“This should do it,” an arctic vixen said, putting a pair of gold-colored ribbons on the counter. “Exactly the kind of spells you wanted, and it hopefully won’t explode.” She smirked at that last part, knowing that it wouldn’t. “That’ll be $64.”
	“Thank you, Aileas,” the customer, a tigress anthro, replied as she pulled a wallet from her pocket. She reached in with her index and thumb, into the magically-expanded inner pocket and extracted the correct amount of money in physical cash. That and the ribbons swiftly changed hands.
	“Come back soon, Ning!” Aileas called as the tigress went to leave.
	“You know I will, and I’ll be sure to bring more ideas next time!”

* * * * * *

	Ning did not have to wait very long for her fox husband, Chester. He let the heavy wooden doors of her mansion slam shut, and when he took a few steps forward, she teleported right behind him and threw her arms around his abdomen. “Welcome home, honey,” she said. “I got something for us.”
	“And what would that be?” He turned around in her arms, putting his around her ribs and back. She let him go and handed him one of the ribbons. His ears perked up as he sensed the spells that were put on it. “So, you’ve been at Aileas’s shop again?”
	“I have, and this will help for a little event coming shortly. I did pay a good amount for these.” Chester knew that she didn’t actually have as much wealth as the secluded mansion would suggest, instead relying on her magic to create what she wanted, even if she never did explain how exactly her home came to be. “We’re going to need a couple of volunteers to assist us, of course.”
	“Assist us with what?”
	“With being a subject for the spells on them. I may or may not have signed us up for another local ball.”
	Chester’s eyes lit up. “You’ll give me that little confidence boost, right?”
	“Of course I will! And I know just the right pair of volunteers.”
	“Karina and Aileas? I’m pretty sure they’re both off today.”
	“And so they are.”

