The Magic of Fashion (Clothing TF)

The hard part of being a professional magical girl, in Akemi’s view, was the hours. Or more specifically, the lack of any kind of specific hours. Villains had no schedule, so neither did you; you could have a “day off” where you don’t go looking for trouble, but even then if you happened to be the closest to the threat, you were expected to go help.

Akemi Foster had been having such a nice day, too. Simply relaxing at her favorite cafe, reading a very good book, not thinking too hard about anything in particular. It was a nice way to spend her day off, until her phone started buzzing and she got the call from her handler. There were reports of villain activity not far away - unspecific and unhelpful ones telling her precisely nothing about the villain’s powers, goals, any minions they’d have, or anything else. But a call was a call, so she took a hearty swig of her coffee, went outside to transform, and was on her way.

Not long afterwards she was running down the street where the reports had come from, finding it deserted. That wasn’t to say there was no sign of villain activity, however. There were piles of clothes lying around. Dresses and jewelry, shoes and stockings, whole outfits in neat little piles. The experienced magical girl’s first guess was that they had once been people. Her second guess was that they were minions, so she kept her distance from them as she followed the trail down the road.

As she was walking past an empty clothing store, she had a sudden sense of danger. Moving purely on instinct she turned and pushed out a wave of magic towards the store. This turned out to be well timed, as it dispersed a veritable wave of oncoming clothes, killing it’s momentum and leaving the clothes to fall to the ground.

“Aww, I guess you won’t be as easy as the others have been…” A voice said, as a woman strolled out the clothing store’s door. If Akemi had walked past her in the street, she wouldn’t have really batted an eye; a beautiful woman, to be sure, with her long silky black hair expertly curled and some fine makeup, but her clothes were rather mundane - a black blouse over a short red skirt and some lengthy stockings made up the bulk of it. “Too bad, I prefer it when they don’t fight back. Doesn’t matter - you’ll be joining the wardrobe soon all the same~”

Akemi took a few steps back, bringing up her fists as she looked the woman over. “Are you sure about that? Top-tier magical girl Akemi Foster is your opponent! Let me guess: Fashionista type. Turning people into clothes, probably going to say something about them having more ‘personality’ that way. A heroine like me has dealt with your type a dozen times before; what makes you think your fate will be any different than your predecessors?”

“Persistence? Beauty? The fact that you leapt back onto a pile of clothes?” The woman said, brandishing what looked like a large sewing needle. Before Akemi could leap away, the dress she’d stepped on coiled around her leg like a snake. The villainess grinned, and threw the needle at her trapped foe.

“Sorry whoever you are!” Akemi shouted, before punching down at the dress with a magically enhanced blast, ripping it away from her leg (and tearing it a bit, although it was still mostly intact) and letting her move to dodge. She pulled away just before the needle could pierce her chest, but it grazed her shoulder. Without missing a beat, she ducked, before the needle could come back around and start to tie her up.

“Wow, you really are better than the other ones so far! Granted, so far I’ve only been able to turn mundane people, so who knows, maybe you’re below average for magical girls.” The woman said as she caught her needle on the return trip. “You’ve earned the right to hear my name! You can call me the Seamstress! At least, for the short time remaining before you start calling me ‘Owner’!”

Akemi didn’t wait for her to finish. The magical girl was all about the flash and banter, but she wasn’t an idiot and when the villainess was just leaving herself open…

The fight went on for a while, with Akemi darting in to try and attack up close and the Seamstress interrupting her with more clothes. They were piled everywhere, and she seemed able to control any of them - despite her experience and skill, Akemi was being worn down by constant attacks, constant slices from the needle.

Not helping one bit was the needle’s magic flowing into her. She couldn’t see the glowing red threads left around her body wherever it cut, slowly constricting her more and more, until at last, she just wasn’t able to move much at all.

“That’s enough of this… it was fun! I think you’ll be the first set of clothes I actually wear out of all these new things! You should be honored!” she said, as she prepared to throw her needle one more time. “Hm… but I think I want to save the main attraction for later, so… time to accessorize~”

“I won’t go down without… a fight…” Akemi grunted, trying to lunge forward to get in one more attack as the seamstress tossed her needle. This time, it went right through Akemi, it’s magic binding her in place.

She felt her body go rigid, and the red threads across her body started pulling every which way. She felt like she was being torn up, although it surprisingly didn’t hurt at all. She tumbled over as her legs seemed to be almost sucked into her feet, leaving her splayed out on the ground as she changed.

