress was familiar with you, transformation was something you lived with. If it was going to happen anyway, might as well enjoy it! And it certainly didn’t hurt that Morgan’s transformations tended to be pleasurable if you didn’t bother to resist. So she embraced this change just like she embraced the rest of her life as her, with her body now hollowed out and ready for further transformation, the material began to change.

Skin turned to nylon fabric as Morgan hurried Brooke’s transformation along, tugging on parts of her as they turned thin and stretchy. Wherever she pulled, the change sped up, as if she were pulling the humanity out of her - and Brooke was surprised by how the way her body started to stretch and distort felt incredibly good. “Ah, that’s really nice… keep doing that…” she asked, and Morgan was eager to comply. She hardly noticed the change in coloring, as her new ‘skin’ turned black wherever Morgan pulled. Her clothes seemed to merge with her as this went on, becoming part of the same single mass of nylon fabric.

“Coming along nicely~” Morgan said, as the last stage of the transformation started. Brooke’s top half started to fold inwards, again, and then again, receding into her legs, while her feet were sucked inwards to leave open leggings. Soon, all recognizably human parts of her had vanished, leaving a pair of pants splayed over the bench. Morgan traced a finger along each leg, leaving a line of red nylon on the black fabric, before folding Brooke up and holding her under her arm. “You look great~ Time to nab Lydia before we bring you two to Brianna.”

Morgan spent a few minutes looking for Lydia, finding her in a side section looking at jackets. “Find anything you like?” she asked.

“Oh, hello again, Morgan. I’m not actually looking for myself… I think I’ll get Brianna something…” Lydia said, examining the jackets closely.

“Maybe something that goes with that shirt I got her, and these pants?” Morgan suggested, showing Brooke to the unknowing Lydia. “I’m getting them for her too.”

Lydia nodded, a hand on her chin as she thought about it. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea… it’s a bit tighter than her usual style, but I think it’ll go with what she’s got.” As she said this, she picked out a leather jacket in roughly Brianna’s size from the rack. “What do you think about this one? You seem much more fashion oriented than I am, the nearest thing I’ve got to a fashion sense is a basic understanding of color theory.”

“I think it’ll be perfect.” Morgan said. Specifically, a perfect model. “Sit down for a second?”

Lydia wasn’t sure why she asked, but shrugged and complied all the same. It was a good thing she did, since the moment she sat down the transformation leeched the strength from her body. “Wha- oh, I get it-” she said, as her arms and legs started to flatten out. “Did you get Brianna yet, or is she next?”

“She’ll be wearing the three of you.” Morgan said with a smile. “Good job picking that out. You’ll look great~”

Lydia sighed as her body relaxed and the flattening progressed up her body. Soon her arms and legs were done, and it started on her torso. Lydia hadn’t planned on spending the next… however long, as a jacket. But then, she was sure she’d enjoy being worn by Brianna, so it was like a girl’s day out anyway. So she tried to enjoy the transformation, how her body rippled and flattened. “I know it’s not Brianna’s style, but I’m sure she’ll love wearing you anyway,” Morgan said. “Even if leather isn’t her preference, you sure are~”

As Lydia’s face flattened out and she became hollow, the material change happened now. She felt a pleasant heat over her whole body as she changed, her skin darkening and growing coarse and tough. Morgan rubbed her hands across the transforming girl’s body, helping to direct the change. “Are you going to tell her about it? Or are you going to let her figure it out?” she asked, knowing Morgan would hear her thoughts. It was hard to focus on the question, with how good she felt…

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll work it out soon enough.” Morgan assured her. “I won’t tell her who’s what, though.” While she spoke, she gently pulled at Lydia’s shoulders and pushed down on her chest, remolding her to better fit Brianna’s figure.

Before Lydia even cooled off, Morgan was molding her body, pushing down on her hollowed-out chest. She traced her finger across her body, a thin metallic zipper forming along the path. Lydia’s legs and arms receded, revealing the hollowness inside. Morgan unzipped Lydia, opening up her chest, and folded her head into it. As it faded into the pattern of leather and Lydia was completely transformed, Morgan picked her up. “I bet you two want to be worn, huh? Don’t worry, you will be soon~”

Meanwhile, Brianna was sitting in the dressing room, humming to herself and waiting for Morgan. She had put the shirt on, but she wasn’t about to walk out there in nothing but a shirt and her panties. She had effectively confirmed her suspicions, though - she’d noticed that Morgan hadn’t picked up the clothes Amber had been trying on from the floor. Connecting the dots, Brianna figured she was probably wearing her Mum, though she couldn’t hear her.

