I looked down at my hands, letting my living form clothe my black bones in soft, white flesh. "Still, why the hell am I a girl?"
"Ahhh! You're beautiful!" I started, remembering Moira was still in the room. She immediately stuck her face right up next to mine, looking straight into my eyes, and I slipped backwards, falling off the sofa and on to the floor. "I just knew you were beautiful underneath those shimmery bones, one look at your thin little wrists was all I needed!" She said, lifting up one of my arms to examine it closer.
"Ah! Don't touch me," I retracted my hand as fast as possible. "You're too cold!" I rubbed my wrist trying to bring warmth back into it.
"Oh! Right!" She looked down at her ice body. "I forgot!" A ghost version of Moira flitted out of the ice woman's body, which collapsed dramatically to the ground. "How about now?" She said, reaching for my wrist again. Despite her seeming incorporeality her fingers touched mine just fine. "Is this alright?" She said, looking closely at my wrists again.
"The cold isn't the only problem!" I yanked my wrist back again, my face flushing hot.
"Oh?" She said in a teasing tone, once again sticking her face far too close to mine. "Embarrased are we? You know…" she dropped her voice seductively, "I could really…take my time with you, if you'd prefer." She stroked my cheek with a finger, and despite still being on the floor, I scrambled backwards, hastily getting back on my feet.
"Don't joke like that!" I said, a hand out to make sure she kept her distance this time.
"Fine, fine!" she laughed, floating up from the floor still on her belly. "I was only playing around."
"Whatever," I said, edging my way around the room towards the entrance. "I'd better get going anyways. There's a boss or something up ahead, right?"
"Oh? Are you talking about the floor guardian? No, no" she waved her hand, sitting cross-legged in the air. "You won't be meeting her. She's immortal in the true sense of the word, no sense meeting something you can't beat."
"Well, fine then." I said, approaching the door. "I'll be going."
"Wait," she said, as my hand shot to the handle of the door. "Are you planning on going out there dressed like that?"
I looked down at the tattered tunic I'd been wearing since I'd first been resurrected, and flushed with embarrassment again. "I-I don't see the problem with that," I said, raising my chin. "After all, when I'm a skeleton it's not like it matters."
"Oh? But you're about to evolve again, aren't you?"
"So what if I am?" I opened the door a little, so I could dart out if I needed to, but immediately regretted it as a cold wind blew in from the outside.
"Come on," she chuckled, seeing me standing there shivering. "I have some old clothes from statues I've decommissioned. Surely it won't do you much harm to come look. You can change back to a skeleton if you're really that worried about it."
I hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and said "Fine," immediately changing back into a skeleton to get rid of the cold. "Lead the way."
She led me along the cliffside to a door that opened into a large warehouse-style room. The majority of the room was empty with what looked like some kind of magic circle in one corner of the room, while in another corner there were a couple of wooden shelves. Moira led me to the shelves where she opened a wooden wardrobe filled with various kinds of hardy robes and dresses that one might expect adventurers to wear.
She had reinhabited her ice body by now, and sorted through the various outfits, muttering to herself as she looked for something appropriate. I stood there awkwardly for a bit, looking down at my black skeleton hands as I remembered being in my living form in what I was wearing and felt a muted sense of after-the-fact embarrassment.
"This should do," Moira said at last, pulling an outfit from the wardrobe. From what I could tell of the fashion of this world, it seemed to be a black and red mage's robe, the fabric felt like a heavy wool, and it seemed both sturdy and practical. I breathed a sigh of relief, having half-expected her to pull out some dainty dress from the pile, and reached for it gratefully.
"Wait," she said, pulling it back. "There's some holes in it from the previous owner," She indicated a baseball-sized hole that went through the robe's abdomen and clean out the back. "It's been cleaned already, but let me patch it up before you use it. And as for undergarments…"
I froze. I had forgotten about those… "There's some boxes of them in the back there, but I don't know what will fit you. Try some on, while I mend this."
I walked mechanically to the boxes in the back, glancing behind me several times to see if Moira was watching, but she had moved to a different part of the warehouse out of sight. Right. Ok. I opened one of the boxes she had indicated and found an assortment of bras, some plain, some frilly in various shapes, sizes, and colors. This… I closed my eyes. Feels illegal. I opened them again and took a breath to steady myself. Ok, ok, where to start? I crouched down and put my hand on the edge of the box, but hesitated to touch any of its contents. I looked over the contents of the box several times with my eyes, hoping in vain to figure out what I needed without having to touch anything. Then I spotted an unassuming bundle of white cloth in the corner of the box.
A wrap! I had seen anime women do this, you wrap up your chest, and then you didn't need a bra. Supposedly. I didn't actually have any real idea how it worked. I figured that was probably my best option, though, because then I wouldn't have to figure out bra sizes or anything, but…my eyes found themselves glued to a red, frilly bra that obviously must have cost whoever was its previous owner a pretty penny. I closed my eyes as my hand seemed to move on its own until my fingers closed around it. I peeked with one eye seeing I had grabbed the right bra, trying to breath to calm myself down. It's just a bra. Just a bra. I'm a girl now, no biggie, just… I took another big breath, a bra. Ok, let's, umm… try this on, I guess. I lifted it up, taking a closer look at it. Wait, but how the f*ck does this thing work anyways?