Dressup

Earlier in the week Aylin had received a tip about a custom clothing shop that she had to check out. Her friend had made a wrong turn off of the strip and stumbled upon it accidentally, before calling the young Lamia and urging her to check it out. A few days had passed and she had forgotten about her friends tip, initially having brushed the idea aside believing that it was unlikely anything could be found to match her specific needs. However at the prospect of a new job, and incidentally a new "work Uniform" as it were, her friends suggestion had suddenly pushed back to the front of her mind. Aylin had checked out a few other places earlier, with little success. Most of the clothing was imported from the mainland and offered her no real solutions to her own unique issues. The biggest being the long tail where legs ought to have been.

Aylin stood now perched on the street looking into the windows of Dark Arts fashion. The clothing featured was amazing for a lack of better words. Everything appeared to be hand made, and unique, with a beauty that seemed incomparable. Suddenly she wished she had listened to her friend sooner. After a few moments she made her way to the door, pulling it open gently before slipping inside. It took several moments before the door was actually allowed to close again, as her tail poured in around her. Inside the shop were even more outfits, dresses and accessories that threatened to catch her gaze and distract her from her current task. Yes she wanted to look, but first she needed to talk to the seamstress, and see what could be done for herself. "Scuse me." She asked out loud as she now visually scanned the shop for a sign of anyone being here.

With out waiting for a response Aylin slithered over to a nearby dress and began admiring it. it was a simple long flowy black dress. The kind that hugged ones figure tightly. Towards the bottom it seemed to flourish out dramatically, suggesting that it would sweep with every swing of the hips. naturally though, given the fit of the dress, there would be no way she could wear it. Her own dimensions made wearing things like that a little tricky at best.

Aylin reached out touching the black dress. The fabric was light and airy. It was cool to the touch, and as it slid through her fingers it left a tingling sensation. Aylin was not unaware of magic, and she suspected that perhaps the fabric itself was either of magical origin, or had been enchanted in some way. A smile crept across her lips as she imagined herself wearing something like this, how pretty she would look, and how everyone would stare. She could only assume though that such a thing was incredibly expensive, though if this new job panned out she might actually be able to afford this.

She was startled by the woman's voice cutting into the silence from another room in the shop. Whoever it was was just finishing something up and was going to be out shortly. She was ok with this, not being in any real hurry, and it did give her time to continue looking around at everything else the shop had to offer.

Next to the black dress was another one. Red in color and shorter than its counterpart. This one seemed to sparkle with some unknown radiance, and as Aylin reached out to touch it, she quickly withdrew her hand as she felt a gentle warmth come from it. It was amazing to think that people could do this with fabrics, but then again to be fair most of what people here could do was considered amazing. Even her own existence was something special.

A few moments later and Aylin looked up to see a woman appearing from a door located behind the main counter. For a moment she could only stare as the woman entered. This woman was like no one she had ever sen before. That wasn't a bad thing, It's not like she was unattractive, in fact quite the contrary. Instead she was just different and Aylin wanted to take it all in. As she entered the room, it seemed she had not actually taken notice of Aylin herself, as she began talking to her indicating that she needed to avoid light magic for at least a week.

The Mix up was only confirmed as Kaya turned catching sight of her and apologizing. Aylin smiled as she made her way over to the counter and Kaya. "It's quite alright." she started still looking the demoness over. "I love what you've done here." Aylin continued on gesturing to the shop shop in general. She hadn't had enough time to see everything, but from what she had seen it was apparent that there was quite a bit of talent contained here.

While she spoke she pulled her tail in to her. Slowly it coiled back and forth in front of the counter, stacking coils neatly on top of each other until she was no longer stretched out across the shops floor. "I'm hoping maybe you could help me out with some clothing."

Ayline smiled hopefully as Kaya looked her over and stated that she could help her. She had mentioned earlier that her prices were much better than other places, which was also a bonus as of the moment. But If things panned out with this new Job then money might not be such a problem. She hadn't told anyone yet, but her new job was going to be at Temptations, the stylish brothel that had opened up on the strip. It had taken her some time to actually work up the courage to apply, but after a while she had managed it, and had pretty much been hired on the spot for her rather unique situation.

