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Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 18: The Eclipse
Chapter 18: The Eclipse
It's my first time stepping into a clothing shop in a medieval fantasy world, and honestly, I'm excited.
Eris pushes the door open, and—
Ding ding!
A hanging brass bell chimes softly, its delicate ring welcoming us inside.
Eris holds the door open, and I step in.
And immediately, my breath catches.
"Woaaaah!" I gasp, my eyes widening.
It feels like I've just stepped into an old wardrobe—the kind that leads to another world.
The shop is quiet and dimly lit, the air thick with a mix of earthy scents—wool and leather, rich and slightly musty, yet strangely pleasant.
Beneath it, there's a faint, calming fragrance, something familiar, nostalgic, but I can't quite place it.
I take another breath, inhaling deeply.
"Woah, is that lavender?" I ask, sniffing the air curiously.
"Yeah!" Eris nods with a smile.
I follow the scent until my eyes land on a bundle of dried lavender, hanging gently by the window, swaying slightly in the evening breeze.
Before I can admire it further, a voice greets us from the counter.
"Hello, welcome to The Eclipse!"
A woman steps forward, emerging from behind the counter with a warm, professional air.
She looks to be in her early thirties, with a composed, confident presence. Her attire is simple yet elegant—black leather pants paired with a crisp white blouse, the fabric perfectly tailored to her form.
Her long blue hair is neatly tied back into a sleek braid, and a pair of round glasses rests comfortably on her nose.
She offers us a friendly smile before dipping into a small, polite bow.
"I'm Lenore," she says smoothly. "How can I help you today?"
Eris steps forward, motioning toward me.
"Oh, we're looking for some new clothes for my friend here," she says. "Mind if we take a look around?"
"Of course!" Lenore nods. "Feel free to browse as long as you like. And if you need anything, just give me a shout."
"Thanks!" Eris replies. Then, as if a thought crosses her mind, she adds, "Actually, we might take a little while. Would it be okay if we stay past closing time, just in case?"
Lenore chuckles, waving a dismissive hand.
"That's no problem at all. I close whenever I feel like it, so take your time. No rush."
"Oh, that's great! Thanks so much!" Eris beams, clearly pleased.
With Lenore's permission secured, we begin to explore the shop, weaving our way through aisles of fabric, clothing racks, and shelves stocked with accessories.
The floor creaks softly beneath our steps, the wooden planks groaning slightly under our weight.
I tread carefully, my movements slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.
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Moments later...
Wow...
I'm amazed.
At first, I didn't expect much—this is just a simple clothing store meant for the working class, after all. But now that I'm actually browsing through the selection, I can't help but be impressed.
Especially the women's section.
The variety is surprisingly vast—cute dresses, colorful tunics, intricately handcrafted garments neatly arranged along the shelves and racks. There are boots, hats, scarves, and all sorts of accessories to match.
The materials range from simple linen and cotton to sturdy leather and warm wool, catering to both affordability and durability. The colors, while not as vibrant as modern fabrics, still offer a pleasant variety, making the selection feel charming and full of personality.
I find myself wandering between racks, running my fingers across different fabrics, taking in the soft rustle of cloth and the faint scent of dried lavender lingering in the air.
Then, something catches my eye.
A small, delicate pink dress displayed on a wooden mannequin, standing near the back of the shop.
I feel drawn to it, almost instinctively, and before I know it, my feet have already carried me closer.
Gently, I reach out and touch the fabric.
Soft.
A beautiful red ribbon is tied neatly to the side, adding a touch of elegance to its simple, charming design.
For a brief moment, my imagination takes over.
I can see myself wearing it—twirling in front of a mirror, the fabric fluttering lightly, looking...
Absolutely adorable.
I bite my lip, my ears twitching slightly at the thought.
What would Eris say if she saw me in this?
Just then—
"Oh, do you like this one?"
Lenore's calm, pleasant voice suddenly pulls me from my daydream.
I blink, snapping back to reality.
"Y-yeah," I stammer, turning toward her. "It's very lovely!"
Lenore nods, offering a gentle smile.
"It is indeed a lovely dress," she agrees, glancing at it with an appraising look. "And the color would complement your eyes perfectly. Why don't you try it on?"
I hesitate for just a second, excitement bubbling up in my chest.
"Really? Can I?"
"Of course!" Lenore gestures toward a small, curtained-off area near the corner of the shop. "The changing room is right over there. Let me know if you need any help!"
I nod quickly, barely able to contain my excitement.
"Nnn!"
Carefully, I lift the pink dress from the mannequin, clutching it close as I head toward the changing room, my heart pounding with anticipation.
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Now, I'm standing in front of the mirror inside the changing room, clutching the new dress tightly in my trembling hands.
Badump... BADUMP...
My heart pounds, a nervous energy coursing through me.
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My fingers tremble as the reality sinks in—
How could I possibly forget one simple, glaring fact?
That I'm freaking beautiful?!
Aaaaaaa!
I scream internally, my brain spiraling into chaotic disbelief.
But that's not the problem.
No.
If I want to try on this dress...
I have to take off the one I'm wearing.
Which means...
I'm about to get naked.
Which means...
I'm about to see everything.
Yes...
EVERYTHING.
AAAAAA!!!
Come on, Felicia!
I shake my head violently, trying to snap myself out of the panic.
I slap my cheeks lightly, forcing myself to focus.
I'm a girl now.
I shouldn't be weird about this, right?!
I shouldn't be!
I'm going to have to get used to it eventually.
I mean, I'll have to change clothes every day, I'll have to take baths—it's inevitable.
And besides, it's not like I've never seen a naked woman before!
...
Gulp.
I swallow hard.
And then, with a deep breath, I gather my courage and reach for the hem of my dress.
In one swift motion—
Whoosh!
I pull it over my head, my heart hammering in my chest.
But then—
As my bare skin is revealed, wearing nothing but simple undergarments, I freeze.
Holy. Shit.
My mouth opens, but no words come out.
Oh boy.
Ooooooh boy...
This is dangerous.
I spin in front of the mirror, taking in every inch of myself from every angle.
My skin is flawless—smooth, white as snow, without a single imperfection.
My legs are long and slender.
My butt... actually, it's curvier than I thought?
And then there's the tail—perfectly attached just above my hips, swaying slightly with each subtle movement I make.
I know it's sinful to lust over my own body like this...
But...
I just can't stop.
It's... perfect.
Absolutely perfect!
Well—
Except for one thing...
The chest.
I have no chest.
Yeah, that's still a bit of a letdown.
But before I can dwell too much on my tragic flatness, Lenore's voice suddenly calls from outside, yanking me back to reality.
"Miss Felicia, do you need any help?"
"A-ah, no! I'm good!" I squeak, my heart racing again from the sudden intrusion of reality.
Thank goodness she asked when she did—
If she hadn't, I probably would've spent an eternity in here, just admiring myself like a self-obsessed narcissist.
I immediately slip into the new dress, the soft fabric gliding effortlessly against my skin.
Once it's on, I step back to check myself in the mirror.
Oooooohhh...!!!
As expected, it's cute.
Really cute.
But...
Something's missing.
It needs a little something extra to truly stand out.
I hesitate for a moment, then take a deep breath.
"Miss Lenore, a-are you there?" I call out.
"Yes, I'm here!" she responds cheerfully from outside.
There's something I need to ask for.
Something that will make this outfit perfect.