"..."
"Do you have something to say, Nir?"
"WHAT IS THAT?!"
"It's my new dress."
"... That... that was supposed to be MY dress!!"
"I don't recall saying at any point that I was making it for you."
"... You... You... I HATE you Rin!! I hate you! I'm the one who found it!"
"You found its true heart, yes. For that we're both grateful to you. Too bad it didn't find you, though."
"..."
"Nir, I know I'm not always honest with myself. But neither are you. Even this dress can tell. I won't let
you make me feel bad anymore. The future stretches out in front of us, begging to be stitched into something
beautiful!"
"... I... I won't forget this insult, Rin. I won't!"
* * *
Rin smiled beautifully as Nir sulked and escaped with her tail between her legs. Rin soon descended into the
atmosphere of a nearby planet and began to fly. The blue sky wrapped us as the wind tickled us both. We were
both set free. We were going to be together forever. Very literally beyond all concepts of space and time.
Rin, the Witch of the Norn and I... her beautiful fluttering blue sundress that pressed gently against her
thighs against the atmospheric winds. Rin sniffled and smiled as tears flew back from her eyes and turned to
ice in the cold. She spread out her arms and flew. She had nowhere to go but the sky was infinite and
beautiful. And I would be there for her.
How could I even describe my feelings? I still remember when Rin weaved me into the cloth I would now always
inhabit. As I gained the best of both "life" and my ethereal state. As I became beauty itself, waiting to
complete Rin's own. I don't have the words to describe how it felt when Rin slipped me on for the first time.
Just as I cannot describe what it felt to fly with her in this moment, feeling her immortal soul cast off
what had to be eons of weight. All I know is that my soul trembles at the privilege of being there for it. I
cannot fully convey to you how grateful I am that I could be in that moment. It wasn't lost on me, either,
that Nir in her own way made this possible. I suppose the profundity of all this is why part of my being came
to you to begin with. You're listening to what might as well be an aftershock.
... Right. I promised I'd describe what it felt like to be a dress, didn't I? Of course. I know now that if I
do this, this'll be the last thing I do. The last thing as someone with words to share. After this... I'll
become one of Rin's soul clothes forever. I'll become true witchcloth like the rest of my sisters. Never to
speak another word. Never to think another human thought. Just feel in the way only we can feel. Whether that
disturbs or excites you I suppose depends on whether Rin would choose you as well.
Just know that if even a tiny part of you envies what you're about to hear, only contact Rin herself at your
own risk. I did say that there was a risk even with someone like Rin? You could wind up with your own needle
card. You could wind up joining me. But... if you really are anything like me, I can promise, it'll be
wonderful. And you don't need to be scared. I'll be delighted to have you as one of my sisters.
Okay. Here we go. The last human thing I do before I can truly join the others: tell you how I felt.
How to even begin? It started from when I was completed. If I thought I felt oneness with Rin's realm before,
it has no comparison to how it felt once I truly became a member of it. My heart instantly emptied of all
petty emotions. Jealousy, envy, covetousness, doubt. All of those things spilled out of me forever, as if my
whole being was hollow and it would no longer be filled with those things. Which I suppose is true. I was
hollow. Rin had transformed my very being into a light blue sundress. Something breezy, happy and light.
Happy and light feelings she, as a witch, had never previously embraced. I tell you, even now I internally
tremble imagining that I was the soul who could become part of this. That it was my body which would become
Rin's first dress since she awakened to her heart. Her first fitting. As I became blue cotton witchcloth I
already knew how profound this would be. While being a human historical figure would be special for
centuries, bringing Rin cheer would last on the order of epochs. There are no words in any human language for
how humbled I was to be part of this.
I still remember when Rin faced me, still in her underwear. A white satin bra and panties with red ribbons. And
like Nir, she was kind of surprisingly "bigger" under the hoodie she usually wears. My physical libido was
long gone so I didn't immediately consider it at the time. Briefly (no pun intended) I thought about her
underwear. Who could that have been at one time I wondered? Regardless soon I would know her body just as
well. I felt it so purely. As she slipped me on, we became one being. Her with a heart and soul and me as
essential to showing it. In a way only together were we a person. I felt everything as I settled against her.
