A short story I wrote about someone turning into Bive, one of my favorite NPCs from Regretevator. It's such a fun Roblox game. You should check it out if you haven't.

“Hello madam. Welcome to Chateau de Drap.” said the eloquent attendant.

Angela was in awe of the interior of the clothing store. It was divided into two levels, with the lower area containing a circular checkout counter and several racks for clothes while the upper level had what appeared to be changing rooms and several display cases, all connected by a spiral staircase in the back. Polished wood veneer lined every surface, warm yellow-orange lights casted a bountiful reflection off of every surface, and a soft carpeted floor muffled all sound made, making the store feel closer to a library than a clothing shop.

“What are you in the mood for today?” asked the attendant once more. He was wearing a black vest with a white long sleeve button up underneath and black pants, which paired well with his dark blue tie. He was an aged man with a small brown moustache, brown hair finely combed over his head, and calm green eyes. He looked like he had stepped right out of the pages of a Victorian novel. It made Angela feel underdressed, with her only having a light blue blouse, jeans, and sneakers on in comparison.

“Hello. I’m looking for an overcoat to help with the cold. My boss is having me do some work up north for around a month, and all my current coats are too small or damaged.” she explained. Angela worked as a journalist for a newspaper and her boss was going to send her up north in a week to investigate rumours of an illness spreading through a rural town. Her current coats had taken her pretty far, but she needed a new one desperately that could handle the chilly northern winds. Seeing this, her boss had given her an allowance to spend on prepping for her trip, and this was one such preparation.

The attendant seemed delighted by her response and walked over to open the way out of his counter before stepping outside.

“Well of course madam. We have a fine selection of pieces upstairs for you to check out. If you would please follow me.” he said as he gestured to the stairs. Angela nodded and followed the attendant closely as they walked up the wooden stairs to the upper level. The air smelled of lemon and wood and every surface was finely scrubbed to perfection. Angela had heard that this place was one of the finest when it came to their products, and so far that all seemed to be true. She would have to see about saving up her own money for a couple of these pieces.

Upon the upper floor, the attendant guided Angela to the coat’s section, which contained a couple pieces of varying sizes and colours in display cases. They were all dolled up on mannequins and shined upon by spotlights above, making them all look like art exhibits. The attendant walked over to the circular racks nearby and gestured to let Angela peruse the offerings.

“For you madam, if you wish for a coat to handle the cold, may I recommend these pieces here?” he said, picking up a thick black woolly coat. It was quite fluffy and certainly looked warm, but Angela wasn’t a fan of the color. And that would make any sort of unexpected heat unbearable. She shook her head and the attendant hung it back up before looking for another example. He pulled out a bright white coat with faux fur along its surface, but it looked a bit too extravagant for a journalist, so Angela shook her head again and the attendant hung it back up.

“Do you have a piece that’s more muted? Something that’s practical and comfortable?” she asked. The attendant nodded and began to pick up a few examples from the rack. As he did, Angela was looking through her own rack and stumbled upon one that caught her eye. It was a bright brown overcoat with a belt and a great length to it. Several black buttons lined the front of it and it had a long trailing coattail and front. Angela was a huge fan of the color and it had a nice feel to it as she gently rubbed her fingers along the cloth.

“I think I want to try on this one.” she told the attendant. He set down the coats he was carrying and walked over to the coat.

“Ahh yes. This is quite a good one. I believe this coat is from…” he paused as he looked for a tag or logo on it, but strangely it was devoid of any such marking. He raised an eyebrow.

“Huh. Where is this piece from? I can’t recognize the design or make either. How strange.” he mused as he too began rubbing it. When he realised he was transfixed by rubbing it, he abruptly stopped and cleared his throat.

“Ah. Forgive my manners. I must reach out and see where this particular piece came from.” he said as he stepped back. “Feel free to try it on in one of our changing rooms. I’ll be back momentarily.”

Angela nodded as the attendant walked back towards the stairs to head back down. Angela gently removed the coat from the rack by its hanger and walked over to the wooden door of the changing room. She pulled open the brass handle and stepped inside before closing the door behind her and locking it. Inside was a tall mirror, a small stool to sit on, and a hook for hanging up clothes, which she hung the coat onto.

Angela gently undid the top button and belt, allowing for the coat to be opened up. She pulled it over her shoulders and stuck her arms into the sleeves before pulling both parts of the front together and buttoning each small black button. Once it was all secured, Angela reached down and tied the belt tightly around her waist before letting her arms go slack. She turned to face the mirror and was caught off guard.

