Accidental Godhood

With no time to bask in afterglow, Milan caught the vial slipping away. Legs still wobbly, she leaped for it as it made its way back into her bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, this particular vial had briefly come loose in the box in transit to the building. For about a minute and a half it rubbed up against another in tune to the bumps of the delivery truck. It wasn't enough time to break it inside the box, but it was to leave a minute chip in the glass, not big enough to be seen by the naked eye but just enough to catch into the skin on Milan's thumb and--

"Yeeowch," Milan winced as she dropped the vial the moment it entered her hand. The momentary chaos caused the ambient Manacite in the air to lose its own grip on the vial for just long enough to allow it to fall onto the floor and shatter. Milan expected the powder to join the red mist in the air, but instead it lingered. A single drop of Milan's blood remained on the vial and as it collected, the Manacite powder pooled itself to collect it. Milan marveled as the powder on the floor shimmered for the briefest of moments when the drop of blood finally dripped into it. All of the currently living articles of clothing in her apartment collapsed for a moment before collecting themselves once again.

"What was that?" Milan asked. The red patent boots approached her, bending at the ankles as if to motion toward the powder. "Do you want me to touch it?"

There was a moment of motionlessness, but the boots gave a curtzy in response. Milan, still unsure of the situation but knowing her clothes had no intention of actually harming her placed the line of broken skin from her thumb into the Manacite. The effect was immediate. Not only did the powder on the floor collect into her finger, but the red mist throughout the penthouse as well.

She could see everything--how the powder worked, how to channel it properly, even loosely envisioning how all of the clothes alive in the room were stitched together and all the women who tried them on before she finally brought them home. More importantly, she could see into every apartment of the building. She could see into every building that currently had Manacite in it. The clothes in every store she ever stepped foot into. By accepting it directly into her blood both she and the Manacite ceased to exist. They were one and the same now.

Milan looked down at the boots with a smirk on her face. She snapped her fingers and the doors to her closet burst open and all manner of clothing floated or stepped out and filled to Milan's proportions. A pair of black leather gauntlet gloves cupped her bare breasts as the white silk gloves wrapped around her waist and used their hands to loosely cover her nudity. She stepped into her bedroom, running her finger sensually along an empty thigh-high boot's cuff. "Okay girls, ready to cause some mischief?"