Sable had collected a number of materials into the living room, and we sat on the floor looking over them. Dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes, a makeup kit, nail polish, hair curlers… plus, of course, a mirror had been moved into the room for whoever was going to be trying this stuff on. Not exactly anything I would normally look forward to interacting with, but Lyris seemed pretty interested in learning about each of the items and comparing them to local equivalents on her world.
Sable made no effort to get me to interact with these items, however; it seemed this was primarily for Lyris’s benefit, though I bet she wanted me to get familiar with them anyway. Instead, she passed me a scroll and a magic marker. As in, a marker filled with magic ink of some kind, like the one she drew the familiar contract sigil on my arm with.
The scroll was generically labeled “Enchant Armor”. Apparently this was originally designed in another time or place as an overall improvement for armor, but it worked on normal clothing as well. It seemed that for an enchantment I’d need to memorize the sigil and then draw it on the item with the magic marker.
Going over the description, it seemed to give a number of benefits to the enchanted item: wear and tear to the item would self-heal over time as long as the wearer had mana, and the item would adjust to fit the wearer through a fairly decent range of changes to body size and shape. Convenient.
More costly inks and complex versions of the sigil could be drawn to improve the defensive properties of the armor, but since I was just dealing with my wardrobe the base-level ink and sigil that Sable gave me would work fine. I spent some time memorizing the sigil while Sable was curling Lyris’s hair.
The sigil seemed simple enough, so I fetched a pair of shorts from my room to test it on. The girls seemed pretty interested in how well I was going to draw this sigil on the inside of the shorts, so they paused what they were doing while I drew it.
The moment of truth: I pressed my fingers to the sigil to fill it with my mana, and the size and shape of the shorts changed a bit to accommodate the changes to my hips and thighs. A slit formed in the back where my tail should come out. I was a little disappointed that it didn’t have the convenient button-up design that the loaner pair from Sable had, and as I thought about that, they shifted again, apparently reacting to my wants and needs.
The slit modified, turning into a mirror of the fly on the other side (sans zipper) and a button seemed to crawl out of the depths of the shorts to form the closure. I was a little confused about where that came from until I remembered that a lot of clothing that used buttons came with a spare sewn into the inside.
Figuring I didn’t really care if these two saw my panties at this point (it was a slumber party and they’d both seen me in more compromising situations) I dropped my skirt and pulled on the shorts. They were comfy and easy to wear. Perfect. Sable applauded.
“Nicely done. Now you can adjust garments for yourself or Lyris. Feel free to run that marker dry for your wardrobing needs. I’ll just make you harvest more ingredients anyway.”
Since Sable had brought out some garments that interested Lyris but ultimately wouldn’t fit her due to her body shape, I decided to make myself useful by enchanting them. I started with a dress, since she’d given me one of hers, drew the sigil, and ran my mana through it until it adjusted a bit. It didn’t seem like the back had adjusted to fit Lyris’s wings. Lyris still looked enthusiastic, though.
“Oh, you are going to try that one on, Morgan?”
“Uh, I meant it for you to try on…”
“Then you should not have given it your own mana. Now it fits you. Enchanted clothing will draw mana from and attune to whoever wears it passively, regardless of their ability to manipulate mana, or what kind of mana they have.”
“My mistake. Sable, how do I fix it?”
Sable looked up from sorting through a bag of nail polish. “Oh, it’s already got a full charge, it should discharge in a few days though.”
Lyris smiled. “Well, then you might as well try it on for now.”
“That’s… I prefer male clothes, actually.”
Lyris nodded. “So, you really were male before, then. Wearing women’s clothing must seem intimidating.”
That wasn’t really the point… or was it? Did I actually have a problem with women’s clothing, or was this just an irrational hangup? Screw it, it’s not like I’m going out tonight.
“Well, it’s not very practical, but I suppose it can’t be any more embarrassing than the dress you made me wear.”
Throwing indiscretion to the wind, I got out of my shorts and t-shirt and pulled the dress on. This time both Sable and Lyris applauded.
Sable smiled wryly, like this had been her plan the whole time. “There, was that so hard? You look great.”
The mirror confirmed it. I did look great, though I still wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea of looking good in a dress.
“Green really is your color, I like this look for you,” said Lyris, before getting a bit of a curious look on her face. “So, what did you look like as a male?”
Pulling out my phone, I brought up a few photos I had. She was pretty interested both in the photos and the ability to zoom in and out by pinching, catching on quickly as she swiped between the photos.
“You seem to have been a handsome male, though… would the outfit in this image be considered fashionable in this world?”
I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans of some kind in each of the photos. “No,” I had to admit. “It’s comfortable, but not fashionable.”
“Well, if you have any fashionable male outfits, I would like to see you wearing them some time.”
I wasn’t really sure what to make of that or how to respond, but I nodded, supposing it was a compliment. I sat back down, keeping the dress on, and started enchanting another item for Lyris. Meanwhile, Sable started showing Lyris some sort of nail polish and applying it to her talons.
“So, this is a clear coat. You can either wear it by itself or sandwich a color polish in between two layers. Unlike a mundane clear coat this will make your talons significantly more durable, and if you’re into that sort of thing you could sharpen them first to make them pretty dangerous.”
Hmm, painting my nails wasn’t super enticing but making them more durable had some practical merit… I paused my work and pushed my own hand and foot claws out to inspect them. There was some subtle wear and chipping in both sets. I used my toe claws extensively for running and climbing, and my front claws for both climbing and fighting. If I had to fight anything better armored than a cockatrice I’d be glad for some enhanced claw durability. Just a clear coat should be fine.
“Can I… try that next?”