Brianna guessed right, but that was of minor concern to Amber at that point. She was reveling in the feeling of being worn. The transformation had been enjoyable, but it felt somehow wrong to not be worn by someone while she was a garment. When Brianna had put her on, had filled her with her body, it had felt amazing, and it continued to feel good as she stretched and relaxed with Brianna’s movements and showed off her body. She was a rather tight shirt, hugging her daughter’s form closely, with a low neckline that emphasized her assets.

Just when Brianna was working up the will to leave and grab some pants herself, there was a knock on the door of the changing booth. Without waiting for Brianna to respond, Morgan opened the door and thrust an arm through it, draped in two new garments. “Sorry it took so long, I had to really figure out what would go with the shirt.” she said simply.

Brianna rolled her eyes. “I take it that Brooke and Lydia helped?” she asked.

“Of course~ They were quite eager to help dress you up~” Morgan said.

Well, that meant she was being handed her sister and her girlfriend, then. “Thanks. Give me a minute.” she said. It was a small miracle she hadn’t been changed too - for once it was her wearing the former-people, not Morgan. She wondered what Morgan was planning - it couldn’t be she was tired of wearing Brianna, what with how long Brianna had spent as assorted lingerie, dresses, and jackets. Whatever the case, standing around half naked wouldn’t help her figure it out, so she pulled on the clothes.

Brooke internally sighed with satisfaction as Brianna slipped her on. It took a bit of work, but Brooke was perfectly fitted to Brianna’s body, so it wasn’t so hard. In the mirror, she could now see that she’d become a set of rather tight yoga pants, clinging close to Brianna’s legs and emphasizing her nice bottom and thighs. She felt intense pleasure at being worn, at having her hollow body filled. It was like being made whole, and she delighted in Brianna’s touch as she rubbed her down, wondering whether it had been Brooke or Lydia that had turned into the pants.

Next came Lydia, who was similarly happy to be wrapped around her girlfriend’s upper body. It felt almost like she was giving her an intimate hug after a night of passion, as Brianna slid her arms into Lydia’s sleeves. She clung to her girlfriend’s body, helping to show it off, although she did wish she had a bit more skin contact. All the same, it felt very nice to be so close to Brianna, to be worn by her and wrap around her…

Brianna had to admit, looking in the mirror, she did look pretty nice in this outfit. It wasn’t really her style - she didn’t like showing off so much, and every part of the outfit was incredibly tight, but it certainly had some style. Of course, she probably wouldn’t keep it long if Morgan was being her usual self, since she couldn’t well just keep her loved ones as clothes. She walked out of the booth, and nearly walked face-first into Morgan.

“Looking great!” Morgan said cheerfully. “I knew they’d fit you.”

“They do,” Brianna conceded, “But they’re a bit… showy? I’m not sure I’m comfortable displaying my body like this.”

“Oh, you’re too attractive to worry about that. How about I help you get over that?” Morgan asked.

Brianna rolled her eyes as she felt the transformation hit. There it was, what she’d known would be coming. The transformation began at her feet, a feeling of cold hollowness spreading up her legs. It wasn’t just there, though, also going from her hands - and it was a good thing, too, since that let her have a look at what was happening to her. She couldn’t move her hands anymore, but she could look at them. Already spreading down her arms and up her legs was a yellowish-white, artificial sheen as her skin hardened.

“What better to show off clothes than a mannequin?” Morgan asked, revealing what Brianna was rapidly turning into. “I’m thinking I’ll have the owner put you up in the store window for a bit, let you draw some customers…”

The coloring spread up her body, claiming her hips and her bust in quick succession. She felt oddly empty wherever it spread, as she hollowed out and turned to fiberglass and plastic. Down at her crotch, a hole opened, and a small one forming in her pants to match it. It felt strange, but she had the instinctual feeling it was to have a place to insert a peg, to keep her stood on a base.

