A Woman in Uniform (Star Wars Clothing TF)

(This commission is a sequel to this previous one: reasonably important for context https://www.deviantart.com/twinwolf1/art/A-Chairing-Adventure-Star-Wars-Inanimate-TF-863139558)

Ahsoka was still getting used to the smuggler’s life. Her old self, from when she was with the Jedi Order, might have been affronted by what she had become - but then again, considering the laws she was so often breaking were those of a totalitarian Empire that had murdered and replaced the Republic, after killing quite possibly every other Jedi, maybe she could forgive herself a bit.

It had been a few months since she’d encountered the Twi’lek smuggler, Nabrina. She’d spent about a month trying to get by in the ship, leaving the Twi’lek as a living chair as payback for her doing the same to Ahsoka after they met, before deciding she needed her experience and connections. Since Ahsoka had released her, they’d formed an impromptu partnership and friendship, roving across the stars and keeping ahead of the Imperial agents hunting force-users like the ex-Jedi.

But just keeping ahead and breaking some laws here and there wasn’t enough for Ahsoka. She didn’t feel like she was doing enough. The Empire was growing more and more tyrannical with each passing day, tightening its grip on the former Republic and putting down any dissent with vicious efficiency. It was not enough to run from them and make them lose some cash here and there.

But it was a partnership; Ahsoka didn’t have the sole say in what their ship went out and did, and Nabrina was hardly enthused with the concept of actively picking a fight with the Empire and getting them to commit more resources to tracking them down and ending them; so month after month went by, Ahsoka made to watch powerlessly.

She looked out the window of the ship and into the spaceport, drumming her fingers on the control panel; she preferred not risking the chance to be recognized herself, so often it was Nabrina handling any liaisons with clients or purchase of supplies. It made for a boring time in port, that was for certain.

Ahsoka sighed, watching some porter droids taking crates marked with an imperial seal out of a neighboring cargo ship. More material for whatever schemes the Empire had planned, just right out in the open and where she could do nothing about it. She’d have to bring it up to Nabrina again, she decided - and if Nabrina wouldn’t go with her and try and do something, she may well have to end their partnership.

She heard the door to the cockpit slide open behind her. As if summoned by Ahsoka’s thoughts, it seemed Nabrina was back. Ahsoka spun around in the swivel chair to look at her. “Welcome back. Nabrina, we need to talk…”

The Twi’lek was dressed rather nicer than usual, in a bright blue dress that complimented her purple skin well instead of the normal casual wear or flight suit. “Oh, what a coincidence, I completely agree. I was just gonna ask if you had anything planned.”

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. “No, not really. Does it have anything to do with you dressing up like that? You know I’m not the type for a night out. I’m serious, we need to talk about something-”

“Nothing planned? Great, then I can do this without worry!” Nabrina said, brandishing something in her hand. It was a strange cubic object that vaguely reminded Ahsoka of the Jedi Temple’s holocrons, although it was clearly a different thing altogether. The Twi’lek pressed a few buttons in quick succession.

That set off a dozen different alarm bells in Ahsoka’s head. “Nabrina, maybe we shouldn’t-” she started, but of course, her impulsive partner was already doing whatever it was she had planned.

Ahsoka suddenly couldn’t speak, and indeed, had difficulty moving any part of her body. She went limp, sagging into her chair as whatever artifact Nabrina had managed to nab took effect. The rest of it seemed to start at her core, a ripple of grey spreading across her orange skin. She couldn’t touch it herself, but she somehow felt the texture of the affected flesh change, becoming rougher and synthetic as the influenced region expanded. It removed all marks and blemishes, leaving the Togruta’s orange skin and white markings a simple silvery grey.

She felt strange as it reached her neck and her hips, as she lost the ability to breath and the need, along with feeling like parts of her down below were being closed up. She fumed internally, not able to make any external sign of her annoyance with Nabrina for once again transforming her without warning. The grey covered up her face, her features vanishing into the fabric. As the grey finally expanded to cover her whole body, it left her a vaguely Togruta-shaped grey fabric doll.

Of course, this was only the beginning. Ahsoka felt herself flatten and hollow, like her internals had vanished and the air was squeezed out of the hollows left behind. Her hands and feet telescoped inwards into her arms and legs, and she felt as an opening to her empty inside opened up at those points. Her head quickly followed suit, sinking between her shoulders and merging with her torso as a new hole was opened in her. Then, the disconcerting feeling of being split in two, as her legs split off from her torso at the hips.

The finishing touches came in, as she felt something appear where her waist, and something pressed into her chest above the former position of her heart. Despite having been turned into an inanimate object, again, Ahsoka could still perceive the world around her - particularly Nabrina, staring down at her with a mischievous grin plastered over her face.

“Hah! It worked perfectly! That pawn shop owner really thought this was just some antique, sold it for just 50 credits. Oh well, his loss is our gain.” Nabrina shrugged, picking Ahsoka up and carrying her to the captain’s quarters of the ship, for reasons that became clear quickly; namely, the mirror.