The feel of her skin. The scent of evaporated sweat. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The
exact way she walked as her hips brushed me as she walked. The exact curvature of her body. If you're
imagining a full-body groping then you're still thinking in human terms. There's no human way to describe
this feeling. I could feel her WHOLE BEING inside me. Every inch of her body. Her feelings. Her worries. Her
joys. I even got some physical sensations outside of my dressy domain such as how the hair feels on her head
or her regular blinking. We truly did become one. Of course, time *away* from Rin is lovely too in its own
way but I don't have the time or sentience to go deep into it. I could even feel the heat on the back of her
earlobes. None of this was direct sensation, but rather almost perfect empathy. The kind that can only arise
from ceding the self to absolute love. Rin and I were one. I loved her with every literal (cotton) fiber of
my being and I could feel her love and gratitude for me. As we flew in the sky together I could feel us both
rising towards something more. My "skin" fluttered across her, pressing against her chest and top of her
thighs. The arms and neck holes feeling wind blow through them and massage her whole body in ripples using me
as a medium. I could hear Rin crying again as we flew together, but she was smiling the whole time.
As the excitement of flight finally settled... so did my mind... my thoughts... I don't need them anymore...
I only.. I only kept them long enough so...
so I could...
* * *
The ghostly projection of Rin in a sundress in front of you gave a wistful smile. The first smile she gave
since she appeared before you.
"I only kept them long enough so... so I could give you a smile too. Since you chose to learn about witches
anyway. I'm a sundress... I exist to bring beauty and hope to others, including you."
* * *
... As I flew with Rin... I wanted the world to know. I wanted every being that was ever born or would be
born to know... how perfect we were. I would be with Rin forever. Even when not being worn, I would share a
bond with my other sisters. We would wordlessly share our love for Rin and for each other. I would gladly
wait eons before being put to use again. I might even tolerate Nir's beautiful body if she could be nice for
even one second.
This is what it meant... I felt the cosmos again... I was part of Rin's collection now. I always would be. I
would be complete... I am complete... not many souls can say that... to have truly reached Heaven.
Whether... whether this is also yours... or you have another I promise...
I promise...
promise...
I.. I... I...
Rin and I... Rin and I... will do our best for you... we will help...
Love... love will prevail... somehow... love...
That's my final... that's my final word...
love... love... love... love you...
* * *
"Love... love..."
The ghostly Rin says not another word. She just looks into your eyes and smiles one last time.
Soon she vanishes, leaving you behind.
* * *
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Thanks to Irina for proofreading and editing!
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I'm a big fan of clothing tf stories.
At first i hated the series for being slow-paced and not jumping strait to tf part, however for some reason i could not get it out of my head for the entire week and i ended up rereading it twice and i cant stop to think about it even now.
Turns out that i loved it in the end. I think what hooked me up was the fact that lewd parts of this were out of focus, and instead of them you focused of the theme of completeness and mutual love.
Regarding this:
>> "A white satin bra and panties with red ribbons. And like Nir, she was kind of surprisingly "bigger" under the hoodie she usually wears. My physical libido was long gone so I didn't immediately consider it at the time. Briefly (no pun intended) I thought about her underwear. Who could that have been at one time I wondered?"
For some reason i'm very eager to know to read more about that. It could be especially interesting to peek at the similar story, but without character conflict and the trauma overcoming. How would such story look like if Rin found a perfect piece of clothing to possess, but its not a dress and she is not invested that much? How would this person feel if this is just so sudden and nobody really wants to give a detailed explanation, just doing their usual witchcloth stuff? Isn't it scary that a smiling girl tells you that you are dead and now you will be an inanimate object for her to use for eternity? Maybe this item is even given to another witch without really having a choice.
Anyway, thanks for your work, it really feels like something unique.
