Her Old Self

She wasn't bad looking before, she was on the more petite side and was often called cute or adorable by her sex partners, which weren't that numerous but she got her way when she wanted to. And people have a positive disposition to cute girls, more willing to help when asked. Even if she was sure that her new body ensured her a wealth of people willing to do her bidding just to get her attention. But alas, subtlety is more important in matter of intrigue and subterfuge.

She felt her connection to the world around her and began channeling what would be a moderate amount of Arcane Energy, only now it was an almost insignificant amount to her new form. The blockage will happen, and she will most probably won't be able to do vast amounts of powerful magic and manipulations as frequently as she could in her true form, but it would still be more powerful than the average mage. Her body shrank, from the tall stature which rivaled the tall Ashani elves, she sized down to be on the more below average size she once had. Her enormous mountains of a breasts slithered back into their old shape, so did her thighs, her waist remained roughly the same, she felt a little bit of a shame for forgoing these features. Lastly were her a bit more other-world-ish features, her two black horns that adorned her head like a crown, her massive black wings with the purple hues, her fabulous tail, all disappeared back into her body.

Where once was a naked buxom goddess now stood a naked old Anara, still a pleasant sight by anyone's account. "That's a problem actually" she said to herself, even in this status she will still get attention and turn a few heads if she didn't clothe herself. Luckily, feeling very little resistance while channeling arcane energies to keep her body in shape, she began to conjure up another spell.

She would've considered it a waste to use so much energy on clothing, but with the abundance she had now, no reason not to do that. She began commanding tiny creatures that float in the air, flies and insects to create her new attire, transmuting grass and mud into fabric and embroidery. She built her outfit as having a tight fit dark unitard underneath an inconspicuous hooded cloak. With the unitard having an open back to allow her to expand her wings if needed, and a zip from her crotch to her tailbone, leaving a small window just above it. She rationalised it as if she had to relive herself, release her tail or just if she found someone to have quick fun with. The fabric was scaly like the scales of the dragons of old before the extinction, and just as hard to ensure her survivability. She ensured to make the fabric as strong as possible while still flexible and be able to accommodate her switching between her forms.

Next to it she constructed a new hooded cloak, one that was fire and water deterrent, that would ensure she will be dry even if jumping into deep water, while safe even with a dragon breathing straight at her, hopefully. The new cloak would be easy to move aside for her to take flight, or fight, while giving her complete anonymity when hooded. Further more she crafted two satchels that would fit the sides of or hips, she made in virtually indestructible while expanding the space inside to provide her with practically infinite storage.

She smiled, it wasn't too fancy but she could've easily be a clothes designer in another life. She felt a bit fuzzy with her connection to the arcane energies, also for some reason quite horny, but it was sure worth it.

Anara slowly put on her new attire, one foot in front of the other, savoring the amazing feel of the fabric. She had to pull a bit harder to get passed her cute butt, and fitted her hands and head into it. It felt like a second skin, full freedom of movement while still having a tight hold of her body. She tried reverting back to her divine form, the outfit expanding with her, fitting her curves perfectly even in her true form. Next she levitated a stone and crushed it to make a sharp spike and tried to stab at herself. She felt nothing, neither did the sharp edge go through and also the **** of the the blow was dissipated across the fabric, as it was an extremely sturdy plate armour.

She put her cloak on, only for the hood getting stuck on her horns. "Fuck, just when I show my brilliance I have to ruin it with being an awkward idiot" annoyed, changing herself to the more human form, which was now her disguise.

With these protections Anara hoped she could protect herself against any of the wizard's underlings until she could find him and take ****, also she looked good in that outfit.

"Now.. Where's next?" she asked herself, scanning the horizon, amazed by how keen her sight was. She couldn't find any traces of roads or hamlets nearby, just rows upon rows of rolling hills with some trees scattered. To her west there was some king of a forest, she might have some more luck there, she thought. Checking her conductivity, she noticed the change and the crafting of her outfit took quite a toll on her. As well as the continuous channeling to keep her disguise was a slow drain on her. "Well, there's no actual reason not to be myself now, at least until I find civilisation" she said to herself, "Otherwise it will just be a squander of energy". She felt her body expand gain, and as her wings grew out, she flapped them and flew towards the forest.

For more about her new attire: Chapter 2.15.1 "Anara's new attire"