Clothes of Another God[1 Thory 4261]
The description of Cloak of Another God states that this most excellent and helpful of spells will adapt the caster's clothing to her new body. (I do not use "her" in the sense that means that I am currently female. I use "her" as is traditional in spell descriptions to refer to the caster of a spell. In this case I could almost as well refer to myself as "him", the traditional pronoun for the subject of the spell, though when one casts a spell upon onesself, the tradition is to use the feminine pronoun.)
Thus, a Cani's sweater will grow to fit a Gormoror frame, or shrink to fit a Rassimel frame. I don't know what would happen if a Cani wearing a sweater turned into a Zi Ri with Cloak -- we rarely wear sweaters, but there is no fundamental reason why we couldn't wear sweaters, so perhaps it would become a very odd but reasonable Zi Ri sweater.
I knew this, of course. I have studied this spell at some length in a recent examination.
I was, of course, wearing my usual clothing: dress ribbons on my ankles and neck and head. I somehow had presumed that this meant I would be wearing an Orren's usual clothing. But no, of course. I was wearing Zi Ri style dress ribbons on my ankles, neck, and head.
Fortunately, I was in a well-equipped Orren apartment. Strenata's second deed was to fetch me her bathrobe. (Her first deed was to laugh considerably of course.)
For those of you who have never seen an Orren bathrobe, this is what it is like. It is made of a sort of thick quilted vegetable silk kind of thing, so that it draws water out of the fur quickly. The sleeves are big and floopy. The back is slit fairly far up, so that the large Orren tail doesn't get caught in it; and the halves can be tied around the Orren's legs if they are cold or wet. There is also another tie at the waist, and one at the chest.
Which is to say, it's a hideously complicated garment, and it took me a good nine minutes to put the cursed thing on. While Rhedwy and Strenata were watching, Strenata cheering, Rhedwy offering helpful suggestions. Well, as helpful a suggestion as one can expect from a cruel, sadistic half-monster who doesn't have opposible thumbs and has never worn a bathrobe in her life. And has never been particularly shy about showing off her personal region ... Sleeth rarely wear clothes, and, so far as I can tell, never for modesty; they do not care enough for what other people think.
At any rate, the spell hadn't worn off yet (it takes hours), and I was wearing an Orren bathrobe over my new Orren body, and sitting on the couch next to Seeks-...
She'd torn the word off the card in her hat and tossed it in the fire. Not her usual style.