(Caption) The Town of the Costume Designer Girls

He passed through a small town famous for its fabric craft during his journey. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and the flower stalls, wooden houses, ribbons, and the laughter of girls at the street corners blended into something almost dreamlike. He originally planned to stay only for a moment, but as soon as he saw the group of girls gathered in the garden, he was drawn toward them.

One of the girls held up a newly made dress, its fabric light and shimmering under the sun. The others immediately crowded around, excited as if they had discovered a treasure. In the midst of this cheerful noise, all their gazes suddenly shifted to him. A few of them were already covering their mouths with soft giggles, as though they had known what would happen all along.

"We have a new sister," one of them said playfully.

That gentle tease made him freeze for a second.

In the next moment, the dress floated toward him as if lifted by an invisible hand. Before he could react, his clothes dissolved like mist, fading into glowing particles that drifted away. Then came a series of soft, irresistible sensations.

The first thing to land on him was a layer of delicate underwear, fitting as if crafted exactly for his body. A soft, fluffy underskirt followed, blooming around his waist like a flower. The main dress settled over him next, warm fabric wrapping around him as the layers of floral cloth, lace, ribbons, and decorative patterns shifted slightly, adjusting themselves into place.

His chest tightened gently, the fabric naturally shaping itself there. His waist was sculpted anew, becoming slender and supple. His legs grew long and graceful, his skin turning smooth and luminous, almost glowing with a faint honeylike sheen.

His hair lost its former weight and became soft, fine, and silky, falling smoothly around his shoulders. The ends curled lightly, swaying with each subtle movement. Soft-colored strands were adorned with floral accessories, delicate and pastel, as though they had always belonged there.

Makeup softly emerged. His eyelashes became longer, his eyes deepened into a bright, sparkling gaze with a distinctly feminine shine. His lips gained a petal-like pink, as if brushed by a blossom. Within the mirrorlike shimmer of magic, he saw his expression grow gentle and sweet; no trace of his former self remained.

Finally, a pair of glossy black shoes landed at her feet with a soft tap, slipping onto them on their own. The slender straps tightened lightly around her ankles, giving her posture elegant balance.

When everything was complete, she stood still, breathing softly, with a heart that felt like it was holding a bouquet. She lowered her head and looked at her voluminous, ornate skirt, the ribbon at her waist, and the lace trims swaying gently. She knew that she had truly become one of them.

The girls around her laughed and rushed over, taking her hands as though welcoming a long lost sister.

She smiled lightly, more naturally than she expected. In that smile was a new feeling, a new identity, and a sweet excitement, as if by creating even more beautiful clothing she could welcome many more sisters into this enchanting world.

With her skirt swaying softly, she stepped deeper into the flower-scented town. In this place woven from fabric, blossoms, and the laughter of girls, she began her new life.