Request for: @Teysa02

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“My, my, won’t you look at that? The spell really made short work of you. It honestly surprised me, most spells take a couple of minutes, and yours only a few seconds. You came out beautifully too. What do you think?” The woman playfully teased, she knew full well her dress couldn’t speak.

If he could, he didn’t know what he would say. All this happened so suddenly, one moment he was relaxing in the park the next, he was wrapped around this stranger. He didn’t even know her name, though he now certainly knew her body.

All his senses were focused on it. Every bit of him was wrapped tightly around this possible witch, it felt like he was about to burst. The way he specifically surrounded her breast and butt especially. The heavy load up top was doing numbers on his thin, fabric form.

That paired with the smells terrified him. This was something that shouldn’t be possible to experience, yet, the longer he was worn the more real it became. Although, it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it was honestly kinda hot. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be this tightly wrapped around a woman?

Listening to her dress’ thoughts, she was pleased. Most new clothes tried to dissuade themselves from enjoying their transformations. Most took days before they started to like it, maybe even love it. Yet this guy had started to relish in it after only a couple of minutes.

That was to be expected though, those like him often did. He was a young man after all, and from the looks of it, he didn’t seem to have a partner. That was the best part of transforming people like him. If her clothes weren’t dating anyone they’d focus all their attention on her.

With just her curves she’d settle them into their new lives as clothing, like her dress right now. Soon enough he became even more comfortable, another great side effect of the transfromee being lonesome. Sure, non-mage clothing felt great, but once they relegated themselves to their fate they’d feel a whole lot better.

This was his fate after all. The specific brand of transformation spell she used ensured it. From now on that young man would no longer be a human, but a dress. With the looks of it, neither the dress nor the woman would mind this outcome. 

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