Nightie Night - Commission (Tg/Clothes)

"I need a favor from you!" My best friend, George, pleaded to me as he burst through my door, "Tell Violet I was here with you last night!" "Woah, woah, woah, calm down," I tell him, padding the air in front of me, "First, tell me what the hell you're on about before I agree to anything." "I got drunk last night at the club and met a girl and, well, I woke up in her bed this morning," he scrambled, panic in his eyes, "There were 47 missed calls and an uncountable amount of texts on my phone when I awoke, each scarier than the last." "God dammit, man. Again?" I huffed, sick of his antics, "Maybe she'll wise up and dump your sorry ass." He looked at me, eyes wide with fear. "You don't understand, I think she's gonna do something a lot worse than just leaving me," he pleaded, a fear in his eyes that I had never seen before. "Fine, but this is the last time," I told him, "Unlike you, I dislike lying to Violet."

Moments later, Violet rang my doorbell, a look of anger on her face as she pounded on the door. "Jesus Christ, Violet," I said as I opened the door, "Where's the fire?" "Is George here?" She asked, ignoring my snark. "Yeah, he's uh, been here since last night, why?" I responded, feeling bad for lying to her face. George entered the foyer pretending to be groggy before addressing his raging girlfriend, "Hey babe, what's up?" "You know what's up," she told him, removing a stick from her purse, "I know all about last night and have decided it's time to finally get rid of you." George's eyes went wide as she pointed the wand at him. "No, babe, wai-" but his sentence was cut short by a burst of energy erupting from the wand, engulfing him entirely.

My eyes went wide as I watched George freeze in place, his body starting to change in impossible ways. A pair of breasts started to bud from his chest, pushing hard against his shirt. His arms flew upwards, touching the back of his shoulders at an impossible angle that no bone should've allowed. His legs began to recede into his body, flaring out as they merged to become one. A lavender hue overtook his terrified face as his head collapsed into his own tits, turning into a bow to adorn his future body. His skin began to turn gossamer, revealing an emptiness where his insides should've been. His arms stretched and became straps to support his new form. He floated in the air for a few seconds before the magic around him faded, letting his body fall to the floor in a heap of purple fabric. The entire scene took less than 10 seconds, watching as my friend was reduced to nothing but a lavender nightie that looked like it would not be out of place in a Victoria's Secret storefront.

I was too shocked to even breathe after watching the events unfold and wholly unprepared for her to turn on me. "And you, I thought you were better and that maybe one of George's friends didn't deserve to be transformed," she scolded, swinging the business end of the wand towards me, "Although, It would appear I am single and definitely over men." More magic flowed from the wand, striking me in the chest, making me stationary as George had been while under its influence.

"First, let's get rid of that silly haircut of yours," she told me, manipulating her fingers in esoteric ways. I felt my hair extend wildly past my shoulders, flowing freely all the way to my butt before turning black instead of blond. "And that jawline of yours is much too square," she spat with another twist as my jaw felt like it shattered under an enormous impact. I felt my eye sockets grow wider as well as she played with my skull like putty. A searing pain hit my nose as it cracked to become smaller, fitting my feminized face. "Your shoulders are much too wide for a lady," she mocked as I felt my arms thin and smooth, my shoulders reducing their span significantly as they did so. "I like my girls on the more modest side," she sneered as I felt heat boil from behind my shrinking ribcage. Small but unmistakable breasts blossomed from my chest, jiggling their way to a b-cup set of tits with overly sensitive nipples to boot. "And also a bit athletic," she continued, forcing my gut to practically invert. My navel grew toned and hairless, fit to be admired by the gazes of onlookers. The fat that was once there migrated to my growing hips, packing onto my ass and thighs until they were wider than my shrunken shoulders. "And lastly, that thing you oh-so wanted to use on me," she laughed, "Don't think I didn't notice." I wanted to scream as I felt my cock slip deep between my legs to form a set of ovaries and a vagina. A few more 'improvements' had my skin flawless and soft and my feet dainty, perfect for heels.

"Aren't you just the cutest?" She cooed, releasing me from my torpor. She blasted another wave of magic at me, shredding my clothes fully, and leaving me naked in my own house. "Put him on," she told me coldly, flinging George's limp body at me, my instincts catching my former friend without thought. "Don't worry your pretty little head, darling," she chuckled, enjoying the terror in my eyes, "He's still very conscious in there." I dropped him on the floor, backing away from the monster named Violet. I turned to run but the wand returned to pointing at me and I froze out of fear this time. "Not so fast," she said, flicking her wand to throw George back into my hands, "I said, put. him. on." I obliged, shaking in horror as I threw his body over my over, letting his soft fabric cascade down my curves. I tugged him down, forcing him snug around my chest before I finally snapped. I had hit my breaking point and collapsed onto a chair, tears streaming down my face and onto my friend's inanimate form.

"Oh for goodness' sake," she scoffed at my trembling form, "Men." She got close to my quivering form, grabbing my head by my temples and pushing her thumbs into me. "Wha-what are you doing?" I asked between sobs, too drained of energy to fight her off. "Putting on the final touches, Chloe," she said before everything went black.

"Are you okay, babe?" The woman in front of me asked, a worried look on her face. "Wh- who are you?" I whimpered between sobs, unable to recognize her. "It's me, Chloe. Violet, your fiancee," she reassured me, "You must've hit your head pretty hard there." Memories started to flood back to me, how I met Violet 3 years ago when I was working as a waitress, how she took me to the amusement park for our first date, how we had been inseparable ever since we got engaged, and how she had our wedding was only a month away. Violet?" I asked, weakly, "What happened?" "You tripped and banged your head on the hardwood, then I propped you up on this chair," she told me, helping me to my feet. "What's this?" I asked, running my hand down the beautiful nightgown I was wearing. "That's the nightie I gave to you on your birthday, remember?" She said, smoothing a few wrinkles out. As I looked down at the lingerie, I felt a strong sense of connection to it, like it was really important. Maybe it had been a good birthday? Or maybe it had sentimental value? I was unsure, but I was sure that I was a bride to be and couldn't wait for our honeymoon.