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Clothes didn’t excite me as much as they did Zoe, but I let her do her thing. Taking swatches of fabric, she magically created dozens of different outfits. Most were amazing, but she skewed into experimental territory a few times. The craziest of the creations was a green velvet-and-tulle dress. The nearly transparent tulle fabric was all that covered my chest, basically exposing my breasts for anyone to see.

“Oh! That is so hot!” Zoe gushed.

Looking down at my visible nipples, I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”

Zoe’s face fell. “What? Why?”

I waved my hand over my chest. “Because everyone can see my tits, that’s why. Are you crazy? I’m gonna be on TV.”

Zoe sighed and rolled her eyes. “Gods, you shifters are such prudes. Fine.”

The next outfits were more suitable, and I let her have creative freedom as long as my nibbly bits weren’t overly exposed. She loved stuff like this, and this would be the chance for her designs, makeup, and hair talents to be seen by the whole world. Still, my