Transformation magic could be used in a variety of ways. In fights to give you an edge in battle, to entertain others, or in your case, help them. No, you weren't able to become anything impressive. For that you simply lacked the talent.
What you could do was to transform into inanimate objects. And that was also only possbile by using a book. You had tried doing it on your own before, hoping to get accepted into a guild, but you simply weren't good enough.
So that's why you ended up here working for an older woman in a shop specialized in dolving problems by transformations. It was easy. People would come here, write down what they needed in the book and you would get then transformed into an item that could help them.
Then they could take you with them to solve their problem. And after they were done, they would bring you back. It was sort of like a library in that regard. But of course, you also had to keep track of a few things.
Who would be borrowing you, how long would they borrow you and when would they borrow you. It was a safety measure, as it wasn't uncommon for customers to just forget that the item they were carrying around with themselves was actually a human being.
If that were to happen, it would be hard to retrieve you, as you couldn't just transform back on your own without the book. Your boss had told you about a few cases in which her employess had vanished because of this exact reason when she asked you if you were willing to take this job regardless.
Up to now you had always been returned however. Today was a little bit different than usual. Your boss had suddenly announced that she would go on a small journey to find a new transformation book, since the one you were using was almost full.
She normally used magic to empty the old one, but it was starting to show signs of age. It would be better to get a new one than to keep using this one. Anyway today you were alone. No one to look over your shoulder while you did your work.
No one to help you in difficult situations. But most importantly, no one to notice when you actually didn't even do your work. All you had to watch out for were customers. Which didn't even visit the shop that frequently.
And even if they did, you could just claim that you were short of people being able to transform themselves. Someone had to watch out for the shop after all. And it wasn't even a lie.
It was already late, taking a job now, just before you could leave, wouldn't be worth it anymore. You had already started to clean everything to not make it seem like you didn't do anything the whole day.
But of course, as if the universe was trying to give you karma for how lazy you had been today, you could hear someone enter the shop. And just a few minutes were left. Going back to the counter, you tried to find out who got lost in this shop this time.
Typically the customers seemed to be more on the older side when it came to age. But what you were looking at right now was the opposite of that. A young woman with blonde hair was nervously looking from side to side, before looking over to you.
"Excuse me." She began, an embarrassed smile on her face. "May I use your restroom?" You should have known that she wasn't here to actually request your services. Well, you wanted to close shop in a few minutes anyway.
"I'm sorry, we only have an employees only restroom. Maybe you can ask someone else." You said. People didn't exactly stay long enough to feel the need to use one. The blonde stood there for a bit, unsure of what to do.
"I...I don't know if I can make it. Please, can't I just use your restroom. I'll even buy something." She already had her hands between her legs signaling that she probably wouldn't last that much longer.
"The only thing you can use your money for in here is our item service. You just write down what you need in that book over there and..."
"That one right here?" She cut you off to point at the book.
"Yes. As soon as you..."
But again, she didn't let you explain. "I'll just write that I need to use the restroom."
"No, wait..." It was already to late when you said that however, as suddenly everything around you went dark. That's what always happened when you transformed. But...what would you turn into?
What that girl had wrote down was too vague for the book. You had to write down the exact item you needed, not what you wanted to do. Otherwise the book would just guess what you needed.
Slowly but surely your senses came back. You could feel a pressure being applied to you and there wasn't that much light. "Hey. Where did you go?" She asked and sighed "Why does this have to happen to me?"
She couldn't be that far away. But where were you? And what were you? There wasn't much time to think about that as you felt your body getting stretched. There were footsteps and then you heard the sound of a door being opened.
"I don't know where you went, but I'm certainly not standing around here until an accident happens. I'm using the restroom." She said. She was still sounding just as close as before.
There was a thought in the back of your head, but you didn't want to think about it. No this couldn't be. You weren't yet ready for that type of transformation magic. You didn't train it.
But the more you heard her footsteps not moving away from you...the way you were stretched as she walked...the more you thought this was exactly what had happened. You had transformed into clothing.
And that wasn't good. Normally you would just transform into tools and everyday items but clothes were different. There were specific rules you had to follow then. For example, there was a time limit for the transformation. If you didn't transform back after a day, you'd stay the way you are now.
Normally you could turn back on your own when you were a tool, but when you turn into clothes, someone else, probably your boss, would have to help you. And she wasn't here right now.
You didn't even know what you were and that girl didn't seem to notice you on her body either. Given how there wasn't that much light around you, it was probably a fair guess to assume you had been turned into underwear.
Underwear...That didn't seem to fit to what she wrote down. It would make sense if you would have turned into a toilet or something...but underwear?
"Finally." you heard her say, as she sat down on the toilet seat. You could feel something tugging at your body. "Huh? Why won't my panties come off? And why are they so poofy?"
It didn't take long until you realized what you had turned into. Especially after the girl had raised her skirt to look at you. "A diaper?!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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