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Take a look, it's in a book

The Magic Library

Haunted: There are ghosts in the stacks, and they are definitely disturbing the other patrons.
Way into this book: No, literally--you are now in this book. Maybe it's the Great American Novel or maybe it's a suspense thriller. Whatever the plot, the only way out is to see it to the end.
The characters are so real...! and in front of you, demanding your attention. That could be the other person in the thread! Or it could be frickin' Sauron.
Dynamic Dewey Decimal: The shelves in here are curiously mobile. Whether you see it happening or not, it's soon obvious that the place has become a maze--and you're in the middle.
Forbidden section: Every good magical library has one. Eldritch runes, lurking curses, a necromancer who's been waiting for someone to read him back to life--it's all in here, waiting to be uncovered.
Magic for Dummies: Ever wanted to learn magic? Great! There's a bunch of easy how-to books right here! They're a little light on safety precautions, though....
Sir you need a library card for that: You work here and you're trying to deal with an unruly patron... and the library is still magic. This is the most harrowing prompt on the list.
Magic library? Really? Somehow, you are having a completely normal-ass time in here. That's remarkable in of itself.
Wildcard!

Nita nodded, breaking that observation down into a few more statements for her Manual to record.

"Does it only impact fabric?"

And, truth be told, she was a little distracted by Marie's bare shoulder... but it wasn't nearly as distracting as Marie having been entirely naked just half an hour or so before, so it wasn't so overwhelming.

“It seems like it. Lemme see what happens if I…”

And Marie urges more to appear, changing another sleeve into a glove before letting it form around her torso.

In a burst of light, a white top with a pink jacket formed on her person, replacing her own top and neatly being form-fitting.

Nita giggled, caught up all of a sudden with the idea of them being on a magical girl show.

... Had Marie ever seen one of those? Perhaps, perhaps not.

"I don't know if pink and gold are your colors, exactly, but you definitely wear it well!"

There were a few more official observations to make, of course, but Nita didn't mind putting that on the record. ~~She could always redact or filter it later, if she had to.~~

Marie blushed and laughed as she realized what was going on, realizing what may be going on.

“I think it looks wonderful, honestly.” She replied. “It’s like something out of a cartoon… oh, I betcha it’s like one of those magical girl shows! Those are so fun to watch!”

She got up to see how mismatched her top was with the blue long skirt and brown boots that still remained.

“Ah, shall we see the end and see what appears?”

Well, that established some limit on how long Marie had been in that book.

Hopefully.

Nita nodded, smile still on her face. "You had something in mind for, ah, a finale?"

Or was it time to select the next gem?

“I’m only half-dressed. We have to see what the rest looks like, right?” Marie said, winking.

She has to wonder what Nita thinks. Of her. Yes, they just met, but it seemed the girl was so interested in her.

Ahhhh; now it all made sense.

With an expansive gesture and another smile, Nita wordlessly asked for Marie to go ahead.

She could handle any flustering on her part, she was sure.

With that, Marie let the remaining transformation take place. Surprisingly, as the ribbons took hold, the skirt would disappear, leaving Marie naked from the waist down.

A few moments later, a short skirt, thigh high socks and boots would appear on her.

“Ta-da!”

Nita shouldn't have been surprised, but her blush returned with a vengeance when Marie's skirt took the longest to reform.

"That does help tie it all together," she managed, rallying herself with the compliment and a flirtatious smile.

"Now, as for other things to check, ah... what's the range, distance-wise, for what it can change?"

Nita gestured to herself with one hand; if what was needed for the magic to work was permission, Marie had it.

Marie noticed the flirtatious smile and returned it in kind. At the question, she looked over at herself.

“Definitely permission-based. Close-range. Maybe related to emotions?” She said, tilting her head.

“But, I’m not sure what would happen if it was pulled away.”

"Let's break that one down," Nita spoke, doing her best to return to some semblance of professionalism.

