Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 211: How to Prepare Your Uniform

Eleanor, Kiara, and Ophelia entered rooms sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen respectively.

Upon stepping inside, Eleanor paused to take in her surroundings. The chamber was larger than any changing room she had ever seen, though not nearly the size of her own bedroom. Its walls, floor, and ceiling were made of a matte black metal, cool and severe, without a single trace of ornament. The place was barren, devoid of furniture or fittings... except for a humanoid, black-coloured robot standing motionless at the far end.

"Nora, is this room safe?" she asked silently.

"The walls are layered with nullsteel and filled with obsidian, the same for the door, floor, and ceiling. From what I know, this chamber should be resistant to magical probes, divination spells, and it is also soundproof. The light you see is from dozens of small lumen crystals embedded in the ceiling. As for the robot... it appears to be fully autonomous, without any link to systems outside this room." Nora replied.

The door behind her sealed shut with a soft hiss. At that instant, the robot’s eyes flickered to life, glowing faintly as it stirred.

"Welcome to the Academy, werewolf," it intoned in a flat, mechanical voice. "You are now inside the measurement chamber. I will record your full body measurement and help you with the uniform and other clothes suitable for your term at the Academy. Please remove all clothing and accessories and place them to the side. Then stand upon the marked position at the centre of the room. You may ask questions if they concern my task. I can answer only matters related to measurement and outfitting."

Just as the robot said, a glowing cross flared into existence on the floor. At the same time, Nora informed, "The robot is connected to some machines behind the back wall."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow and loudly spoke. "Why must I remove my clothes? Can you not measure my size over them?"

The robot answered without pause. "I was programmed to acquire exact body measurements so the tailoring system may craft your first uniform. Accuracy is necessary. Any error could lead to complications during battle."

Eleanor crossed her arms. "And how do you account for transformation? I can hardly fight without considering my werewolf form."

"The protocol varies by species," the robot said. "Cadets are required to remain in human form throughout the Academy, except when within the combat arenas. I am programmed to record both your human body and your partially transformed state. The tailoring system will then construct a uniform capable of shifting with you. As for your complete beast form... no attire is required. Any garments or accessories not embedded into your body are displaced into a separate dimension during transformation and return to you, unchanged, when you revert to human form."

Eleanor nodded. "You spoke of other clothes. What garments are needed beyond the uniform?"

The robot answered, "You will be provided three sets of uniform, robes for different occasions, innerwear, shoes, and gloves. For now, you will receive only one complete set... uniform, innerwear, shoes, and gloves. The rest will be delivered directly to your dormitory. Now, please proceed. This step is mandatory; there is no alternative."

began removing her clothes piece by piece until her form

unbroken across her frame, her breasts full and rounded,

carrying both grace and latent power, every contour flowing seamlessly into the next. From her shoulders to her

its gaze empty,

neatly aside, she stepped to the centre of the room and stood upon the glowing mark.

you. Please remain still," the robot replied. It glided forward,

tracing her outline in delicate grids of brilliance. Slowly, the machine circled her, light spilling from every angle until at last its eyes dimmed to

measurements complete," it declared. "Now, partially transform to the extent where clothing will still be required. This will allow your uniform to adapt properly

and let the shift ripple

dense, unnatural weight, stretching her frame taller and more commanding. Arms lengthened subtly, cords of sinew tightening beneath skin. Fingers curled, nails sharpening

changed next... the human mask reshaping but not yet lost. The jaw thrust forward, teeth lengthening into predatory points, though her eyes burned clear, rimmed now with an emerald glow that pierced through the shadows. Her ears rose and tapered, edged with lupine sharpness, while a dusting of coarse fur crept

breath grew deeper, more primal. Skin rippled as patches of fur sprouted across her chest and sides. Her waist narrowed before spilling into hips and legs reshaped by power. Thighs knotted with coiled

of my transformation for now. One more push, and I will

light traced her figure in a slow circle. When it completed its

shifting back

Now, you must take the next steps. First, sort your belongings. Potions, herbs, or magical artefacts that you intend to use for strengthening body or mind may be registered at the Exchange Desk. If professors permit their use, the Exchange will deliver them accordingly. Items not permitted must be stored

on the floor. She placed everything into her storage ring, save

three," she said. "I intend to hire someone to

petal has already been lost. Two petals alone are sufficient for a bloodline potion. A fang from an elder werewolf. And volcanic ash from a dead mountain. These are permissible. Submit them

Now that I’ve sorted my belongings, may

a preliminary step. This is a cleansing

hiss, revealing a narrow compartment. From within it drew a small bottle, which it