Why not

You agree, standing there in torn pants and topless Edgar still can't look at you straight with you looking so ashamedly embarrassed magnifying your charm. "John Get dressed... I know you can do that magical clothes thing." Which is true to be honest one of the few things you were really good at was ethereal stitching turning one outfit into another as long as you had the material. Edgar's armor was an example.

Why you hadn't thought of that for a 'full' outfit rather than just patching up your pants? Well that's because it usually took a whole lot longer with your meagre mana pool; but now? You focus and think of an outfit to form from your oversized tunic boots belts and threadbare pants only to forge them into a robe!

...Or so you thought. Your 'robe' was devastatingly different than what you imagined... well... sort of... face it you're still way too damn horny!! You could only think of all these sexy ensembles and Lilean's prodding wasn't making it easy! You remember making this outfit for a noble enchantress... she was a massive slut... and Now you wore something nearly identical only on your slight frame.

You kept trying to change it but NOPE, the stubbourn outfit was in place and looked sluttier on you than it did on the woman you made it for the first time. Edgar grumbled "Seriously! John That's what you choose." You explained but he waved it off "I-I'm just not looking at you anymore! N-now lets go witchboi!" God you hated that nickname.

Lilean followed the two of you still deep in study of your glyphs, not making you any more comfortable but atleast the spell was thinning out a little after stealing a cloak on the way out and covering up. It was time to meet the 'party'.

Edgar's usual group was waiting outside of town for us. He travelled in a group of four; six including you and the druid.

Knoct! The feral. A Barbarian female.

Castus The Monk... a holy fist fighter... odd combination but that was his reputation.

Fedre the Priest. The healer of the party and allround good guy.