Slouched in the metal and glass shelter by the side of the black road Vikris huddled deeper into his tattered robes and grumbled at the master for sending him here. It was freezing and he was not dressed for this climate or this world.

Still it wasn't his place to argue with the master over something as simple as this task. All he had to do was wait for the person due to meet him and retrieve the map. Then he could get out of this miserable weather and get warm and maybe get home to the warren before sunset. Vikris raised his head and hissed at the elderly marmoset who stepped into the shelter, she was giving him funny looks and he didn't fancy talking to her and trying to explain.

She took in his heavy leather loincloth, the ragged mage robes cut down to kobold size and stood at the far end of the shelter. She did a pretty good job of ignoring him though Vik took a perverse delight in leering at her occasionally which made her jump and twitch. Eventually a large mechanised vehicle rolled up and she scampered aboard hurriedly and sat peering out the window at him until it rumbled off down the road. Grumbling quietly Vikris drew further back into the shelter and muttered under his breath as the rain grew harder, pelting the tarmac turning it into a miniature river.

It was another twenty minutes before another vehicle pulled in and a grey and white wolf clambered out of it. He had a black collar around his neck with a golden tag attached and he was wearing comfortable and warm looking cotton clothing. The wolf raised a hand and moved out of the rain under the shelter and smiled at the wet, bedraggled kobold.

"Vikris hi, sorry I'm a bit late," the wolf chuckled softly as the short kobold glared up at him and shook his head, "I always forget how short you are. Anyway I brought the map," he held out a plastic wallet and Vikris took it and peered inside, "Though of you're going to wander around our town you might want to change. The fantasy mage look is fun but doesn't really blend in with this place."

"I know," Vik grumbled as he studied the map, "I didn't really have time to prepare, I need clothes like yours."

"You mean my hoodie?" Forest ran one hand down the thick cotton and smiled, "I'd have brought one with me if I'd known, not that I think I have anything that would fit you I'm afraid."

"No that's OK," Vikris said with a huge grin as he stood up and pulled a small yellow scale bound book out of a pocket, "I need a new hoodie," he raised one hand, purple light curling about his fingers as he whispered a series of strange words and pointed at Forest, "Thanks for Volunteering."

"What... no... arrrfghhh," Forest had time for one cry as the strange light engulfed his body and he suddenly felt himself crumple inwards. He felt his face collapse inwards, his eyes bulging upwards and out, detaching from the suddenly empty and vacant hood that his head had become. His flesh and blood was being twisted, transformed and flattened, fur replaced by cotton and stitching as he twisted and changed. He was growing thinner, shorter, his hands and feet vanished leaving open ended tubes of cotton where once there had been muscle and bone. Forest felt his lower body detach at the waist and he fluttered to the ground, the heavy pair of goggles that had been his eyes thumping into the thick fabric that his torso had become. It had all happened so fast, Forest was trying to make sense of his weirdly disconnected impressions and feelings when everything started flapping about and he realised he had been picked up.

Air swirled around him, his arms spread wide as something slipped through them and then hands zipped up his now open and exposed front. He was being worn, Vikris slipped into the shorts that had formerly been his legs then settled the goggles atop his scaled fore-head. Clawed paws smoothed over the soft fabric that his fur had become… then zipped up the jacket that was all that was left of his body. He felt snug and comfortable on the kobold’s body, he was a perfect fit, tailor fitted to the reptilian mage’s diminutive size and unusual body shape. Forest could hear Vikris praising his new shape and thanking him for volunteering but grumble as he might about what had been done to him the kobold didn’t respond. Maybe he couldn’t actually hear him, he certainly had no visible means of communicating any more. All he could do was lay there and be worn… carried along atop the kobolds body as he strode off into the rain, now dressed appropriately for this modern world.

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Another day another sketch of Vikris making enchanted clothing out of people!
This time he turns Forest into a nice set of modern clothing and the delightful woof drew it himself!