Ahsoka saw Nabrina in the mirror, of course. But abrina was holding a set of clothes that Ahsoka didn’t at first recognize. It took a moment to realize it was a uniform for a female Empire officer, and moreover, that it was her. She rather wished she was capable of speech at that moment, but it seemed Nabrina predicted her confusion.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t like that time with the chair. I have a plan. You’ve been wanting to mess with the Imps, right?” she said, opening up the closet and sliding Ahsoka onto a hanger as she spoke, “Well, we’re not going to get away with blowing up a ship or robbing some cargo or whatever. But after hearing what this did, I have an idea!”

Ahsoka would have groaned if she were capable. Why was it that Nabrina’s ideas seemed to have a disturbing tendency to involve transforming her into objects?

“So I’ve had some… let’s call it interest, from one of the officers at the garrison over our last few times here. I’m going to call her up, have a wonderful time, and make sure that instead of her own uniform she puts you on. She’ll never notice the difference, the artifact made you into whatever clothing I was thinking of and I’ve had plenty of chances to see what her uniform looks like. Then she’ll be wearing you around the place, giving you free reign to snoop on whatever secretive meetings she gets involved in!”

That was assuming that this officer was someone high enough to be involved in such meetings in the first place, something of which Ahsoka frankly had her doubts - the higher ups were, broadly, rather hateful of non-humans like Nabrina, so she suspected this officer would be lower on the totem pole.

“I’m a genius, aren’t I?” Nabrina said, beaming with self-satisfaction as she closed the closet on Ahsoka.

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Ahsoka spent the next several hours in boredom - she would meditate, but it was a bit hard to focus with her body in such strange shape. Eventually, she heard Nabrina return, and with her a feminine voice. The words were muffled by the closet door, so she couldn’t hear what was being said. But the tone made the course of events quite clear, and soon, the words faded, replaced by a distinctly different kind of noise. Ahsoka was fairly sure they would need to replace the bed.

A few hours after the assorted… interesting noises ceased, the closet door slid open again. Ahsoka found herself pulled out by Nabrina, and quietly laid over a chair. The Twi’lek didn’t speak as she replaced the Imperial Officer’s uniform with Ahsoka, sliding the original into the closet. She rumpled Ahsoka a bit, making sure she looked hastily thrown off rather than freshly pressed, along with making sure to replace her identification and other assorted personal touches from the woman’s uniform onto Ahsoka. Then she winked, and slid back into bed besides a naked human woman.

When the morning eventually came, the woman seemed to wake up first. Looking down at her partner and blushing fiercely, she didn’t even look to confirm that the uniform laid over the chair was her own, slipping it on as soon as she’d replaced her undergarments.

Ahsoka would have gasped if she was able, surprised by the sudden rush of sensation. The way that the officer’s body filled her, the way it made Ahsoka conform to her shape, the warmth of the body inside of her new form - it was all a cocktail of shockingly pleasurable feelings as the officer strode out of the ship, fixing her hair and making sure she looked presentable.

The former Jedi was having trouble keeping focused on where she was being taken, but it was easy enough to guess, which was confirmed not long after - the garrison was a stout grey prefabricated building just outside of the port, not that you could see the coloring under all the flags. It was hard for Ahsoka to pay attention when she kept feeling the officer’s body rub up against her - Nabrina had made Ahsoka just a little too small, not enough for the officer to notice but certainly enough to emphasize her figure.

From there, what followed was Ahsoka being worn around as the officer went about her day. Ahsoka tried to focus, to pay attention to whatever information people might have let slip. But the officer - whose name she learned was Katla Aalto, as she was addressed by the guards at the entrance - was as low ranking as Ahsoka had expected. She was effectively a traffic controller for ships coming in and out, a position that remained much the same under the Empire as it did in the Republic.

The port was the main one supplying the primary military outpost on the planet, so there were some goings-on; it was just Katla was far too low ranking to see much but the results. Ahsoka drifted in and out of a haze of pleasure, catching snatches of conversation or hearing about the horrific inner workings of the Imperial Army before sinking back into a haze as Katla moved just the wrong way and stretched out her uniform, assailing Ahsoka with sudden new and interesting sensations.

It was hours before Katla returned to her own quarters and took Ahsoka off, leaving her on a chair before collapsing into bed - and about then, Ahsoka realized she had no idea how long she was going to be stuck like that. She cursed Nabrina’s overzealousness - it was laudable she’d been trying to find some way to get at the Empire, but she had clearly not thought things through.

That was only the first day of several. The time blurred together, and most of it was spent either sleeping or back into Ahsoka’s haze of pleasure. It reminded Ahsoka a bit of the last time Nabrina had transformed her, where she spent ages as an inanimate object, although this time she didn’t have the ability to speak. She occasionally spent the time to mentally grumble about her partner’s blunder, but most times was too busy trying very hard not to think about how good it felt to be worn.