“You know, it’s kind of amazing you restrained yourself this long…” Brianna said, before her lungs vanished and left her chest hollow, and her mute. She felt the rest of her torso quickly finish it’s conversion, as thin lines appeared across her legs and body, segmenting her for easy disassembly. With that, the transformation continued up her neck, and soon covered her head completely. She had the odd sensation of her hair splitting off from her head, becoming a synthetic wig rather than a part of her.

“Oh, it was hard, but once I had the idea I had to do it - whoops!” Morgan was interrupted as the newly made mannequin, lacking any means to balance itself, toppled to the ground. Morgan picked Brianna up and dusted her off. “Sorry, my bad. As an apology, I’ll make you an even better mannequin~” She said. Just a bit more magic was channeled into her, prompting further transformation.

Brianna couldn’t look down to see what was happening to her, but she could feel it. Her modest bust expanded into an impressive set of melons, while her hips and thighs thickened considerably. She grew a decent bit taller, and overall took on a more mature figure, with her assorted clothes changing to match her. At the same time, Morgan ‘helped’ her pose, having her put a hand on her hip and thrust out her chest to help better display her clothes. “There we go… nearly perfect… just one more thing. Need to help the customers see themselves in those clothes right?” Morgan rested a hand on Brianna’s face, and the mannequenized girl felt a strange… buzzing, over her face, as Morgan ran her hand along it. When Morgan withdrew, Brianna’s face had been magically sanded down, leaving the mannequin completely unrecognizable as Brianna but for her hair.

With that, she picked Brianna up and carried her out into the shop. Morgan looked around for a few minutes, spent a bit of time convincing the cashier to let her see his boss, and then slid into the back room to see them. “Hey, Allison~” she said cheerfully as she embraced her friend.

“Morgan! Good to see you.” The owner of the boutique said, as she returned the hug. “What brings you here? If you’re planning your usual tricks, can it wait until after the shift’s up?”

Brianna was kind of surprised that Morgan had friends outside of Brianna’s circle, and her own relations. Morgan shook her head. “No, no, it’s not that this time. I was wondering if you were looking for a new display mannequin? I saw a couple empty stands across the shop.”

Allison looked at the mannequin in Morgan’s arm, and shrugged. “If you’re offering. I see you took the liberty of dressing it up already?”

“A demonstration, of course. Do whatever you want with her.” Morgan said.

A bit of chatter later, and a bit of haggling, and Morgan walked out of the shop with a gift card, while Brianna and company were left in the owner’s hands. Morgan hadn’t bothered to mention that Brianna and the clothes she was wearing used to be people, so Allison didn’t treat them like it. As far as she was concerned, they were objects, merchandise.

Brianna was rather more full-figured than many of the mannequins, and Allison decided to put that attribute to maximum effect. She was split at the hips, her top half (still wearing Amber and Lydia) being attached to one mannequin’s bottom half, while her bottom half (wearing Brooke) was attached to another’s top half. Instead of one curvy mannequin, there were two, one with an emphasized top half and the other with an emphasized bottom.

Brianna wasn’t sure how she’d see things when they split her body, if she’d still feel her separate halves, but when she was carried off to the upper-body section of the store her perspective followed that top half, and she felt the newly attached bottom as if it were her own. She felt a brief shock of pleasure as she was slotted onto a base, before being left to wait and display the merchandise.

For a while, it was quiet, just her and the odd staff member. But the girls had got there early in the morning, planning to hit a ton of shops on their day out, and as the day progressed the shop filled more and more. Brianna watched what felt like dozens of women come into the shop, saw them look her over with admiration for her clothes and picturing themselves in place of her blank face. And as more and more people came, more people saw her in the window or in the shop, she noticed that she felt really, really good. Whenever someone was staring at her, she had a pleasurable buzz across her body - and by noon, barely a second went by where she wasn’t being looked at. She didn’t know if Morgan had made her mannequin self supernaturally interesting, or she was just in a popular enough store to always have people looking, but she didn’t really have the mental capacity to think about it as she basked in their attention and the pleasure it brought.

