surprisingly, she gets dressed

"Please," Adora pleaded. She knelt on the ground, arms still over her breasts, as she looked out at the array of clothing. "Brightcloth! Are you, er, okay?"

Her jacket was fluttering around nervously. After a bit more panicked waving, it turned to face her.

"Why am I alive?!" she said tremulously. "I'm not meant to be alive, am I? I have thoughts now, and wings, and a voice, I never had any of those. What am I meant to do with them?"

"Tell you what," Adora said placatingly. "You can relax. Just come down, you can still act like an ordinary jacket, if you're scared you don't have to leave your comfort zone."

"I... really?" Brightcloth said. She fluttered closer.

"Och! Tha's a dirteh trick," Tallwear said.

"You!" Adora began. She swallowed. Probably best not to be angry with the pants that refused to let her wear them, in case they ran off. "It doesn't have to be for good. You can go off and be... free, or whatever it is you want, just, let me get to Bright Moon first. That's all I want."

Brightcloth meanwhile was slipping itself over her arms. She pulled the red jacket tighter, and felt her relax over her. It showed a little more cleavage than she was comfortable with, but at least she wasn't topless any more.

"Ah am a prood trooser!" Tallwear declared. "Ah willnae submit tae slavery!"

"What about, er, a favour?" Adora said. "We'm, um, had some good times haven't we? Just get me back to Bright Moon. It's got to be a better place to start your, um, adventures, right?"

"Ah," Tallwear began. He did the best equivalent of eyeing her that a pair of pants could muster. "Aye. Once mair, fur auld time's sake?"

Adora breathed a sigh of relief. There was something odd in his voice, but it wasn't like she was used to reading the expression or emotion of an article of clothing.

"Thanks," she said.

He flopped over, and allowed her to delicately slide him up her bare legs, blushing slightly. Jacket and pants. Technically she was decent, so long as Brightcloth stayed done up and Tallwear didn't hurry off. Although it could be better if...

"Hey babe," her panties fluttered closer.

Adora batted them away. No. Something that flirty wasn't going anywhere near her intimates. It didn't help matters that, where Swiftwind had grown a horn, her panties had grown something distinctly-

Adora coughed and looked away.

"Hey!" she called to her shirt. "Would you mind being worn too, just until we get back?"

"Well I say!" the mildly English voice said. "I've only been alive for me to know you for a matter of minutes, and already you want me in contact with your..." he dropped his voice to a whisper. "Decolletage." He spoke loudly again. "How inappropriate!"

"Oh, I wouldn't mind," her panties said.

Adora blushed. Those two might be a lost cause.

Still, she had a start. Moving quickly, before anything else could change its mind, Adora hurried back to Bright Moon, her nervous jacket held tight over her bare chest, and her **** pants pulled up to her waist.

It was a little weird knowing that all that was protecting her modesty was sentient, and she really didn't want to think too hard about that, but so long as no regular people got to see, much less get close enough to touch, her like this, she'd consider that a victory.

Adora picked up her pace as Bright Moon came into view. As she passed one of the guards, she raised a hand in a nervous wave, keeping one hand where it was to keep Brightcloth from flapping open.

"Hi! Normal day. Nothing weird to see here," she laughed nervously.

The guard looked at her strangely and, blushing, Adora progressed on into the city.

(thanks to Earsprhot)