	Aileas was the first to arrive, followed a couple of minutes later by Karina, the ebony-furred wolf lady. The former, of course, knew what spell the ribbons held, but Karina had to be brought up to speed. “So, you’re sayin’,” she drawled, “that as soon as I tie that ribbon around my wrist, I’ll turn into a ball gown?”
	“That’s right, plus the usual ‘staying conscious and aware’ part. You’ll even change to fit whoever puts you on and will change in design to whatever the wearer wants,” Chester answered. “Turning you back is a simple matter of taking the ribbon off.”
	“And it’s just for tonight?”
	“Just tonight,” Aileas chimed in. “You and I will look so pretty, Karina!”
	“Ah, fine, it ain’t even the first time I’ve become clothing.”
	“So, you two agree?” Ning asked. The vixen and wolf nodded. “Good! Who wants to go first?”
	“I will!” Aileas chirped as she stepped forward. “And shall we decide who wears whom, or will that be up to you two?” She indicated the couple.
	“Our call, I guess,” Chester said. “How about I get you and Ning gets Karina?”
	“That’s fair,” his wife said. Karina nodded. Without saying anything more, Chester stepped forward and tied the ribbon in his hands around Aileas’s wrist. The spell it held took effect at once as the ribbon fused to the vixen’s wrist and she froze in place. The other three watched in fascination as her body seemed to deflate due to hollowing out, clothing and flesh fusing into a soft white fabric that matched her former fur. Her head abruptly disappeared without a sound as her legs fused together with the feetpaws also vanishing, then they swelled outwards into a very large skirt. Following this, where Aileas’s torso gave way to the front of her neck, what was now a collar lowered somewhat, and then her arms separated from her shoulders, shortening to just beyond the elbows and becoming gloves. In that instant, Aileas the dress bagan to fall to the floor, but Chester caught her immediately and began to take in her new form: a plain, single-color design, or at least it was until he put her on, in which case that was going to change.
	“And now it’s your turn,” Ning said to Karina, tying the ribbon in her hand around Karina’s wrist. As the wolf began to turn into Ning’s attire for the upcoming event, Chester went over to the master bedroom, specifically, its walk-in closet with its full-length mirror. He pondered for a moment whether he would just go crossdressing, so deep in thought that he didn’t notice Ning come in, carrying a black dress that had been a wolf anthro not too long ago and starting to go through the wardrobe to find things to turn into petticoats for the night to hold her new dress’s skirt up. His pondering was interrupted by his wife putting a hand on his shoulder. “How do I look, honey?” she asked. Chester looked to see that the ball gown that had been Karina had taken on a floral design, with rhododendrons prominent among other flowers local to the Pacific Northwest going around the torso and skirt. She, too, had a pair of gloves with the ribbon remaining present over the one, with a very small amount of cleavage. Her outfit also had a bit of deep red and yellow trim, the latter matching that of the former wolf’s eyes.
	“Stunning,” Chester remarked.
	“And have you decided how your new attire will look?”
	“Honestly, no. I’m not even sure how I should look, Ning.”
	“Thinking of turning yourself into a woman again? That’s fine if it’s what you want.”
	“Well, I guess I would feel more comfortable like that for the time being; I’ve been kind of going in that direction lately, anyway. Being genderfluid is hard, honey. But it’s not like I’m letting someone totally rewrite my mind and let some social media site determine how long I’m trapped as a completely different person!”
	Ning giggled. “So, you may proceed at your leisure.” She tapped the first joint of her middle and index finger against the mirror, then sharply turned away. Chester took a step forward, and his, or, as the fox determined, her eyes started to glow as he looked into them. A feeling that had long since become familiar to him washed over him, a tingle, as his own magic took hold. A few subtle details on her face changed, along with her cheeks becoming slightly more pronounced. Her nose shrank a small amount, and then the fur growing from her scalp became dark brown, humanlike hair that grew down to the middle of her back. After that, the changes moved downward, with her shoulders, then arms, and then her hands losing some volume, while a pair of mounds of flesh grew out from her upper chest. Her ribs lost some volume as her waist became a fair bit narrower, and then her hips became broader. As a part below her waistline turned into its female counterpart, her thighs swelled while her shins and feetpaws thinned out. After all that, her shirt and pants turned into the undergarments necessary for a ballgown, and the glow from her eyes ceased.
	“That’s better,” Chester, now Catherine, beamed, then turned to her wife. “You enjoy watching me do that, don’t you?”
	“Why, of course.” Ning ran a hand through Catherine’s hair, behind her back. “Do you want me to do your hair for you?”
	“Yes, I do. After that, I suppose we can go to the thing.” Ning grinned as she brushed her wife’s head once, and whatever anxiety Catherine was feeling about the upcoming event melted away. Catherine quickly slipped into the dress that was Aileas, and its design changed, turning dark blue over the back and front of the torso, as well as much of the skirt. On either side of the skirt, a large rounded pad grew out from the waistline, white with a light purple trim. Her gloves gained that same purple coloration, and the changes were complete. “And now we’re ready!”

* * * * * *

	“Enjoying your night, dear?” Ning asked, holding Catherine closely as they danced slowly, looking down at her over her feline snout. The song that the orchestra was currently playing was winding down, and the numerous dancing pairs within the pavilion were slowing down, too. Photographers wove through the group, and the vixen-tigress couple weren’t exactly being camera shy that night.
	“Loving it, honey. This was a lovely idea.” From Catherine’s right, Ning’s left, another camera flashed at them as they looked into each others’ eyes.
	“Of course it was. And I’m sure our assistants are enjoying it as much as we are.”
	“They are, I can feel it.” The couple pulled each other into a tight hug as the song stopped. “I really should get one of these as a permanent addition to my wardrobe.”
	“That’s a wonderful idea,” Ning said, pinching Catherine’s cheek. “You look so pretty in that, but of course, our friends will have to turn back when we’re done here.”
	“And that means Aileas could recreate exactly what she ended up as!”
	“Precisely.” Her ears twitched as the orchestra began playing again. “Keep dancing or break?”
	“Break.” Catherine nodded over to a large table that had been set up on one end of the room, with various drinks and foods laid out upon it. Cautiously, they avoided the other guests as they went about either dancing or relocating while they crossed the room, eventually reaching the table where each took a glass and filled it with water. “That’s better,” the vixen remarked after taking a sip.
	“Want to stay here for a while longer?”
	“Maybe through another song or two.” Another sip. “Might also stay as a woman for a while. In times like this, I wonder if I might actually be trans.” She looked up from her glass and around the room.
	“If that’s what you are, it’s what you are,” Ning replied, gulping down some of her water. The two finished their drinks, found a good spot, and rejoined the dancing until the vixen’s legs started to cramp, and so they called it a night.