The coat was many sizes too big for her, with her sleeves easily going a hand’s length past her fingertips. The tail and front reached down almost to the top of her shoes, and it looked baggy on her. It was not going to cut it. Angela sighed. She loved the color and feel, but she looked like a toddler wearing grown up clothes with this on. She patted the chest of it to feel it further and realised there was something inside the coat.

Angela reached in through the gaping neckhole and felt inside the interior pocket, where she brushed up against something made of metal. She pulled it out and was surprised to see a white pair of round glasses, with nearly pitch black lenses to complement the white.

“Was this someone else’s?” she questioned. The glasses looked brand new, although she could faintly see what looked like bits of black hair on the lenses.

As she held the glasses perplexed, she suddenly got a strange feeling. It felt like a dizzy spell as Angela felt her vision swim a bit before returning to normal.

“Ugh. What was that…?” she asked. She rubbed her head to soothe the dizziness when she heard a distinct crackling noise.

She felt something fuzzy on her fingers and slowly lowered her hand. The tips of her fingers seemed to be darkening as a small patch of black hair began to sprout on her palm. Angela’s blood froze as she looked down at her other hand and saw it follow suit, with black hair slowly growing across her palms and the back of her hands.

“Wh-what? What's happening to- URGH!” Angela groaned as she felt the hair suddenly sprout from her chest. She looked down inside the coat and saw thick black fur sprouting all over her body in small patches. Some grew out on her legs, more on her arms, and a couple began sprouting on her neck.

Angela looked back up to the mirror and saw her hair begin to darken, turning from brown to pitch black before it started to become thicker. Sprouts of hair bloomed all across her scalp and spread downwards, soon covering her entire forehead.

She reached up to scratch the hair in a vain attempt to rip it out, but then it began sprouting from her cheeks and all across her face. As the hair thickened all across her body, she closed her eyes and felt it sprout all over her face.

Angela slowly opened her eyes and almost screamed. Her face was completely covered in hair, save for her eyes and mouth. Her whole body was coated too, and the thick black hair completely hid her skin underneath. She looks like a dog with a bad hair day.

Angela’s thoughts were pushed away by a sudden cracking noise from her face. She tasted something off in her mouth and opened it up, where she saw her teeth begin to quiver and sharpen. Every tooth went from its normally flat top to a sharp fang, with her two incisors growing out to impressive length.

Angela moaned a bit as the teeth sharped until soon her mouth was full of dangerously sharp teeth. To compensate, her jaws had widened too, giving her a large fanged maw. She met her gaze in the mirror and was shocked to see her eyes had changed as well, with her pupils being thin pin pricks while her iris was completely gone, just leaving a sea of white around each pupil. Her eyes shook with fear as she looked at her reflection. As she reached up to her own face to feel her newly grown hair, she felt a gurgling in her stomach.

“Urk!” she groaned as she clutched her stomach and doubled over a bit. It was sore and cramped as she held onto it, but as she grabbed onto it to soothe the pain, she realised it felt strange.

She felt a tightness forming around her stomach as she looked down and saw it was growing outwards and pressing into the coat’s belt. She could feel the top of her pants and the bottom of her blouse trying to constrain it as it grew outwards, causing the tightness she was feeling. Angela yelped a bit and tried to fiddle with her belt to loosen it. She undid the strap and let out a sigh of relief as her stomach grew out a bit to fill the now open space, but she felt a similar sensation run down her arms and hands.

A light cracking noise filled the air as she looked down at her hands, which began to stretch out and cause her palms to grow. From the tips of her fingers emerged pitch black claws that pushed past her nails, causing them to be swallowed up by the innumerable hairs of fur. Her wrists and arms began to lengthen and expand, causing the sleeves of the coat to lose their slackness and slowly begin to fit her. However, her blouse was not so malleable, as she could feel her growing arms and stomach push into the cloth, causing it to stretch. Her chest began to grow alongside everything, beginning to put pressure there as well.

Angela needed to get out of the changing room. It was starting to feel cramped. She slowly moved over to the door to try and undo the lock, but her still growing hands were stiff and numb, making it hard to get a firm grasp on the handle.

As she tried in vain to grab it, she realised she was beginning to get taller as her eyeline with the door rose. She looked down and saw the tails of the coat rising off the ground, revealing that her pants had begun to stretch up from the top of her shoes and expose her ankles, which were covered in the same black fur. Her pants were already trying its best to hold itself together as her legs began to expand and puff out with more fur. Her shoes had swelled up as well, becoming lumpy and deformed.