A few hours later, I returned to my bedroom wearing yet another dress and carrying a small stack of clothing, not entirely sure what happened. I looked down at my claws, looking over the matte green polish I’d ultimately been talked into. Sable had said “Lots of guys wear nail polish, and look, this color isn’t particularly feminine but it does match your eyes.”
One thing led to another. Sable wanted to demonstrate how to apply human cosmetics to Lyris, and I ended up letting her demonstrate it on me. I was at least a little curious how I’d look in makeup anyway, and it was hard to deny the effect was attractive.
Sable had given me a pack of makeup wipes and told me to make sure I took it off before going to sleep. She’d had some lipstick that matched the nail polish, and some eye shadow that worked well. Things deteriorated from there, and I just tried all the girl shit they had available.
I stared at my newly made-up face, unsure of how to feel about it before ultimately wiping it all off to get in bed. But not before getting a selfie. I had a bit of an awkward smile but otherwise it came out nicely enough. Soon enough, I’d wiped the makeup off and taken off the dress, revealing some black lacy lingerie I’d also been encouraged to try. It felt nice, so I left it on as I crawled into bed, still feeling a bit of a high from exploring my feminine side tonight.
Settling in, I tried to get to sleep, but I had a lot of thoughts to think about tonight. Thoughts about my future, thoughts about my past, thoughts about my identity. I tossed and turned and flipped off the blankets, feeling a bit hot. As I laid there trying to get cool in the summer night air, I gradually came to realize the heat was concentrated deep down in my belly and was spreading to my loins. I was getting horny, and wondered if the idea of accepting this as my new reality was turning me on, or if something else had triggered it.
Well, whatever, the cure for horniness was pretty good in this body. I pulled out myvibrator and started working myself, using my fingers on the inside and the vibrator on the outside to stimulate something that I had to assume was my clit. Really needed to get a diagram and identify all the parts sooner or later. After several minutes I climaxed, but I couldn’t help but feel it wasn’t as good as last time. Neither did the feeling of warmth and horniness dissipate as much as I’d hoped.
After a few minutes rest I tried going again, but was having a harder time of it. Then, for the second time in three days, a girl walked in on me while I had my fingers in my twat. This time, however, it was Lyris. She had a negligee on and looked a bit flushed, but she closed the door behind her and approached.
“Sorry to interrupt you, but I imagine you’re not having much better luck at this than I am.”
I had the sense to power off the vibrator and take my fingers out of my twat this time, which was an improvement over the first night.
“Lyris, is this—”
“The urge to copulate together, yes. It will not go away easily unless we satisfy one another.”
“...And do you… want to?”
“Yes. It will be hard to sleep tonight if we do not. I hear the first night is the worst.”
“Does that mean you—”
“It does not mean anything, Morgan. We are both going to be frustrated all night unless we do this. We can work out our feelings and our relationship when we are in our right minds.”
I considered this for a moment and saw an intensity in her eyes that I couldn’t really read, and all I could feel across our link was lust.
“Morgan, unless you have any objections I am going to take you now.”
I lost my composure at that, the heat seeming to rise to my head, and I couldn’t respond coherently except to nod.
Within a heartbeat she was on me, pressing her lips into mine and exploring my body with her hands. Lyris started planting a trail of kisses down my face and along my neck, and I hesitantly reached up and started exploring her as well. She suddenly grabbed my hands and stretched them out to the sides, pinning me down. “Not yet, cat. Patience.” She then brought the edges of her wings down on my wrists, keeping them held in place. They were a lot stronger than I expected, but in a moment of clarity I supposed they were at least strong enough to lift an entire girl off the ground and into the air.
With my arms pinned down and her hands freed up, she went back to doing whatever she wanted, tantalizing me and tracing lines across my soft skin, seeming to enjoy the feeling of my firm muscles just beneath. I loved what she was doing but at the same time wanted her to just get on with it, but I knew she was drawing things out to drive my anticipation, my need. She took one hand away from me, likely repurposing it to get herself properly ready, and after a bit of that she brought her face back up to mine, our lips nearly touching, and I could see the desire in her eyes.
“Morgan, you might have been a man before, but tonight I am going to teach you how women make love together. Are you ready to learn?”
The aching between my legs was intense, and I wanted nothing but to learn what she had to teach me. In response to her question, I pushed upward and kissed her.
Bright light streamed through my window, disturbing my peaceful slumber. There was a comforting weight on me that I knew was Lyris, or rather one of her wings wrapped over my otherwise naked torso. We’d pulled the sheets up a bit when we finished last night, but Lyris apparently sleeps laying stomach down due to her wings, and those wings seemed to go wherever they wanted in her sleep. While one of them was neatly tucked against her back, the other was splayed across me, her feathers soft and warm. It was a nice feeling but I’d had to pull the blanket down to avoid overheating.
I slowly stirred, but she seemed to sense my intent to get up and pressed her wing down over me, signaling me to stay. I looked over at her face and saw her watching me. I could sense a calm contentment from her. I gave her a nervous smile, and she smiled back.
“Morning, kitty. Sleep well?”
“Yeah, I did. How’d you sleep?”
“Very good, you tired me out quite well. What was the English term for…”
“I think that particular act could be called scissoring, or maybe tribbing… I think scissoring is just one way to trib?”
“If you only became a girl a few days ago and this was your first time, how do you know that?”
“We have this… informational resource called the internet. It contains a lot of reference material about this kind of thing.”
“The internet, you say. We have an illustrated manuscript of various positions and techniques, animated by magic, called the Book of Passions. I wonder which has more, our book or yours?”
“Oh god you have no idea.”