* * * * * *

	“We should do that again sometime,” Karina said, now a wolf again. “Boy was that fun.”
	“Yes, it was!” Catherine said. “And, Aileas, you were by far the most wonderful dress I ever wore - so soft and a perfect fit.”
	“I’m glad the spell worked as intended,” the arctic fixen winked. “Those ribbons are still active, by the way. Should be good for two or three more changes into and back from a dress.”
	“That’s good to know,” Ning said. “Want to hold onto them for now?”
	“Sure, thank you.” Aileas took both ribbons and put them in a pocket. “Well, we’ll see you two later!” Karina and Aileas turned and left the mansion for their own homes.
	“What a night,” Catherine remarked, stretching and yawning as the last of Ning’s confidence boost spell wore off. “And now we can sleep.”
	“Yes, we will,” Ning said, turning towards the master bedroom. Neither of them felt like walking that far, and so Ning started warping the path to it with her magic to bring the door to them.

	The following day, the couple roamed around the garden behind the mansion, taking stock of what plants and decorations needed to be worked on and how, when they spotted two familiar figures waving from the outside of the fence, those being Aileas and Karina. “Good mornin’, you two!” the latter called out.
	“Hello to you, too,” Ning said as the couple approached their visitors. “If you’re interested in anything, we’re both still a bit sore from last night.”
	“Oh, that’s fine,” Aileas replied. “Speaking of last night, I was wondering something.” She presented the two ribbons she created last night. “How does a little role reversal sound?”
	Catherine and Ning looked at each other for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind if it was just today,” the vixen said with a shrug. “You two want to properly attend the ball?”
	“Yes, but one other thing. Would you two like to be displayed today, as dresses? I think these ribbons might enjoy quite a bit of success, and maybe the dresses, too, either made-as or transformed for a time from volunteers!”
	“That’s part of why I’m here now,” Karina added. It was then, the couple noticed, that the wolf had a camera with her.
	“You’ll be turned back after we’re done at the ball, I promise.”
	The couple hesitated, then Ning nodded, followed by Catherine. Aileas stepped back, and the tigress hopped over the fence without much difficulty and reached out with one hand, and Aileas immediately tied one of the ribbons around it. As Catherine went through the gate, Karina’s camera was already clicking away as the Vixen’s wife found herself turning into a ball gown.

* * * * * *

	It had been a while since Catherine had been turned into clothing, and she had no idea how much she missed it.  It was as if she were giving Aileas a constant, backwards hug, completely at the mercy of her wearer’s movements but enjoying the warm feeling that went with it. Every twitch of the fingers, every flutter of the skirt, and the view from slightly below the base of Aileas’s neck. Across from her, the soft fabric that had been her wife just that morning adorned Karina’s form, while the two friends danced with each other to a centuries-old orchestral tune. “You and Ning cook up some great ideas,” Karina complimented.
	“Yes, we do,” Aileas replied. “Can you believe that I’ve already gotten backorders for the new dresses? I don’t just mean the made-as items, but I can’t get enough volunteers!”
	“I ain’t a business person, but I’m pretty sure that’s success right there.”
	“Successful enough that Ning was willing to try it in both ways,” the vixen pointed out, as the tigress almost never let herself be transformed. She looked as if she had something else to say, but the words wouldn’t form.
	“Can’t think of anythin’ else to say?” Aileas simply shook her head in response. “No matter, we don’t have to talk to dance.” And so they continued to dance the night away.