The moogle wasn't sure why he agreed to do what he did. His pompom poked out, and then his ears and eyes peeked over to a large indoor swimming pool. On a dare, he agreed to snatch a woman's bathing suit. The moogle was normally a very kind-hearted individual. The idea was he'd snatch the suit, take a picture of himself with it, and then return it to the woman after, all without her noticing. He noticed a woman swimming with a two-piece blue and white suit on, with another one piece thrown haphazardly next to the pool.

The bunny eared woman swam in the water without a care and a small smile on her face. She didn't look as if she was racing. She just swam casually in the water with her belongings set aside. They were easily in sight for her to spot, but only if she actually looked over at them.

The moogle watched as the bunny eared woman dove underneath the water. He knew now was his chance. He made a quick walk across the side of the pool and grabbed the outfit. He then quickly glanced around and saw the locker rooms nearby. He doubted the woman would remain underneath the water for very long, so he had to take a second way out. He quickly walked over to one of the locker rooms, opened it up, and went inside. He was completely unaware that he entered the women's locker room.

The woman dove underneath the water to relax. She had diving and breathing spells, but she didn't bother with them. She just had to do something to escape the outside world, and what better way to escape the world than diving underneath the water where nobody could join her. Still, she knew she couldn't remain underneath for very long while holding her breath. The tanned woman swam back up and, with a loud splash, freed her head from the water. Her long white hair didn't look wet at all, despite her dunking her head under the water. She tried not to question why her body never looked wet, despite being in water. It was a mystery. She glanced to where she put her stuff, and noticed her spare swimsuit went missing. "Hey! What the hell?"

Once the moogle entered the room, he heard a shout from the woman in the pool. 'Oh Kupo Nuts.' He thought. He rushed into a locker, but his scarf was caught up on the hook in the locker. He managed to get the locker door shut, but he couldn't free his scarf from the large hook on the back of the locker. His small blue bat wings wiggled as he struggled to get down while he was inside the locker. Due to his height, his feet weren't on the ground, but he flapped his little wings to keep him hovering in the air as he tried to fight with the scarf in silence. He couldn't pull his head free, and he couldn't undo the knot.
'This reminds me of those days in high school. Ah, I don't miss those.' He also immediately regretted the dare of grabbing the swimsuit. Sure, he had the swimsuit, but now he had to get away with it.

The bunny eared woman walked into the locker room and glanced around. She raised her nose to the sky and walked forward. "I know you're in here. I can smell you." She said with an annoyed tone. "And I heard a locker slam in here, NOT a door."

The moogle wanted to kick himself now. He was cornered. It was only a matter of time before the woman found him. He looked at the swimsuit that he held, and he tried to hide it in his purple jacket. He created a visible bulge behind him between his two blue wings, but he hoped it would be enough. If nothing else, he wanted to try to hide her suit. He also wondered how she smelled him. He didn't smell 'that' bad. Sure, he ran a little, but that shouldn't have been nearly enough.

The moogle's long ears flickered as he heard locker after locker slam. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the woman reached his locker. He had to think fast. He didn't know any invisibility spells though. 

Just then, the woman opened up the moogle's locker. "Well, what do we have here?" The woman's green eyes shot daggers toward the moogle.

"Uhh..." The moogle scratched the back of his head nervously as he hung from the hook of the locker by his scarf. He had an idea, but he knew it was stupid. 'May as well try. She's going to find out anyways.' He pulled out the swimsuit from his jacket and held it in front of him. "Nobody but us swimsuits in this locker!"

The woman grabbed the moogle by his striped shirt and pulled him out. "What's your name then, swimsuit?"

The moogle blushed. He felt like a toddler just grabbed by its mother. "Uh...Erakir. Look, I was doing this on a dare. I was going to return it. I just...um...I should have never trusted those people! Bad Erakir, bad!" He swung in the woman's grasp. "I uh...I'm trying to kick myself, but it's a bit difficult." His wings continued to flutter, but they felt tired.

The woman sighed. "I can't...how do I..." She carried the moogle and waved her free hand. "Fine, if you want to be a swimsuit, then let's make you a swimsuit." She held the moogle firmly.

"What? Er, I didn't mean I was a swimsuit! I was joking!" Erakir had no idea where this bunny woman was going with the swimsuit comment. His body felt very strange when the woman waved her hand. He'd use a spell, but before he could cast a scan spell, he completely forgot what the spell was. "Uh..." He wondered if the woman used something to change his memory. Then again, he was in a very tense moment. He could have just forgotten the spell in the heat of that moment. He knew one spell without fail though.
He tried to cast esuna on himself, only to realize he didn't know how to cast that either. He knew he should know that spell. It was his go-to spell for many situations. "What's...what's going on?" He said with a nervous laugh.

