Auto Clothing Spell - Clothing TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Permanent, Object TF, Magic, Caption, Objectification, Spell
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Extasia: Auto Clothing Spell - Clothing TFLast Part:Lyriana Mistvale hunched over her workspace, white hair falling…
Lyriana Mistvale hunched over her workspace, white hair falling across her face as she scribbled final calculations into her grimoire. The albino mage's gray eyes, underscored by dark circles from countless sleepless nights, sparkled with excitement. At twenty-four, she stood barely five feet tall, her plain figure lost beneath voluminous academy robes. With her Intelligence score of 8, Lyriana compensated for her abysmal physical attributes: Strength 2, Constitution 2, Dexterity 2, and Agility 3. What she lacked in robustness, she made up for in brilliance. "This will revolutionize practical enchantment," she whispered. Unlike her peers at Pegasus Academy, who pursued grandiose battle magic or healing arts, Lyriana specialized in what most considered trivial household spells, convenience enchantments, and quality-of-life improvements. Her latest project, however, promised genuine innovation. The 'Auto Clothing Spell' would manifest appropriate garments directly onto the caster's body using only magic. No more rummaging through wardrobes or spending precious coins at tailors, just instant, perfectly fitted clothing at will. Tonight marked the culmination of six months' research. The spell required pristine magical testing conditions and no interference from other enchantments, including those on existing garments. "Logical conclusion: test while unclothed," she muttered, reviewing her methodology. "Testing location must be magically neutral yet secure from observation." The library, after midnight, presented the perfect solution. Security wards patrolled the academy's perimeters but left interior spaces relatively unmonitored. The ancient library, with its stone walls and massive arcane tomes, maintained consistent magical ambient levels. At precisely midnight, Lyriana cast an invisibility spell on herself, slipped out of her quarters, and padded barefoot to the library's restricted section. The cold stone against her feet sent shivers up her spine as she navigated by memory through darkened corridors. Inside the library's center, she verified that no one was around, then stripped completely. Her pale skin practically glowed in the moonlight. Folding her discarded nightdress neatly beside her spellbook, she took a deep breath. Her fingers weaving complex patterns as arcane circles materialized beneath her feet. The spell symbols glowed with increasing brilliance. First blue, then violet, then blinding white. Thick smoke erupted from the magic circle, enveloping her completely. Lyriana grinned triumphantly, waiting to feel fabric materializing against her skin. Instead, she felt...nothing. When the smoke dissipated, Lyriana found herself unable to move. Her vision had shifted dramatically, positioned mere inches above the floor. Before her lay what appeared to be academy women's attire: a crisp blouse, pleated skirt, panties, and thigh-high stockings, all in a disturbing flesh tone resembling her own pale skin. A dispassionate mechanical voice resonated through her consciousness: [Level Downgraded] [MP set to 0] [Entity Type Adjusted: Human -> Wearable] [Class Conversion: Mage-Clothes Researcher -> Regular Clothes] [Attribute Adjustments: Strength, Dexterity, Agility reduced to 1] [Constitution increased to 3] Horror came crashing down her mind as she understood what went wrong. The spell, lacking external materials to transform into clothing, had converted the nearest available substance herself. 'Thank the seven celestial I included an automatic reversal trigger, she thought desperately. Seven hours until the enchantment dissolves. I just need to remain undisturbed until then.' Immobile and helpless, Lyriana could only observe as morning slowly approached. Eventually, the library door creaked open. Footsteps approached confident, purposeful strides. Kestrel Brightmane, the academy's most popular senior enchantress, came into view. Tall and curvaceous with flowing auburn hair, Kestrel represented everything Lyriana physically wasn't. Her reputation for brilliance in practical magic was matched only by her social prominence. "What's this?" Kestrel murmured, spotting the clothing on the floor. She prodded Lyriana's transformed blouse-self with her foot. "Clean clothes in the library?" Examining the garments more closely, Kestrel's perfectly shaped eyebrows rose. "These patterns look like...anatomical details?" She traced a finger along what had been Lyriana's arm, now a sleeve with subtle skin-like texturing. "The fabric feels amazing! Like actual skin. So smooth..." 'PUT ME DOWN!' Lyriana screamed internally. 'I'm not clothing! I'm human! Just place me in lost and found!' But her protests remained unheard. With a quick wave of her hand, Kestrel magically removed her own academy uniform. "No one will miss these," she decided, lifting Lyriana's panty-form first. "And they're definitely better quality than standard issue." 'She can't be serious, Lyriana thought frantically. Who puts on random clothing found in
