Turn Jessica into a Gown

Morgana waved her hand at Jessica. A bolt of magic hitting John’s sister in the chest.

“What the-“ Jessica said, but the changes began taking hold.

Jessica’s skin began to take on a shimmering quality. Weight began to leave her as she flattened.

“Morgana! No!” John exclaimed.

“She won’t be hurt,” Morgana said, “She’ll make the perfect gown.”

The magic began to melt Jessica’s clothes into the same shimmery fabric until she was a flat fabric caricature of herself.

Her head receded into her body forming the neckline of the dress, her arms detaching into silk gloves. Her legs merged into a billowing skirt. The fabric’s color changed from a mismatch of colors to a luxurious blue color. Within seconds Jessica had become a beautiful gown perfect in every way.

“Change her back!” John demanded.

“She was going to try and stop me,” Morgana said, “I couldn’t allow it. Also, she had great sentimental value to many people. That pricelessness is rare in items. And now she is a priceless gown.”

Morgana took off her silk dress and let it fall to the ground. As the silk hit the floor it erupted into a pile of coins.

“Jessica will be perfectly fine,” Morgana said, rubbing the fabric of the dress against her cheek, “She’ll be helping her brother, have a perfect prom. What more could she want?”

Morgana ushered John out of Jessica’s room as she got ready. John waited patiently down stairs in his tux. He kept telling himself over and over again that Jessica would be made Human again at the end of the night, but it didn’t help as much as he thought. Until Morgana came down the stairs.

Clad in the gorgeous shimmering gown, Morgana looked like a princess... no goddess. She had conjured herself up some high heels and done her hair up in a professional style. Her make up was seductive calling to John like a siren of old. His mind lingered away from the thought of his transformed twin. And thought of how much he wanted to pull Morgana close to him and never let go.

Jessica didn’t expect to like being turned into a gown. But her feelings changed as she felt her fabric touch Morgana’s skin. She felt pleasure radiate through her being. She loved the sensation, she loved being a dress. She was a mere object for her mistress to show off. Her job was to support her mistress’s breasts and hug her curves. Jessica was no longer a woman, she was an luxurious gown to wrap around her mistress’s body and entice men.