Lucky, for Now.

Adora looked down at herself and breathed a sigh of relief. She was taller, buffer, and considerably more dressed.

"Are they alive too?" Brightcloth said.

"I hope not," Adora muttered. She looked around, before beginning to hurry off, giving up her items of clothing as a lost cause.

It wasn't far back to the castle. Turning her sword into a bracelet, as she usually did to carry it, she wore it over her wrist and did her utmost to not accidentally use its power. Adora went quickly back to Bright Moon.

The guards gave her a few strange looks to see her transformed, and a few stranger looks to see her jacket floating along behind her.

She narrowly avoided them seeing her panties, snatching the fluttering underwear out of the air and screwing it up in her fist. That would raise questions she didn't want to answer. It made a few muffled noises before going quiet.

Eventually Adora found her way to her friend Glimmer's room.

"Hi! Little help?" Adora said.

"Adora?" Glimmer said.

Adora hurried into the room. Brightcloth followed her, looking as bewildered as a jacket could. Glimmer blinked.

"What's..." Glimmer said.

"I'm alive," Brightcloth said. "Being alive's weird."

Glimmer stared.

"So, er, tiny mishap," Adora said.

"Why are you She-Ra?" Glimmer said.

"I was out practising and, er, well," Adora said. She opened her palm. "My clothes kind of... came to life."

Asslover fluttered up, Glimmer's eyes suddenly widening. The panties looked between the two.

"Hey! Want to wear me?" it said. Glimmer took a hasty step back. "You look different. She's so firm and tight but, ooh, you look softer, could be comfy."

"Adora!" Glimmer yelped. Adora blushed. "It's weird talking to you up there, can you transform back?"

"Um," Adora said. "If I do, I'm not exactly going to have anything..."

"What?" Glimmer said. her eyes widened. "Oh! You mean all your clothes... Oh!"

"So I was hoping there was something spare around hereI could use..." Adora said.

Her voice trailed off as she saw Glimmer staring at her.

"What?" Adora said.

"Adora," Glimmer said. " We're in the middle of a war. Resources are limited."

"I know, but-"

"Name one person you've seen here who's worn anything else in the months you've been here," Glimmer said. "I've been wearing this as long as I can remember. We don't _have _spare clothes."

Adora stared in mounting horror. In the corner of the room meanwhile, Brightcloth was trying to talk to a cushion.

Okay. So. No clothes. That meant... what? Try to stay She-Ra indefinitely? That was... maybe her best option.