Chapter 364: Notice

"That’s all I could find that Mother won’t notice."

Lor nodded and knelt over the pile.

His face went empty.

Pale light filled his eyes.

He put both hands on the cloth and started chanting randomly in that deep voice again, the one he used for the light.

The words meant nothing.

He let them roll out low and even, the way a prayer would if he had ever learned one.

Broken sounds. Long vowels.

Under his palms the fabric grew warm.

The first seam split with a tiny sound, like thread giving way. An old dress collar loosened.

The undershirt flattened. The worn pants lost their shape and went slack, as if the cloth had forgotten it used to be clothes.

Mana moved through the weave.

He had done this before.

The night he tore Silvia’s clothes during sex, he had then later put the pieces back together the same way, thread by thread, until the rip closed and the cloth sat whole again.

This was the trick the magic is based upon. Remaking.

The pile sank.

Color bled out of the old dye and ran together on the floorboards.

Brown and faded cream pulled into black. A dull green sharpened.

A washed-out rose turned clean pink.

Seams crawled, closed, opened again in new places. The cloth stretched thin. It turned slick and fine under his fingers, almost wet to the touch.

Sophia leaned in without meaning to. Lia’s mouth had gone still. Olivia watched his hands, not his face.

Three forms rose out of the mess.

Long. Sheer. Cut to cover a body from shoulder to ankle.

When Lor lifted his hands, the light left his eyes. The headache-wince came on cue.

On the floor lay three folded pieces so thin they barely had weight.

Body stockings.

Not the kind that stopped at the thigh. These would cling to the chest, the waist, the hips, the ass, the legs. See-through even folded.

Black. Green. Pink.

He picked them up. The mesh slid over his fingers like water.

He held them out.

The girls stared.

Sophia reached for the pink one and stopped.

"Those aren’t stockings."

Lia lifted the black pair. Morning light went straight through it.

"Stockings stop at the thigh. What is this?"

Olivia took the green one. It weighed almost nothing.

Lor shrugged.

"I don’t know. The Light wants you in these. I’m seeing them for the first time too."

They looked at each other.

Sophia’s ears went red. Lia’s mouth twisted. Olivia’s jaw set.

"We don’t have another option," Olivia said.

Lia sighed.

"Fine."

Sophia whispered, "I hate this.

They went down the hall to change.

Lia took the black. Sophia took the pink. Olivia took the green into the next room and shut the door behind her.

_

The master bedroom was dim. The morning light still came through the half-drawn curtains and laid a strip of light across the bed.

Lia dropped the black stocking on the mattress and opened the side of her dress. She pulled it off her shoulders and let it slide down her chest, over her hips, and onto the floor.

She stood in a deep green bra and matching panties. The cups were full and a little too small for her.

Her nipples had already risen, two thick points pushing the green cloth out. Freckles ran over her shoulders and across the top of her breasts. The panties cut into her ass and sat tight over her pussy.

Sophia had turned toward the wall, but she could still see her.

"You could have waited until I wasn’t looking."

"You’re going to see it anyway," Lia said. She sat on the edge of the bed and gathered the black mesh in her hands. "Unless you want to wear yours over your dress and make the light angry."

"I have never seen or heard of any magic which can change clothes. The light really is something. I am still not sure whether it’s a good thing or bad."

Sophia took off her jacket first, then her skirt. White bra. White panties. Small breasts. Slim thighs. Twin tails hanging against her back. The back of her neck had gone red.

The white panties were plain and close. When she bent to pick up the pink stocking, the cloth pulled into the cleft of her ass.

"I don’t even know which hole is the top."

"The smaller ones are for your arms. Foot first. Same as hose."

Lia put one foot into the black stocking and drew it up her calf.

The cloth was cooler than she expected, then warm as soon as it touched skin. It climbed her knee and the inside of her thigh, so thin she could feel the air between her thighs through the panties and the mesh together.

She stood to get it over her hips. It caught on the edge of her panties. She had to work it free with both thumbs, pulling the green cloth out of her ass crack before the mesh snapped tight across both cheeks.

The deep green triangle between her legs printed itself on the outside of the stocking at once. The lips of her pussy sat in a clear shape under the two layers.

The stocking had pulled the panties into her a little, enough that the slit showed as a line.

Lia stopped there, breathing once through her nose.

"This one is tighter than it looked."

Sophia had turned despite herself.

The black mesh held Lia’s ass in a way the dress never had. The green panties showed through so clearly that Sophia could see the swell of her lips and the dent where the cloth tucked between her lips.

Lia’s breasts had lifted into the bra and stayed there, nipples two hard points under green and black, the areolas faintly darker through both layers.

"Stop staring."

"I’m not," Sophia said, and then, quieter, "It looks very slutty."

"I know, that’s why stop staring."

Lia pulled the stocking up her waist and over her stomach. The mesh clung in a wet-looking way, even though it was dry.

She pushed her arms through and settled it on her shoulders. It stuck to the green bra and squeezed her breasts together.

When she looked down, her cleavage sat in a deep line, and her nipples were obvious enough to pinch through the cloth.

"It feels like I’m naked. I can feel the air on my nipples."