Yeah, I wanted to explore a different angle. I figured the straight up lewd angle has been done by people who can do it better. I wanted to explore something different, the unacknowledged possible spiritual yearnings of people who might have this particular tf kink.
Rin's undies in that scene are actually a cameo of sorts. Really, anytime we're dealing with Rin and I take an extra moment to focus on a piece of clothing, you can be reasonably sure that used to be someone I know.
The scenario you just described is almost the default setup for those who meet this fate, yeah. Rin, having mastery over a degree of time, space and fate actually has the ability to determine who would actually truly enjoy that position by looking at their "fate threads". Whether they know it themselves yet. Much in the same sense that a lot of TGTF is *essentially* about an egg being magically hatched. It'd be disorienting and almost terrifying, but the scariest part would be that you find yourself liking it. You'd motionlessly squirm and thrash not just because you're trapped by your new fabric body, but because you have no idea how to process those alien feelings of belonging and bliss. Rin's also got a serious shortcoming that she's rarely ever forthcoming about what she plans to do to someone. As much as she's the "good" witch of the four, she's still not operating on human morality. She doesn't seek consent, informed or otherwise and in fact has a practiced rant about human arrogance if you try to poke her about it. (for the record I don't necessarily agree with her, or would try and defend her position. But then, I'm not a witch, I am a human.) And yes, you'd get no say in what happens to you after. People make decisions, not objects!
That said, Rin's easiest targets tend to be people who have the clothing tf kink but never considered it anything more than that. Since they've already mentally prepared themselves for the fate she plans for them on some level, it makes the transition smooth as silk. Pun very much intended. But the piquant flavor of shock would still be there. It'd be as surprising to them as I'm hoping this story is, in a broad meta sense. And I was really hoping it was unique or had never been done before.
I'm really happy this story gave you a lot to chew on mentally, as that was definitely the intent. I hope my elaboration made a good mental dessert!
@Midnight_Tea ,
Thanks for your reply, it really feels like we are on the same page there
>>"Yeah, I wanted to explore a different angle. I figured the straight up lewd angle has been done by people who can do it better. I wanted to explore something different, the unacknowledged possible spiritual yearnings of people who might have this particular tf kink."
Also with the lewd route you probably wouldnt be able to achieve the desired text length, this stuff usually takes no more than a few paragraphs (ie a caption) if you are not repetitive and are not going down to disgusting bodily fluids descriptions. Just wanted to say that i like that design decision
Actually, a few questions popped up, so please let me peek into your head a bit more
>>"Rin's undies in that scene are actually a cameo of sorts. Really, anytime we're dealing with Rin and I take an extra moment to focus on a piece of clothing, you can be reasonably sure that used to be someone I know. "
I wonder why, what is your motivation for that and how exactly do you map a person to a particular item in your mind?
>>"Rin's also got a serious shortcoming that she's rarely ever forthcoming about what she plans to do to someone. As much as she's the "good" witch of the four, she's still not operating on human morality. She doesn't seek consent, informed or otherwise and in fact has a practiced rant about human arrogance if you try to poke her about it. (for the record I don't necessarily agree with her, or would try and defend her position. But then, I'm not a witch, I am a human.) And yes, you'd get no say in what happens to you after. People make decisions, not objects!"
This does make perfect sense, however now i'm kind of puzzled why protagonist of first fitting got so much of her attention and why things happened the way they happened. She even changed her decision on protagonists fate, and even amended her own life choices
>> "And I was really hoping it was unique or had never been done before."
The internet is old and huge, so its hard to tell, but at least i havent seen such stories before
>> "I'm really happy this story gave you a lot to chew on mentally, as that was definitely the intent. I hope my elaboration made a good mental dessert!"
yes, thanks again
Also i wonder what is the motivation for the witchcloth transformation? I dont think it was being mentioned anywhere. Why is the regular clothing not good enough? Its obvious that the clothing has connection with the owner, but it does not seem to be two-sided. You kind of sending mixed signals there, because line " They soundlessly scream and scream until their hearts surrender to the fabric." actually implies that there is no feedback whatsoever, but the line "Some of our shared witchcloth even prefer her body over mine. " directly states that there is some. And if there is some, what kind of feedback is it? Is it like actually carrying the entire chorus of voices on your shoulders all the time?
