Put on the one piece

You go into the cramped changing room and are a little worried how you're going to get this thing on. You take off your robes easily enough and slip out of your panties and bra. You stuff the underwear in a pocket of your robe.

Being naked this close to the 4 men feels odd, you're definitely not stronger than them but your body and their interest in it gives you a strange power over them that you're not used to. The attention is a little intoxicating and you're just now getting used to the careful power balance of feeding it.

You don't want to lead the boys on and give them the wrong impression... But you also don't want to appear stuck up or prudish. Could you even be platonic friends with a group of guys who were clearly interested in you? At least three of them were, Peroh you weren't so sure about. You guessed that was up to them, you would act friendly and if they couldn't handle that they wouldn't stick around. Somewhere in the back of your head was knocking around the idea that you didn't have to remain just friends with all of them...

Pulling on the suit was easier than you expected. You simply held it to your chest and the seams came apart before the garment wrapped itself around you and reformed. Looking in the mirror, you're sure the fit was right but it felt very tight. The suit hugged and displayed every curve you had. You're just glad it didn't ride up between your cheeks. You thought that this being one of the most modest options available certainly said something about sorceresses. But was it something bad?

While you stuffed your robe and underwear in a bag that came with your new swimsuit you thought back to what Tritera had said about how naturally adventurous sorceresses are. Maybe you should loosen up. But you had plenty of time to get around to loosening up. For now you're dressed up and ready to go.