Her legs, what was left of them at least, had hardened and smoothed out as they shrank down and down and down. Her clothes and armor vanished as her legs darkened from pale to glossy black. Her feet weren’t unaffected either, and she felt them forced into a strange, uncomfortable posture as her legs shrank into them. If she could have looked, she’d see her legs disappear into them and leave an opening on top, while her toes merged and her heels extended downwards. The Seamstress walked over, taking off her shoes as she did and sliding her feet into the newly formed high heels.

Akemi felt her torso start to disappear next, pulled up and out into her extremities as her top half dyed gold and hardened like her bottom had. The color spread with the strange suction as she felt her arms separate from her shoulders and collar. The gold quickly subsumed them, the newly metallic arms hollowing and rounding out before splitting apart into a half dozen thin golden rings each, connected by thin golden cords. The Seamstress giggled with delight as she picked them up and slid them onto her arms as bracelets. “Turning out great so far~ You’re so pretty…”

Next was her head and neck separating as they too were subsumed in gold. She felt her shoulders and collar shrinking and flattening out, bits carving themselves out and disappearing as they thinned into a new design. A new necklace entered the Seamstress’ possession, gold with a ruby set prominently in it’s center, while Akemi’s head shrunk and faded until it finally split into two hooped gold earrings.

The magical girl was completely gone, changed and split to make up assorted accessories and some heels, leaving the Seamstress alone with her clothes. “This won’t last you long, you witch! Once you’re defeated, I’ll be back to normal and you’ll be in prison, and we’ll see who’s laughing then!”

“Oh, quiet down. Good jewelry doesn’t talk back.” The Seamstress chided. “You’ll change your tune once you realize how good it feels to be worn by someone so beautiful~”

Already, Akemi could feel the attack on her mind… it did feel good… but she wouldn’t give in to the Owner so easily-

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“You just can’t catch a break today, huh? This is the third villain today.” Izanami said in Hikari’s mind.

“A magical girl’s work is never done! And besides, it sounds like a few girls have already got taken, so it’s probably dangerous by now.” Hikari replied as she landed on the deserted street, magical staff already ready for a fight.

“Have you considered minionizing Chihaya? You’re way stronger than her, you don’t have to listen if you’re tired. And having your boss be your minion would probably be real nice…”

“No.” Hikari said flatly. She walked forward, ready to blast anything that moved.

“Watch the clothes. I give it even odds between them being their minions or them being traps.” Izanami noted. “How many villains do you know that leave clothes lying around?”

“I wish Natsuki wasn’t so busy this time, she could probably have figured it out with some of that magitech she likes using…” Hikari muttered, as she continued to give the piles of clothes a wide berth.

Hikari walked by an empty store with a shattered window - it looked like there had been fighting there. Maybe one of the magical girls had already handled it? But as the trail of clothes continued, that seemed unlikely.

“Oh, a new one! Some good materials for the main event, I think~”

Hikari looked to the voice, and saw a woman wearing a frankly excessive amount of jewelry sauntering towards her. “Oh, you should get out of here, miss! It’s dangerous, there’s a villain around!”

“Hikari, that is the villain.” Izanami said flatly.

“Oh! Wait, are you the villain?”

“‘Villain’ is such a strong word. Good and evil seem a bit secondary to fashion, if I’m being honest.” The woman said. “I’m sure all the lovely clothes are so happy to be made beautiful~”

“Less talk, more blast, you always get hit when you do this…” Izanami grumbled.

“That sounds villain-y to me!” Hikari said, powering up a magical blast - and having her aim yanked to the side at the last second. The blast blew a crater in the building on the other side of the street as Hikari realized that while she’d been looking elsewhere, the clothes left around the ground had crept up behind her and were now starting to wrap around her body.

For all her magical power, Hikari’s physical power was about the level of the particularly fit young woman she was - she didn’t have particularly improved physical strength in her magical form. Meanwhile, the clothes were supernaturally tough and held her tight on the spot.

“It’s a good thing for me you’re so inattentive, girl… that would have knocked me right out!” The woman said. “But the Seamstress has some tricks up her sleeves…” she took out a thin needle, which Izanami guessed was probably a wand.

“Let me go and fight fair!” Hikari shouted, struggling as the clothes grew tighter and tighter around her. They didn’t stop, as more and more of the scattered clothes joined the pile, putting more and more pressure on her body.

