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 sfor the door, floor, and ceiling. From what

| 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.

"Welcto the Academy, werewolf," it intoned in a flat, mechanical voice. "You are now inside the

measurement chamber. | 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. | 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 stime, Nora informed, "The

robot is connected to smachines behind the back wall."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow and loudly spoke. "Why must | 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? | 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. | 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."

"Very well," Eleanor said, and began removing her clothes piece by piece until her form stood bare beneath the

muted glow.

Her figure was proportioned with effortless harmony, firm yet fluid. Smooth skin stretched unbroken across her

frame, her breasts full and rounded, poised with natural symmetry. Her waist curved inward before widening into

hips that balanced her posture, each line carved with quiet strength.

Her legs were long and sculpted, carrying both grace and latent power, every contour flowing seamlessly into

the next. From her shoulders to her ankles, her body spoke of refinement and unyielding vitality... a form at once

disciplined and distinctly feminine.

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The robot regarded her without reaction, its gaze empty, mechanical, untouched by meaning.

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

"Well, | am ready. You may take the measurements now," she said.

"Thank you. Please remain still," the robot replied. It glided forward, not walking but rolling on hidden wheels

beneath its feet.

As it stopped before her, its eyes blazed with sudden light, casting beams that swept across her body. Rays

crossed and interlaced, 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 their earlier glow.

"Human measurements complete," it declared. "Now, partially transform to the extent where clothing will still be

required. This will allow your uniform to adapt properly to your altered form."

"Understood," Eleanor said, and let the shift ripple through her body.

Her shoulders swelled first, muscles thickening with dense, unnatural weight, stretching her frtaller and

more commanding. Arms lengthened subtly, cords of sinew tightening beneath skin. Fingers curled, nails

sharpening into blackened claws that caught the dim light with a feral glint.

Her face 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 along her

jawline, neck, and forearms.

Her torso shifted, ribcage expanding as her 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 strength, calves drew taut as her feet elongated, toes splitting into clawed digits

ready to dig into the ground.

Finally, she said, "This is the limit of my transformation for now. One more push, and I will be fully transformed."

"Please remain still," the robot instructed as it began scanning again. Beams of light traced her figure in a slow

circle. When it completed its circuit, it said, "You may return to your human form."

Eleanor complied, her body shifting back into its human state.

The robot continued, "Measurements complete. 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 within your ring. If you are uncertain about any item, you may present it tofor

evaluation."

Eleanor walked to the pile of her clothes and accessories on the floor. She placed everything into her storage

ring, save for three jade bottles of varying sizes.

"I wish to bring these three," she said. "I intend to hire someone to refine them into a bloodline potion."

The robot rolled forward, eyes glowing as a scanning ray swept across the bottles. "A five-petal Moonpetal

flower... though one 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 at the

Exchange for registry if you intend to commission a potion."

Eleanor gave a small nod. "Thank you. Now that I've sorted my belongings, may | have my uniform?"

"Not yet," the robot replied. "There is a preliminary step. This is a cleansing potion. You must drink it."

Its torso opened with a soft hiss, revealing a narrow compartment. From within it drew a small bottle, which it

offered to her.

Eleanor accepted the vial and turned it in her hand. "Nora, is this safe?" she asked inwardly.

"I cannot identify its exact properties," Nora answered, "but it is not poison. | sense no lethal effect. There is,

however, a peculiar energy within it... unfamiliar to my records."

"Then there is no choice but to try," Eleanor murmured in her mind.

She opened the bottle and swallowed the contents in a single draught. The liquid was unexpectedly sweet, but

almost at once her body tingled with a faint, restless energy.

"It purged many microbes from your body," Nora observed. "And that strange energy has stimulated your cells...

a form of rejuvenation."

Eleanor lowered the bottle, her gaze returning to the robot. It raised its arms, releasing a fine mist of white

vapour that spread across the chamber, curling around both walls and her body.

"Again, the sliquid," Nora remarked. "But dispersed in vapour form."

When the mist cleared, the robot announced, "Cleansing complete. You may now don your academy uniform.

Proceed to the rear of the room... your garments are ready for you. Please dress yourself before leaving this

room."

Eleanor walked to the back of the room. The faint vapour had already dispersed, leaving the air clean and cool.

Against the wall rested a narrow platform, upon which lay neatly folded garments in varying shades of green, a

pair of gloves, and a pair of boots.

She lifted the muted forest-green tunic first and drew it over her body. Its fabric bore no visible seams; it clung to

her form like living leaf-skin, smooth and supple, moving with her rather than against her, offering comfort yet

complete freedom.

Next, she pulled on the leggings, their

tone a deeper green. Sleek and pliant,

they held a natural sheen, as though

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legs ha snug but unrestrictive

embrace. She layered the darker

green trousers over them, the weave

firmer, with hardened panels set

subtly about the knees for protection.

Reaching for the fitted coat, she

paused a moment to take in its craft.

The garment was fashioned of

layered panels that res mbleg, m

oven crs cons into

akmbur-like scales. Flowing and

elegant, yet carrying the edge of

battle, it bore sharp ridges along the

shoulders, lending her a regal, martial

bearing. She cinched it about her

waist with a belt of darker green, its

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the pale green socks, soft against her

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Last were the gloves. Reinforced with the strength of layered leaf-fibre, they bore faint natural veins across their

surface, as though life still coursed within them. The fingertips darkened into a deeper shade of green,

suggesting rooted power gathered in her grasp.

When she stood upright at last, fully clothed, the transformation was complete. No longer a cadet preparing for a

trial... she looked like a goddess ready to march into war.