Angela was shocked by how big her body had become, being easily a whole foot higher, but her growth wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She heard subtle rips from inside her coat and realised the sleeves of her blouse were beginning to rip.

Remembering what she sought to do, Angela reached for the door handle to try again, but was interrupted by a loud creaking noise. She winced from the tightness and looked down to see her shoes were reaching their limit, the black cloth and white leather forming into three large lumps where her toes used to be.

Her ankles began to bloat out from the tops of her socks, causing them to begin ripping, while her calves continued their growth, causing small rips to fill the air as the ankles of her pants began to tear. They continued to rise up her legs, exposing more and more of the hairy flesh while Angela could do little but stand there stunned.

PING! Angela felt a looseness around her waist and realised something had just popped off. Something bright and shiny pinged against the floor and Angela looked down between her stretching shoes to see her pants button had popped clean off. Angela’s face lit up in embarrassment as she instinctively reached down to her waist to block it with her hands, not realising the coat was already doing that.

POP! As she looked down to cover her exposed but not really waist, her shoes finally gave out. The white leather tops split open and out popped three massive black hairy toes, each tipped with fearsome claws and already having torn through her white socks. They stretched out of the gap in her shoes and she couldn’t help but find their newfound freedom relieving.

Angela could feel her blouse beginning to rip down her neck as her chest and stomach continued to expand. Her arms had nearly grown to the length of each coat sleeve, allowing it finally to have a good fit. Her blouse was not so lucky, as the rips and sudden feeling of air against her hair told her that her sleeves had ripped all the way to her shoulders.

Her pants felt like a boa constrictor, as her waist and thighs were still being compressed within their folds while her calves had nearly torn through the pants entirely.

“Please…stop…” she said in vain as the tightness grew worse, but this only emboldened whatever force was transforming her, as she swore that her own growth accelerated.

Angela groaned and slammed into the nearby wooden wall, holding up her body with her arms and digging her new claws into the wall and floor. She gritted her massive fangs as she kept growing both upward and outward.

The laces of her shoes began to snap one by one as her feet expanded, trying their hardest to remain together over her growing flesh. Her shoes slowly began to separate from the sides, causing the sole to begin drooping to the floor. She felt bones crack in each foot as they slowly forced themselves up onto the balls of her feet, causing her claws to dig further into the floor.

RIIIIPPPPPP! From Angela’s lower back side popped out a large black mass, which ripped though the back of her pants and snaked its way out through the coat tails. She looked back in horror and saw a massive black tail, coated in black hair and tipped with a mass of it, making it look like a sinister cattail. The tail swung about wildly and tried its best to avoid hitting the walls as Angela gritted her teeth once more.

POP! POP! Finally, both of her shoes gave in and the soles popped off before flopping to the floor. The tops of her shoes followed suit and with each lace snapped, split in half and joined the soles on the ground. Her socks had ripped away entirely and fell to the floor as bits of cloth.

TEAR! RIPPP! Angela felt her legs conclude theri growth by shooting outwards, causing her pants to rip all the way to her waist in one fell swoop. As she stood there embarrassed, her jeans ripped away from her body and fell down, leaving her in only her undergarments.

RRRIIIPPP! With one final tear, her blouse tore away entirely, the blue bits of it falling to the floor and landing on her feet. Only her bra remained intact, but she could feel the straps of it barely holding together.

Angela’s face was bright red now as her changes concluded. She was unbalanced on her new feet and fell backwards onto a wooden bench, banging her head into the wall. Luckily, her new fur absorbed the impact so she didn’t feel a thing, but it did little to help her embarrassment.

Angela looked down horrified and, wanting to rip the bandaid off, slowly undid the front of the coat. The buttons were quite large, so it was easy to get them through each hole. Once each button was loosened, Angela opened the front of it to see the damage.

It was worse than she thought. All of her clothes had ripped away, leaving only her black underwear and bra, both of which were stretched thin against her newfound size. Angela’s face brightened once more and she quickly drew the coat closed and crossed her legs together, hiding her exposed body from prying eyes.

“Ohhhh why did this happen?” she asked no one in particular. How was she going to explain this to the attendant? Or her boss? Or anyone really? Was this permanent? Was she going to be a monster for the rest of her life?

These questions all gave Angela a headache and she swore her vision was all blurry from it. In fact, her vision was terrible right now, and the bright lights felt a bit too bright. Did the transformation affect her vision as well?