“Hmm… I don’t think I will, no.” The Seamstress said. “You should be happy! With your magical power, you’re worth turning into something special! You’ll help make me beautiful, a cut above all those outfits that are squeezing the humanity out of you now~”

The clothes piled on more, tightened further. Hikari should have been crushed under it, but she didn’t feel any pain as they compressed her further and further. The reason probably had something to do with how her body was changing underneath the pile. Her body grew softer, less hardly defined. She crumpled under the weight as the softness spread across her body.

From her extremities inwards, she couldn’t see it but she started to change color, her hands taking on a silky texture and turning milk-white, before seeming to collapse into her arms. Her feet weren’t far behind in turning black, and the coloration and texture continued to coat her arms and legs. “I’m feeling something gothic today, but not black, that’s so overdone…” the Seamstress said to herself, as Hikari continued to change.

The magical girl felt more than a little weird as she felt her body start to hollow out, her arms turning to silken sleeves. Her legs seemed to split from her body and continue their change independently, thickening as and hollowing out, then smoothing out, as they became midnight-black silk stockings with intricate white lace. Black lace spiraled along the other newly-inanimate portions of her body, accenting the pure white as it spread. Her head started to sink into her chest, disappearing and leaving an open hole into her increasingly hollow body.

Her chest grew out significantly before emptying out to accommodate the bust of it’s new owner, while her hips flared out to give some width to the dress she was becoming. The clothes piled on the pressure as their owner commanded them to finish Hikari’s change, and soon, it was complete.

The clothes fled from the former magical girl, revealing the black and white gothic dress she had become. Hikari struggled to move, but being an inanimate object, the only way she’d do that was if someone carried her. She felt the Seamstress pick her up, and internally groaned with pleasure as she felt the woman put her on. “Beautiful, simply stunning! You made an even better dress than I expected! It’s like there’s two people’s worth of personality in you, and so much power… I’ll have a proper wardrobe by the time I’m done, if I can use this power properly~”

The new dress was perfectly fitted to the Seamstress, clinging to her body tightly in all the right places, while remaining loose and billowy in others. Hikari could feel how perfectly she fit, and couldn’t help but be pleased. It felt so… good, to be used, to be made so pretty…

Izanami internally grumbled as she saw Hikari start to fall under the mental effects as quick as ever. She’d been too focused on checking if the obvious villain was a villain, and had paid for it, which would have been amusing if Izanami didn’t pay for it too by extension. Admittedly, had she been in the Seamstress’ place, she’d have done the same thing - if anything, she’d have done it while Hikari was talking, instead of waiting for her to try and attack. It was hardly fair, but villains didn’t fight fair.

While she was examining their new predicament, she noticed something else - they had a connection to another mind while they were being worn. She could feel the third girl and… she was familiar.

“Ah… damnit Hikari, why did you have to lose to Owner… now you’re just her pretty dress, making her gorgeous as she deserves…” A voice that was distinctly Akemi’s grumbled. Izanami could tell she’d been split into several different bits - gold bracelets and necklaces, the earrings, the heels. She almost hadn’t realized it was her at first, as the Seamstress drained her magic to power her own abilities.

“I was being a dumbass again…” Hikari admitted… “But it feels so good… so good… so pretty, so beautiful… you make her look pretty too, Akemi! Owner surely loves you…”

“I don’t want Owner to love me! I want to… make her pretty on my own. But… she does look good wearing you…”

This would be a long wait for being saved, Izanami thought. And a boring one. Usually, the new master or mistress at least let them transform some people, but she could hardly do that when her body was basically stockings and lace hugging close to her Owner’s body…

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Natsuki Nakano swore to herself - she hadn’t gotten any kind of alert, being that she wasn’t a magical girl, and Hikari was too nice to call her when she was busy working on something for her mom. So of course, Hikari had gone off on her own, and of course, had been tricked into being turned, probably. She couldn’t be entirely sure of that of course, but given that there was still an active villain, odds were that Hikari was some kind of minion now. She could have at least had the courtesy to come and change Natsuki personally afterwards! She was kinda jealous, missing that chance to be minionized…

She found the villainess waltzing down the street accompanied by what seemed to be living clothes. With her gothic dress and golden jewelry, she looked stunning as she commanded shirts and skirts and dresses and pants to bind people before taking her sewing needle to them and turning them into yet more clothes.

It was a powerful villainess, to be sure - especially since, as Natsuki looked over her with one of her magitech constructs, she was clearly drawing power from her clothes. She could practically feel her best friend Hikari and Mistress Izanami in the dress!

While she wouldn’t mind joining them… maybe as a bra and panties or something… she had to at least put in an effort! She’d promised Hikari that she wouldn’t intentionally get minionized, even if she wouldn’t be too upset if it happened anyway. And she’d promised Izanami to try and avoid it to preserve her loyalty to her. So just walking out there and being turned into clothing wasn’t an option.

