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Ylva whimpered. "You... you are not supposed to say that! I mean... I attacked a teacher! I should consider myself lucky that he hasn't thrown me out yet."

She murmured. "Still pissed about that blouse though. It was my favourite. Lucky that the pants stayed on."

Ever since Ylva had begun to become more hot-headed past puberty, her transformations had become so regular that she had to adapt her entire wardrobe accordingly. She never wore skirts or breeches, but instead spacious baggy pants that wouldn't rip in order to contain her muscular hind legs once she had transformed. Sadly there was little that could be done for her top clothing. She was already pretty wide over the chest as it was, and once transformed any top clothing she wore would tear and rip instantly as it couldn't fit her full size. Thus she made sure to always carry a long piece of linen wrap, she could tie around her chest after each transformation to cover herself up from prying eyes. Amusingly and interestingly, despite being fully capable of speech and coherent thought during her transformation, she cared little about how exposed she was.

That might require some further research in the future...



"I hope you are ready for training, lad", Preacher told Drac as he noticed the boy standing there and idly waiting.