"I'm going to need a new swimsuit." The woman set Erakir down. "And you're going to be it." She reached back and took off her current swimsuit. She didn't care she was back at the pool. She let the top bikini fall, and then she took off the lower portion.

Erakir looked up at the woman nervously. "But you still have this one, and the one that you're wearing. You don't need a third one." Erakir tried to smile faintly. "Can't you take a joke?" He wanted to move, but he found that he couldn't! The woman made him immobile. "What...what spell did you cast on me?" He struggled to move any muscle inside of his little furry body.

"I used a spell to help you become what you said you were." The woman stretched, now naked, and smiled at Erakir. "Well, I guess you don't exactly have a spot for me to get into you besides your mouth, so..." The woman reached down and pushed her foot into Erakir's maw. "I also can't believe what you said. A woman can 'never' have enough swimsuits. I'm going to prove my point here and now with a customized swimsuit, made one hundred percent moogle!"

Erakir let out a muffled shout. He tasted the salty foot as it shoved into, not just his mouth, but also his body. His body stretched out more than he thought possible. 'A swimsuit? I'm not a swimsuit!' He thought to himself in a panic, but unable to fight back. His heart pounded heavily as his body filled with adrenaline, but it was adrenaline he couldn't use, as he was completely immobilized.

"Now, now. I can tell what you're thinking." The woman pushed her foot directly where Erakir's foot would be. Erakir's outfit stretched with him as the woman pushed her other foot into place. "But I have to...mph...I have to use you a bit before you remember what you really are."

Erakir could only watch as the woman pushed her other foot into his mouth and put them where his own feet were. He wondered how it was possible that he could stretch so much. He wondered just how advanced she was at magic, but he couldn't say anything. Even his very thoughts were hard to process.

"Now, I know you can't talk with your mouth like that." The woman reached down and pulled Erakir up more and more. She pulled his mouth up just beyond her breast. "But you're a swimsuit, and swimsuits can't talk."

Erakir wanted to shout he wasn't a swimsuit, but as he tried to think about what he 'was' instead of a swimsuit, he couldn't think of anything. He thought he was a creature of some sort. He knew he wasn't a human, but he wasn't an animal either. 'What was I...oh kupo, why can't I remember?'

"You also fit my form very well." The woman reached down and pulled open Erakir's leg to reveal her own. It was almost as if she ripped his leg open, but his leg opened up naturally for hers to slip through. She repeated the process with his other leg and pulled them up to her crotch. "But, you're not a full suit. You reveal my legs after all. Quite a bit of my cunt too." She reached down and stroked her crotch. "Mph...You're also very thin. I can almost feel myself right through you."

The moogle wore his normal attire of shorts with pink and purple leggings, his purple jacket, his scarf, and a striped shirt underneath his jacket. He thought it was almost silly that the woman should be able to feel herself through him, yet the more the woman's hands stroked at Erakir's crotch, the more he could feel himself cling to her body, and the thinner he became. He couldn't argue with her though. He stared up at the ceiling in disbelief while his pompom flailed.

"Yes...you're a very colorful swimsuit." The woman sat down next to the water. She wiggled her rear as Erakir's rear fit onto her own. "But you're still just a swimsuit at the end of the day. All you can think about is how much you want me to wear you and swim with you."

Erakir wanted to think otherwise, but the more the woman taunted and teased him, the more he thought about how true it was. He wasn't a moogle. In fact, he didn't even have a name. He was swimsuit, and swimsuit's job was to be a good suit for the owner, for the woman he didn't even know her name. He also realized he didn't even have a gender. Swimsuits didn't have genders.

"You're adjusting to it now, aren't you?" The woman stroked Erakir and reshaped his body. He put his arms over her shoulders as his form changed. He retained the same color as his clothed, but he changed into a swimsuit more and more. His head retracted into his body, as did his pompom. However, there was a blue spot at the very back of the woman's suit, as if to resemble what was left of that pompom. 

The swimsuit couldn't struggle. It couldn't agree or disagree. It was a swimsuit after all. It felt its non-swimsuit features vanish, but it was glad to lose them. It couldn't see, nor could it hear, but swimsuits couldn't do that anyways. Its thoughts were slow. It felt itself hug the woman's body. It clung to it just as any good swimsuit should.

The woman got out of the water after some time and grabbed a towel. "Ah. A colorful purple, white, and blue swimsuit. One of a kind too! I'll be sure to wear you when I go swimming." She slipped off the suit and tossed it next to the other two. "At least until I wear you out and you wind up at a donation store in a few years."