@owpgmwvuwpocfpvczp
>> "I wonder why, what is your motivation for that and how exactly do you map a person to a particular item in your mind?
"
Why? because it's fun. No deeper reason, I have some friends who have the kink too, why not do something cute with their favorite thing to become. I always love hearing from people who'd submit themselves to Rin if she were real. But no promises Rin isn't somehow looking over my shoulder and making a list. I can only promise that at least it isn't a Death Note.
>> "This does make perfect sense, however now i'm kind of puzzled why protagonist of first fitting got so much of her attention and why things happened the way they happened. She even changed her decision on protagonists fate, and even amended her own life choices."
Oh, it's normal for Rin to spend some time with someone without telling them what's going to happen. She didn't tell the protagonist until it was too late either. I think from the beginning she "knew" the protagonist was meant to be her's rather than Nir's. But she was in denial of it. But knowing on some level is why she stalled/hesitated so long in making the dress, to the point of Nir yelling at her. The protagonist shook her out of it and made her realize the mistake she almost made. She was in a vulnerable state at the time and not really thinking clearly. The situation in this story was unusual in a number of respects.
>> "Also i wonder what is the motivation for the witchcloth transformation? I dont think it was being mentioned anywhere. Why is the regular clothing not good enough?"
Short version: witches pass through time and eons as they travel. Time and space are totally relative to them. Ordinary clothes would fray into dust rapidly as they pass back and forth through eons on a whim. Meanwhile witchcloth cannot be damaged or destroyed easily, if at all. It's also really easy to clean and isn't subject to wear and tear. There's so many perks to witchcloth that every witch always wants more.
>> "Its obvious that the clothing has connection with the owner, but it does not seem to be two-sided. You kind of sending mixed signals there, because line " They soundlessly scream and scream until their hearts surrender to the fabric." actually implies that there is no feedback whatsoever but the line "Some of our shared witchcloth even prefer her body over mine. " directly states that there is some."
Actually I more meant to imply that many witches (and Nir) are just utter SADISTS that they'd actually get a rush out of the witchcloth's torment, at least while it lasts. Not hearing the voices so much as the tormented feelings of a soul being subjugated into clothing. Witches can be incredibly cruel in their attempts to alleviate their boredom of being infinity years old. Slowly watching the humanity fade from their clothes is a pretty fun (if fleeting) distraction for some of them. It's a point of conflict between Rin and other witches, as they still depend on her but she refuses to pander to that cruel whim anymore. Either they receive witchcloth that was perfect for the role and a soul ideal for embracing egoless feminine eternity blissfully, or they can go nude as far as Rin is concerned.
>> "And if there is some, what kind of feedback is it? Is it like actually carrying the entire chorus of voices on your shoulders all the time?"
Witchcloth doesn't speak. Rin can sense their desires because of her unique nature of being its creator. But the feelings are there for anyone wearing it. At first they start out very vivid but over time witchcloth becomes much more subdued in "personality" as their life is very much an inactive one. If you ever felt really happy wearing new clothes or dressing up your avatar in an MMO just the right way, that's what it feels like to wear it. An energy, not even recognizable as coming a different person or self. Imagine that but the glow of being beautiful in your new clothes never fading. That's the witchcloth "communicating" with you in support of your beauty or gratitude that they can be part of it.
@Midnight_Tea Thanks, now it feels like i have a full picture
>> "I have some friends who have the kink too, why not do something cute with their favorite thing to become. I always love hearing from people who'd submit themselves to Rin if she were real."
I wonder why some people are so open about this seemingly intimate thing
@owpgmwvuwpocfpvczp Oh believe me, they weren't open exactly. I had to cajole a lot. It's one reason I wanted to write a story like this, where you don't need the kink to find it interesting. I'm open about it myself because I'm middle aged in RL and I'm fresh out of both shame and f***s to give.
Thanks for your interest!