Day 6

The morning I found myself waking in a pile of warm bodies. Then the next thing was Lara stripping the covers and telling us to get a move on. From that point of the day, we were busy. Rushing from one location to another. First, it was to the fashion designer Maurice. He is Lara's Uncle, which given the size of Lara’s family a rather complex yet loose relationship. He has been providing our dresses for the last decade, as we moved from the realm of childhood to the lower outer court. We had seldom suffered his caustic wit, as he would spend under 5 minutes with us as he provided instruction to one of his junior dressers.

Yet this time, even though we were sacrifices he had us stay in his personnel studio, stand to one side. He told us to remove our garments, both of us knew enough that meant everything. Within seconds we were standing naked as he poked, prodded and measured.

While he was viewing the normally more private parts of my anatomy. He cupped one of my breasts and bounced it in his hand. Then slid his hand from my coccyx forward to my pubic mons with a finger that brushed the interior of each feature. He whispered, “You needed to take more time and enjoy each other more.” I blushed which was something that I had not done since childhood when my mother quizzed me about a boy I had a crush on.

He moved on to Lara, and his hands moved similarly while spending a fraction a little more time checking Lara’s bust line. I heard him comment, “Lara it is most unusual for reductions in size to occur in so few days. Remember that is an indication of the level of the bond.

Then he announced to the empty room. They have been affected by the natural malleability of the summoned. We must expect further changes. If the impacts on their bodies are this impactful how they will react to the strictures of normal life at the lower level of the clan cannot be underestimated.

At that, Maurice started to move quickly, even to my eyes his hands started to blur with the speed he was working. Our dresses were taken apart and recreated. Fabrics were replaced with higher grades. The thread used looked like it was liquid light. The glamour charms that had been part of the old dresses were replaced with new enchantments. Many that I was unable to decipher. It was clear as he finished that the dress now All I could tell was that they had been replaced with more defensive enhancements. There was even the faint scent of spirit being weaved through the garment.

Stolen story; please report.

As he finished we were rapidly dressed, for such tightly fitted clothing I expected that it would restrict my movement, Yet my dress was easier doon and was less restrictive. As Lara’s bodyguard, my previous dress had allowed considerable freedom of movement. Yet the new while apparently constricting, gave me as much freedom as those I wear while sparing.

We striped, I was about to take my previous undergarments, But Maurice said “You are not to wear those, use these. Replacements will be delivered to the barracks, and our new apartment”. The replacements were of higher grade and of different design. They were still functional and carried new and better enchantments. But the design concealed more yet left me feeling exposed. My previous undergarments were functional, but these were decadent. I started to blush, Maurice snapped “Girl you have a new partner to except don’t be silly”.

With that, we both found ourselves dressed in the garments we arrived in. Yet the movement was a little freer and they also fit better while revealing just a little more of our feminity.

We moved back to the entry and found Fonial waiting for us. He was now clad in the undress uniform of the household guard. It was comforting. Then I realised that I did not recognise the unit insignia. It was clear that he was an officer in a unit of the guard. I should have been able to place exactly where in the unit ranks the uniform placed him. But I could not.

Before being able to address anyone we were gathered up in the movement skill again and whipped through the streets towards my family's estates.

We were escorted to Aunty Helen's finishing school. Before I could grasp what was occurring we were in Helen’s studio and Fonial and Lara were being instructed in dance. Shockingly Lara and Fonial were accepted as direct students. Helen then informed me that my instructors were to alter my training to achieve the same goal of protecting Lara but from a more visible position.

Once dismissed yet again we were engulfed in the movement skill and returned to the barracks.

Once there we spent the next hours ensuring that Fonial was ready for what was to come.