Natsuki thought about it. The villainess clearly drew power from her clothes. Separate her from her clothes, then, and would she be made powerless?

An idea began to form in her head, and she was glad she’d stopped at the MGA to pick up extra gear…

The Seamstress, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. The dress and jewelry expanded her power, letting her have as many active living clothes as she wanted and control her needle at great range! She was stronger than she’d been since she started, and it was all thanks to the former magical girls that were now nothing but beautiful garments.

She was already planning what her next set of clothes would be from whatever magical girl came for her next - her lingerie was woefully mundane for someone of her status - when she saw an appealing target. A crowd of people stuffed into a store, with what looked to be a magical girl guarding them.

“Oh~ So many clothes gathered in one place~ Thank you so much~” The Seamstress said as she approached, and the magical girl drew what looked to be a bow.

“Leave them alone!” the magical girl shouted, firing off a magic-imbued arrow that was promptly caught by some living clothes.

“You’re not too powerful, not like the last too.” The Seamstress said. “You’ll make some fine underclothes all the same~” She said as she launched out her needle and sent her clothes forth.

The magical girl didn’t even have time to dodge as she was pierced by the needle and began to change, while the clothes overran the store and started to transform the people inside. The Seamstress walked forwards into the store, surveying her victory with a smile.

As she looked to the magical girl, though, she realized something strange. She was transforming, yes… but not in the way she’d meant her to. She wasn’t the right color, the progression was off… what was going on? Were her powers acting up?

“You really should have paid more attention…” the girl said.

“What do you mean?”

“Where did all these people come from? Why didn’t I come for you sooner?” the magical girl said with a smile, when she shouldn’t have been able to talk at all.

“What do you- ah!”

The Seamstress’ demand for clarity was interrupted as a lot of things happened at once. All at once, the transforming girl and the civilians vanished. There was a roar of wind from several places across the building, and soon the Seamstress was buffeted, her living clothing blown right out the door and the open windows. The lashing wind hurt, and caused her to close her eyes - and deafened her too much to hear the footsteps coming towards her.

One moment, she was full of power - and the next, she felt something pulling her clothes right off her body, deft hands unclipping jewelry and pulling down leggings. Her power started to drain and drain until she wasn’t much better than where she’d started - and then a hand snatched her needle away.

As the Seamstress tried to force the needle to attack the thief, she suddenly realized she’d lost her connection to it. And with that, the last of her power - she was made completely mundane. The wind died down and she opened her eyes to see a young woman in a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit covered with belts and pouches, grinning at her.

“Wow! I can’t believe it actually worked! Wind bombs and illusion drones aren’t usually enough to get that much done, but it turns out when your opponent’s minions are lighter than people they’re really useful!” Natsuki said with a grin.

Before the Seamstress could react, she found herself in handcuffs and locked to a post. “You… unhand me! Let me wear my beautiful clothes again!” she demanded.

“Nope! Those clothes were my friends, I have to get them back to normal.” Natsuki said cheerfully. She kicked some last clothes that had been left over out of the villainess’ control range. “Now, I’m going to leave you here while the cops come to pick you up, and bring my friends to the MGA, alright?” she told the villainess.

As the Seamstress spat and cursed, Natsuki left the shop and called her mom to report.

“You… you did what?” Chihaya Nakano, head of the Magical Girl Association, said after Natsuki said what had happened, clearly confused.

“I defeated a villain! All by myself! I hope you’re proud~ You let me use this stuff for a reason, don’t you?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy, just… that was unexpected…” Chihaya admitted. “Yeah, once you bring back Hikari and Akemi we’ll get them sorted out. Good job?”

“Why is that a question?” Natsuki demanded.

“Because I’m not sure if you’re telling the truth or minionized and lying to me.”

“...You know what, that’s fair.”

Natsuki ended the call, and started on her way. Looking at the dress and jewelry, though, she had to admit… it all looked really nice… it would be a shame to have it’s only wearer be that villainess..

Looking around, and seeing nobody yet on the street, Natsuki ducked into an alleyway. When she came out a few minutes later, she was wearing the dress and jewelry. “I can see what she meant, it’s really different to wear something made from a person… I hope you enjoy this, Mistress~” she giggled, twirling in place.

As she started to walk towards the MGA, her new heels clacking on the sidewalk, what was left of the minds of her clothes simply enjoyed the feeling of being worn by their new owner...