Angela’s head swam with so many questions as she looked down at the floor, where she saw the glasses she had found in the pocket. Remembering the bits of black hair she had found on them prior, she reached down to the pair with her newly grown arms and picked them up.

As she examined them closer, she looked through one of the lenses and was shocked by how much clearer her vision was. The bright lights were much dimmer too. She slowly pushed the glasses onto her face and they became embedded in the hair as if by magic.

“Woah. Whose glasses are these?” she asked before stumbling on another question.

“Wait, who’s coat is this?” she also asked. She slowly opened up the front once more, making sure to treat it with extra care as her only non-revealing piece of clothing at the moment, and took it off.

She turned it around in her hands and looked down at the tag, where written in faded black marker was the name “BIVE” underneath the tag. She could only see it by getting super close, which must have been how the attendant missed it.

“Who is Bive?” she asked. She had a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. As she put the coat back on to cover up her body, she realised she needed to get out of the fitting room eventually.

Deciding to tidy up a bit, she cleaned up the bits of clothing and shoes on the floor and tossed them into the nearby bin, making sure to grab her wallet and keys and put them into one of the coat’s numerous pockets. She slung the coat back onto her arm and held it close before walking up to the door.

Grasping the handle with great care, she slowly turned it and peaked out of the fitting room into the store. It was still empty, but Angela couldn’t see the attendant anywhere. So with great bravery, she slowly opened the door and took a step outside before carefully closing the door behind her.

Holding her coat with one arm against her chest to cover up, she quietly tip-toed across the carpeted floor to the stairs, her massive feet making soft thumping noises against the ground. As she began to reach the stairs, the attendant’s head popped over the crest and Angela froze.

“Ma’am? I tried looking for the owner of the coat but no one has claimed it.” he shouted up the stairs as he ascended. Angela was frozen to the spot and began looking for more options before spotting a nearby door. She quickly ran over and pushed it open using the metal bar before softly closing it behind her.

Angela breathed out a sigh of relief and looked back to see she was in a storage area, with large racks of various pieces of clothing from a multitude of brands. Angela saw the various different sizes and attire and looked down at her own bare body.

While she wasn’t comfortable with stealing, she figured her situation was dire enough to warrant it. So she pulled off the coat and hung it nearby before quietly exploring the storage room to find some options.

The first piece that caught her eye were some trousers, which were the same brown as the coat. They were quite big as well, so maybe they would be a perfect fit?

She pulled them off the rack and undid the button before sliding her legs into the pants and pulling it up to her waist. Struggling a bit due to her newly grown stomach, she managed to zip it up and connect the brass button, finally making her somewhat decent. Her tails was high up enough that it could easily fit over the waist of her pants thankfully.

She explored more of the racks and found a large white button up shirt. She pulled it off the hanger and slid both of her arms into the sleeves before buttoning it up to her neck, making her feel snug and comfortable in her fur.

Additionally, she spotted a black tie hanging on the same hanger as the shirt, which she decided to grab anyway. If she was going to look like this for the rest of her life, she might as well look good. She brought the tie around her neck and tied it carefully before tightening it, making her look like your average office worker.

Lastly, Angela spotted some socks and shoes right underneath one of the racks, but when she stepped over and realised how comically small they were compared to her new feet, she decided it would be better to go barefoot. She did find it a bit embarrassing, but at least the hair made it feel like she was walking around in slippers.

Realising that was the best she was going to get, Angela walked back to the coat and put it back on her arms before connecting each button and tying the belt together. She stepped over to a nearby mirror and admired her own reflection.

She actually looked quite good. The coat and pants combined with the tie and glasses made her look like a detective, although the fur and tail betrayed her true nature. She gave herself a wide grin with her large new fangs before stepping away from the mirror and looking for a nearby exit.

She spotted a nearby emergency exit that had been propped open by a wooden block. Angela began to walk over to it when she spotted a particularly strange drawing on the wall. It shined with a white chalk glow as she leaned in close. As she got a closer look, her glasses slipped a bit and the text disappeared.

Angela raised an eyebrow underneath all of her fur and pushed the glasses back up to her vision, revealing the chalk once more. It seems these glasses could help her see some hidden words. She leaned in once more to get a read of the drawn phrase.

“1348 Block St. Basement. Behind the boiler.”

That was all it said, and above it was an elevator symbol paired with an infinity icon. Angela could smell something fishy about that address and phrase, and she figured who else could investigate but her. Maybe there would be some answers she was seeking. Answers she could only find with this new form.

Angela stepped over to the emergency exit and stepped outside before slowly closing the door behind her.