The worst incident was on the third day, where Katla was cornered by a superior officer in a hall. Ahsoka had been zoning out at the time, so she didn’t get much of the conversation. What she did get was how the superior was suddenly pressing very close, and then just as fast had begun to grope Katla, his hands sinking into her sizable breasts.

The shock of pleasure that ran through Ahsoka was on a different level than when she was just being worn around, and blew the thoughts right out of her head, especially as the tit-grabbing was accompanied by the man reaching around to her bottom. The pleasure blindsided Ahsoka.

Katla, for her part, tried not to show any strong reaction to the groping - Ahsoka would later figure that she was used to it by then, and didn’t want to give them the reaction that her assaulters wanted or worse. Shockingly, she’d found a reason to feel some sympathy for an Imperial; while Ahsoka hadn’t been on the receiving end of anything like that before, being a Jedi, it was still awful.

That seemed to be a running theme, a scene that repeated itself multiple times over the following days. Ahsoka was beginning to wonder how Nabrina planned to get her back when the officer finally had some leave, and went back to the spaceport.

Ahsoka was relieved to see the destination - her and Nabrina’s ship. Katla greeted the Twi’lek warmly, with a kiss (and with it, a hug that squished Ahsoka right up against Nabrina’s breasts, sending her into another pleasure-haze). They wasted no time getting down to business, stripping Ahsoka off of Katla and getting to work - a scene that this time, Ahsoka had a full view of.

They went at it for quite a while, going to sleep more than a little satisfied. For a while, Ahsoka was worried Nabrina had forgotten about her in the throes of passion, but just before morning she stirred and snuck over to the closet, pulling out a uniform. She quietly swapped Ahsoka for it, sliding her onto the closet hook. She was back, safe and sound.

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The closet slid open after an indeterminate period of time, and Nabrina laid Ahsoka out on the bed. “Alright!” she said, “Time to turn you back!” The Twi’lek grabbed the artifact out of a pocket, and looked over to Ahsoka. Then she paused, looking left and right.

“...Oh, I guess you need a bit more time,” she said, pocketing the object. “Shame. Yeah. Well… it would be such a waste to leave you in the closet…”

Ahsoka groaned internally as she saw where Nabrina’s mind was going. The Twi’lek - naked, having not bothered getting dressed after her intimate night - brought Ahsoka to the mirror, and pulled her on.

It was certainly an experience for Ahsoka. Her body had fit a bit snugly on Katla, and Nabrina had a far curvier kind of figure. Ahsoka felt herself stretch across her body, and felt as she nearly lost her mind in the incredibly pleasurable experience. A button, then a second, popped off as they tried and failed to contain Katla’s mammaries, which came with another burst of pleasure.

Nabrina pulled on the trousers, and posed for the mirror. The uniform had clearly never been meant to be worn by a non-human, but somehow, the Twi’lek made it work - Ahsoka clung to her figure tight, being a bit too small for her, and Nabrina decided to make a bit of a show of it. She squeezed her own breast through the top, blindsiding Ahsoka with wave after wave of pleasure and leaving her senseless.

“I bet that feels nice, doesn’t it? Honestly, this was nearly as much a motivation for this as information… I thought it’d be fun to wear you for a bit~ I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am~!” Nabrina laughed, turning around to try and get a look at herself from behind, and giving her own bottom a nice grope as well.

“I hope you liked sticking with Katla. She’s not so bad, for an Imp, and she’s got a real nice body. I’m kinda jealous, you got the chance to be so close to her for so long, but I think I made up for that last night.”

Ahsoka wasn’t really paying attention, at that point, too busy enjoying herself to process Nabrina’s words. Eventually, though, even that fun had to end; Nabrina took her off, and laid her out on the bed again to restore her.

The process of changing back was effectively the same as turning into a uniform, but in reverse. The grey fabric shifted and stretched into Ahsoka’s old shape first, before the color started to return to her from the extremities inwards. She felt herself fill back in, returning to a living being with a gasp for air as the transformation finally ran its course.

“So! Am I a genius, or what? You must have gotten so much juicy info…” Nabrina said, still grinning like a loon.

“Nabrina.” Ahsoka said flatly, looking at her. “That was… unwise. You realize she’s so low ranking she didn’t get into any of the big meetings, right?” What she neglected to mention was that it probably wouldn’t even have been helpful if she’d been attached to a Grand Admiral; she’d spent so much time zoned out trying not to give in to pleasure that she wouldn’t have gotten any information if she’d been surrounded by it.

Nabrina blushed a bit, suddenly embarrassed. “...Oh, is that… so…” she said, looking away.

Ahsoka noticed the artifact still in her hand. With a swift tug of the force, she pulled it into her own. “So, this is the second time you’ve transformed me without my permission. You remember what happened last time?” she asked, as it began to glow again...