She was to have a part time gig on the third floor, which was super exclusive VIP. The money that came through there was comparable to nothing else she had seen, and even working a single shift a month would prove more than enough. But, given that Aylin was a Lamia (a very sexual creature) She would end up working several shifts a week, granting her quite a nice pay check to afford her cost of living.

Before she could start though she would need a new wardrobe fitting her position. In the end she hadn't had enough money to really consider getting any sort of new clothing, let alone ones that were made for her, luckily a few close friends had been on standby ready to give her a modest loan to get her started.

Aylin continued to smile as she was told to follow the seamstress. She did so without hesitation , and quickly slipped over onto the raised portion of floor. There unfortunately wasn't a lot of room up in the center, and she had to fiddle around a bit to get comfortable. Even then a large portion of her tail still trailed off to the side disappearing behind the mirrors.

"Well. I need a few things..." She hesitated a moment, not entirely sure how to say she needed sexy panties, bras, garters and other revealing garments. Luckily there was more that she needed so it was best to start there. "A dress to start... black, form fitting, not too long, but If it goes to short..." She hiked up her skirt a little as she spoke, showing Kaya, how even a full sized skirt quickly turned into a mini with only a few inches. The trick now was to find the middle ground. Too long and she might tear it while she moves, too short and everyone gets a free show.

The idea of stripping down was not so uncomfortable for Aylin. There were after all other things that were far more embarrassing for a Lamia. Shedding being the big one. Right now though her skin was perfect and smooth, so there was no reason not to do as she was instructed. She smiled again giving Kaya a quick nod before beginning to remove her clothing.

First was her top. A simple t shirt that did well to show off her bust. She slipped it easily over her head exposing her soft pale skin to the light. The red patterns on her back clashed violently with her pale complexion, in a surprisingly appealing way. Without a thought she unhooked her bra, which fell free, sliding down her arms, allowing her breasts the much needed room to breath. Her skirt came next, and was rather easy considering it buttoned up on the side, meaning she didn't have to slide it along her entire tails length to remove it. Finally she removed her panties. They had at one point been a string bikini, that had simply been modified for her to use as underwear. All of her clothes she tossed gently to the side as she now stood looking at her own nude figure in the mirror.

Perhaps had she asked Kaya might have instructed her to keep her undergarments on. But it was not something that Aylin readily thought about. After all she was very comfortable with her own body, and had no issue showing it off. Meanwhile she had been instructed not to mind the threads and to let the seamstress know if anything pinched. That was fair enough. But aside from that she wasn't sure what to do now. Should she just stand here naked, or should she raise her arms or pose?

After some thought she decided to simply wait for instruction, as she admired herself in the mirror. It also seemed like a good idea to explain a little more what she needed. "I just got hired on at Temptations. Have you heard of it? It's a brothel, a classy one, and I have nothing really to wear." AT the end of the day it wasn't so much what she was going to be wearing that really made a difference, so much as what she would be taking off.

So others from Temptations had come here too. That only worked to strengthen her belief that she had come to the right place. Knowing though that others had come here raised a few questions in her mind. As much as they all worked for the same employer, there was going to be a certain level of competition among all of them. Those who could not keep up would not get the clientele needed to keep active. Aylin was now curious as to what they had purchased, how they had compared to her, and even if they had mentioned where about they would work. She didn't ask any of this though, feeling it to be inappropriate to the circumstances.

Meanwhile as she drifted off into thought, various wonderful things were happening all around her. Threads seemed to be coming from all over wrapping this way and that around her body as they began to form the basis for her dress. It felt almost like one of those animated porno's where the girl is attacked by a tentacled monster. It even looked that way for a moment as each strand wrapped around her body forming the outline and frame of the future dress. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling to her, just a little odd. It even tickled a bit. Even more so was the feeling of support forming under her breasts as they began to lift up under the threads.

Before long she had what looked like a functional dress forming, with one piece missing. The midriff. Kaya had stopped for a moment asking what she had thought about a couple of different designs. As she described them, the fabric seemed to respond to her voice taking the shape of whatever she said, holding it's form for a moment before moving onto the next design. In truth it was hard to pick, but knowing she could only wear one she made a decision. "Lets keep the sides and hips open. I like the way it looks." Something like this was wonderful in that it showed the transition from her pale skin to her soft white scales. It was visibly pleasing to the eye.