Brianna had no idea how long it had been when the attention eventually dried up enough for her to get a spare thought in. The orange light of the late day was coming through the window now, so it was pretty late. She’d been in a happy, empty-headed haze for hours and hours, and was only now regaining enough of her mental faculties to notice Morgan had come back. As soon as she noticed that Morgan was staring, another shock of pleasure hit her, but since she was the only one in that part of the store she could still think enough to wonder what Morgan was planning.

Morgan didn’t talk to her or explain herself. Instead, she reached up to Brianna’s head and pulled her wig off of it. Brianna wasn’t certain what she’d expected, but she still felt the wig - and not the rest of her body. In fact, her vision followed the wig as Morgan replaced it, and then carried her off to a back room.

It was a storage room, filled with mannequins. Brianna didn’t have a good perspective to see what Morgan was doing, tucked under her arm. She thought she could see, out of the corner of her ‘eye’ (such as it was), Morgan changing the proportions of one of the spare mannequins. In short order she found herself placed on top of another mannequin. Feeling came back to her quickly, and that wasn’t all - as feeling returned, the mannequin changed. Features forming on its formerly blank face, it’s plexiglass body turning soft and fleshy. It - or rather, Brianna - was becoming a human again.

She gasped as soon as she was able to move, taking in air into her newly recreated lungs. For a few moments, she just breathed in, and out, in, and out, but eventually was able to get herself in some semblance of order again. “...Honestly, I was expecting to stay like that for a week.”

“That was originally the plan, but then I had another idea that I thought seemed more fun. I’m sure you’ll ask for some clothes, so I prepared some in advance.” She handed Brianna a fancy looking dress, as well as some lacy black lingerie.

“Who did you turn into these?” Brianna asked sarcastically, as she started pulling the clothes on.

“Well, Allison - that’s the owner of this place - is the dress. I figured that since I was planning to change her anyway and her shift was up, may as well make her into the kind of thing she sells. The lingerie used to be some lady that wanted to buy Brooke.”

“...I was joking, but I should have known, when it comes to you.” Brianna sighed, pulling the dress on and hoping the girls would enjoy it - Morgan did tend to make being worn pleasurable when she turned people into clothes. As Brianna finished dressing, she noticed something - namely, her figure. “...Ok, so why did you make me into a…”

“Sexy older woman?” Morgan finished for her.

“Yeah. Usually you don’t do this kind of thing in isolation.”

“That’s right~” Morgan said. As she did, she began to change. Unusually for Morgan’s transformations, she became less curvy. Her boobs shrank, still perky and nicely shaped but notably smaller than Brianna’s. Her bottom did the same, and her figure lost some of it’s hourglass shape. “A sexy, motherly type can’t go unaccompanied, can she?”

Morgan’s change continued, her skin lightening considerably, and her hair followed suit. Soon, she had skin nearly as pale as Brianna’s, and flaming red hair going in smooth waves down to her back. Her face shifted and restructured itself, looking younger and less mature, especially as her eyes grew slightly larger and changed to be green in color.

The woman’s clothes weren’t left alone - besides changing to continue to perfectly fit her, they also changed in style, going from a sexy little black dress to considerably more casual t-shirt and jeans. Even her heels changed to be sneakers instead. In a few short minutes, she’d gone from a bombshell mature woman, to a pretty teenager who looked like she could have been Brianna’s daughter. Something that was even more blatant as Morgan struck a little pose, and asked, “So how do I look, Mum?”

What Brianna wanted to say was a snappy ‘I’m not your mother’. She didn’t honestly feel like playing that sort of game that day. “Pretty as ever, honey!” she said instead, shaking her head after the words left her mouth.

“Oh, you’re going to want to avoid things like that, Mum.” Morgan suggested. “Can’t have people think you’re a bad parent, after all. Be a good mother, and you won’t have to worry about it~”

Brianna groaned. Of course, Morgan had to have her act the part. “...Fine, then. Let’s go get the others and then… do whatever it is you wanted us to.” she said.

The pair left the storage room and went back into the store proper, and Morgan went zipping off into the racks. “Morgan! Where do you think you’re going?” Brianna called.

“To find something nice looking, Mum~” Morgan said, as she disappeared between the racks.

For nearly half an hour, Brianna had to pursue her as she acted the part of the excited teenager - picking out clothes, discarding them just as fast. Brianna was just glad that there were so few people in the store, or else she’d be more embarrassed than she already was; already more than once she had to apologize for her ‘daughter’ as she bolted past customers or left things out of place in her search for a cute outfit.