Hey, it probably wouldn't last, but still!

"You mean if you stopped calling on the magic mid-transformation?"

Probably needed a few more specific nouns in there.

“Yes. Or, perhaps having the jewel pulled away when used.” Marie added. “I mean, at the very most, the magic would reset and return the affected clothes to normal.”

"That's part of what you can read from its magic?"

Either way, Nita will have it noted in her Manual.

"... Do you want me to take the jewel?"

It was a question, not something Nita would just do - but it felt right to at least put it on the table, as it were.

"Yes, that's what I've noticed so far." Marie said, nodded.

At the question, Marie nodded and handed the jewel to Nita. "Let's see if I'm right."

And if Nita takes the jewel, the costume will start to unravel.

Nita took the gem in hand, and she didn't need to imagine the tingle she felt going up her arm; the capsule of power, eager to share what it could do...

And very contingent on who was in contact with it, if what was happening to Marie was any indication. She let herself be transfixed, for a moment-

Then, before she could get too distracted, started work on her own costume change. Her outfit became shorter, less formal, but also much fluffier, more cloud-looking and whimsical.

Marie blinked and blushed as she saw Nita transform before her eyes, the girl's clothing disappearing and reforming into a whimsical outfit probably more fit for someone her age or someone younger.

Even more so, she got a glimpse of what she looked like underneath and blushed, looking away as she did. She didn't deserve to see that - she might have been freed by her, but she was certain she didn't want to be seen.

Once it was done, she looked back up at Nita, awed by it all.

"Amazing. It's dependent on who's holding it." she mused. "Mine was more formal, yours more fantastical."

It wouldn't be the first time she'd worn something so light on her skin, or even something 'magical' in origin.

But that was neither here nor there; Nita smiled, a touch of ruefulness to it, but warmed by Marie's own reaction.

"Did you get any sense if there just being one option?" she asked, and while that was a genuine question she had a follow-up:

"I mean, could we turn this into a kind of strip-tease, or did the conversion factor feel a bit more rigid than that?"

Marie blushed at the question before she nodded at that.

“Actually, yes.” She said. “It’s definitely drawn to what someone is thinking at the moment. I honestly believe it would change into various outfits whenever we changed.”

"So-" Nita didn't finish her sentence, concentrating instead on the magic in the jewel.

The 'fabric' became amorphous, filling in more of her legs instead of her arms, accenting the former's shape and clinging to her hips. A top still remained, albeit with spaghetti straps instead of full sleeves, but the new outfit was much more revealing all around, and in black.

"Like this, you mean?"

Marie blinked as Nita changed her looks, noting how she looked, how much more of her was exposed. She was honestly quite pretty.

“Ah… yes. Yes, that’s right. I always assume most don’t do that since they like what they get the first time.”

"That's a reasonable hypothesis," Nita nodded - then made to put the gem back in the container.

"But we have time to do a bit of a deeper dive - though that goes for all of these. Now, which one next?"

This one's magic had been quite benevolent, really; how could the others be similar, or different?

Marie let out a small sigh as Nita returned the gem before she nodded. “Yes, let’s go with the next one.” She said.

Her hand moved towards the blue gem, picking it up and shivering. “Cold. Ice magic, it seems.”

Nita looked distinctly puzzled, but she made a note of Marie's observations this time as well.

"Just ice magic? That seems... somewhat simple."

Which meant it was either very versatile, or very limited in what it was meant to be used for.

“Simple, yes, but it could lead to other things…”

On a whim, Marie focused her magic into the gem, watching as the ice started to crawl over her body.

“It’s responding to my water magic. It might not be ice, but water instead.”

"What about air?"

Or at least the portion of the atmosphere that contained water-as-gas...

Nita's expression of interest intensified, and she stepped over with something on her mind.

"Is it all right if I touch it?"

The ice forming on Marie, specifically.

Take a look, it's in a book

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