By the time she managed to keep her still, she nearly had forgotten what she was actually trying to do; she’d brought her to the register, planning to purchase the outfit she’d found and leave. Shaking her head as she snapped out of it, she put those clothes back. “Right… enough of that, I’m going to see if I can buy the others back…”

“Might not be easy, Mum. After all, they’re on the mannequins, and not technically for sale. I’m sure we could get to the owner… oh, right.” Morgan said. Despite her words, she didn’t seem even slightly worried.

“I take it you planned for that…” Brianna muttered.

“Of course. Just use your natural weapons on the guy at the register~”

“...Excuse me?” Brianna wasn’t about to just, use her superhero abilities on a random store clerk-

“You’re a very lovely older woman, Mum.” Morgan said patiently. “He is a hormonal young man who has been watching you slack-jawed since he first noticed you. He has no power to stop you if you put in a little effort.”

“You want me to…”

“I mean, if you’d rather break in and steal them after closing, that works for me too~ But wouldn’t that be a bad example for your impressionable young daughter?”

Brianna sighed again. Morgan was being… particularly exasperating that evening. But when she made it to the checkout, she put her best into it. “Hello, young man… before I make my purchases, I had a little question?” she said. Morgan’s magic seemed to help, putting a little breathiness into her voice, a bit of seduction in her posture.

“H-Happy to help, ma’am. What d-do you need?” The clerk swallowed hard.

“Well, cutie,” she said, gagging internally at the words, “I was just wondering… I saw some nice clothes on some of the mannequins, but the only ones left in my sizes seemed to be the ones they were wearing… I don’t suppose I could ask you a favor?”

“W-We can put in an order, if you want, ma’am?”

Brianna found herself crossing her arms under her chest, as if presenting it for inspection. The young man’s eyes hadn’t gone any higher in the last thirty seconds. “Mmm, actually, I was wondering if I could just… purchase those clothes?”

“I-I- the ones on the mannequins aren’t, um, for sale…”

“Aren’t they?” she asked. “I mean, you’re near closing time, and I suspect that tomorrow they’ll be wearing something different anyway… you could just close a bit early.”

“M-Miss Allison would want to be notified-”

“And she isn’t here, is she? She must have gone home already. I’m sure she’ll like seeing some initiative in a man, to get an extra sale in…”

It was sort of… awkward, acting like that. Batting her eyelashes, talking in an intentionally sexy voice, all of it. But it came naturally due to the spells Morgan had woven, as much as Brianna would frankly rather it didn’t. She wasn’t even being seductive in her words, mostly, but she could tell she had the boy wrapped around her finger.

He looked around, and seeing no customers, turned back to her. “...Come and show me what you want…”

Ten minutes later and a gift card spent in full, Brianna and Morgan walked out of the store. Brianna had elected to put Amber, Brooke, and Lydia back on, while letting Morgan modify and wear the dress she’d given Brianna for herself. Almost on autopilot, instincts she didn’t usually have guiding her, she brought Morgan to a cheap restaurant for some food before they went home for the night.

“So, Morgan…” she started.

“Yeah, Mum?” Morgan prompted, between bites of her food.

“I was kind of… out of it. But the mannequin you put my hair on, that wasn’t the same one you turned me into, right?”

“That’s right. Allison split you up, so it was less trouble to just put you on a new one than it would be to put you back together.”

“So what happens to the, uh, original parts of me? Are they just lifeless mannequin parts now? Or is there going to be a second me running around in a month or two?”

Morgan steepled her fingers in front of her, as if thinking about it. “I would say…” she started… “Hey, miss, can you get Mum the check?”

Brianna blinked, only to be surprised as a waitress put the check down in front of Brianna. She paid in cash and brought them out of the restaurant without thinking about it. “...What were you going to say?”

“Thanks for today, Mum! I had a blast!” Morgan said, hugging Brianna tightly. Brianna gently pat her on the back, blinking in confusion.

Brianna couldn’t get a straight answer from her for that entire night, or for a long time coming, as she and Morgan returned to Brianna’s home to spend the weekend as mother and daughter.