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Disclaimer - The world of fashion is a fickle, mercurial thing. Finding one's own personal aesthetic often involves a lot of experimentation and introspection. Sometimes keeping up with the trends also requires growing a few new appendages as well. If you're not willing to put your body on the line for fashion, then perhaps this story isn't for you. But if you're feeling aesthetically adventurous, then by all means, enjoy yourself. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Changing Room

All it took was a small bump from what appeared to be six kobolds in a trench coat, and now you have coffee all over your once white shirt.

Thankfully, you have a few spare clean shirts in your bag and there's a door next to the lobby that boldly proclaims

Changing Room

In the same way one might advertise a smash hit on a theater marquee.

You pull open the gilt handle and step inside, surprised not to see a hallway leading to little dressing rooms, but instead a cavernous single room packed with lavish clothing hanging on racks and stacked on shelves in semi-ordered splendor. The cement floor is mostly covered by thick, intricately patterned maroon carpets.

Something jangles as you brush past a rack of what looks like bronze chainmail lingerie, but not like any clothes you've seen before. You can't even imagine how it would fit on any human body. You reach out and touch it, feeling the cool, heavy metal pool in your palm as you lift up the bottom of a flared skirt-like garment curiously.

"Oh, excellent choice!" a cheerful voice rings out as you drop the edge of the chainmail and try to look nonchalant as it jangles back against the other metallic adornments.

Out from behind a rack of rainbow-colored velvet capes pads a blue and white gryphon-like creature clad in diaphanous, azure material that reminds you of a belly dancer. Small golden sequins draped along her sides jingle while she grins at you, dark beak still visible behind her gauzy veil. She has an upper body that's more human, generous white furred breasts held up by a draping blue bra. Her lower body is more feline, four leonine paws carrying her lion-sized body with easy grace, wings folded against her lower body's back. Her feathers remind you of a jay, a complicated combination of blue, white, and black.

"I'm Jenna, by the way! And it looks like you, are in need of some new clothes . . ." Her dark eyes gleam, voice light and cheerfully airy as she looks over your body in the same way one might consider a complicated jigsaw puzzle.

"I don't know. He doesn't really strike me as a chainmail kind of person." A deeper voice rumbles from behind you in a sultry tone.

You turn to find another gryphon emerging from the racks behind you, her green and white plumage contrasting with dark leather straps crisscrossing all over her hybrid body. She lifts a scaly hand and taps a dark talon against her hay-colored beak.

"Maybe something in leather instead?"

She looks down at you as she pads forwards, white fluffy breasts spilling out from a complicated strappy harness connected under them in the form of a pentagram. Thick padded cuffs with metal rings adorn her arms and four legs. Her green and black wings creak as she moves, joints bound by glossy straps and silver buckles. She sits on her haunches, your eyes following the crisscrossing bands from her mossy flanks and snowy belly down to her plump feline sheath and balls poking through a heavy metal ring. Her eyes gleam with purpose as she follows where you're looking, shifting her weight to the side so you can see the taut pink slit of her femininity tucked behind her balls, framed by another polished silver ring.

"I'm Beatrix, by the by. And you, should really ask a lady before ravishing her with your eyes like that. You're being _very_naughty," she clicks her tongue as she glowers down at you with playful bemusement.

"Oh, girls, don't scare away the client already!" A posh and proper accented voice rings out. The rainbow velvet clothes on the rack parting like flamboyant stage curtains as a third tauric gryphon steps daintily through, fur and feathers canary yellow and milk white. Her appearance is meticulous, intricate black lace stockings on all four legs held up by garter belts that connect to an orange velvet stripe running down her back between her wings. The belly of her upper body is bound in a tight, glossy black corset that accentuates her bust, tied in the back with a dainty yellow bow.

She looks down and sees your coffee-stained sleeve, nodding her head slowly. You can't help but ogle at the three gryphons as they close in around you. Every time you look up, there's more fluffy bodies and drastically differing aesthetics. Heat rises up in your cheeks. You don't mean to stare, but it's hard to pull your eyes away, following their lashing tails down to the dual natured combinations between their hind legs. . .

"So it looks like you came in here for a quick change, hmm?" Amber's voice makes you feel like you didn't complete your homework.

You swallow heavily, grabbing at the stained fabric of your still wet shirt self-consciously before nodding.

"Lovely!" she exclaims pouncing forward with enthusiasm, tailfeathers on either side of her leonine tail fanning out. She steps around behind you, talons working meticulously as she begins to unbutton your shirt. You're too distracted by the pillowy warmth of her breasts pressed against the back of your neck to inquire further. "The girls and I will help your find just the right outfit. Also, I'm Amber, and it's delightful to meet you!"

You're about to protest that you only need a shirt when Beatrix reaches in from the side and undoes the buckle of your belt with the same finesse one might use to brandish a switchblade.

"This will have to go." The green gryphon jerks roughly and the belt slithers through the loops on your pants like a snake on methamphetamine. "And the pants, obviously." She sighs and shakes her head as she looks down at your sagging grey slacks with obvious distaste.

"Hey, don't worry," Jenna coos, feline body kneeling down with graceful ease, sequins jingling. She gently unlaces your shoes. "We'll absolutely find you something that you love!" she titters, coaxing you up on to one foot as she pries off a shoe and begins peeling off your socks as well.

Beatrix makes far too comfortable eye contact with you before popping the button on your fly and forcefully lowering the zipper of your pants, letting them fall to your ankles where Jenna tugs them off of each foot.

Amber precisely slides your shirt back and off your shoulders, leaving you standing in nothing but your underwear, hand over your crotch, completely surrounded by multifaceted and beautifully dressed gryphons.

They all look at you expectantly: Jenna smiling beatifically, Beatrix rolling her eyes, and Amber waiting with crossed arms.

You swallow heavily, looking between them before reluctantly lowering your drawers, kicking them off as you fail to cover your half-erection with a hand.

They don't seem to mind at all though.

"Now let's start up here." Amber walks around you, tufted tail tip tickling your rump as she walks by before placing her smooth scaly hands on your shoulders. "Definitely got a lot to work with . . ." she holds up one of your elbows as her other hand strokes over your chest. "Ideas?"

"Oh, I know just the thing!" Jenna chimes in, clapping her hands together before dashing off between the dense racks. She pads back with a hanger in one hand bearing a complicated twisted orange brazier connected to diaphanous red poofy shoulder sleeves.

"Well?" She asks, holding it up in front of you for your inspection. You shrug, feeling quite out of your element, but the gryphons all seem to interpret this as approval. The gauzy blue gryphon's sequins jingle as she coaxes your arms up and slides the bra down over your head, your vision briefly obscured by the flame-colored fabric.

You look down at yourself, heat rising to your cheeks. It looks like some kind of harem girl outfit. Which, while Jenna pulls off flawlessly, doesn't seem to quite fit you. Amber wheels in a large old mirror in a worn oak frame in front of you and you can barely make eye contact with yourself. You just don't seem to fill it out properly. You raise your hands up to touch the fabric, shivering as it brushes against your nipples.

Jenna pulls the brazier this way and that, adjusting it, but ends up shaking her head. "It's not quite right, is it?"

"Nope." Beatrix shakes her head, stepping in and wrestling the bra off of you, tossing it to Jenna who slides it back on a hanger. "You need something more empowering, don't you, something to really frame your assets."

She walks over to one of the towering shelves, tail swaying imperiously behind her, wings creaking in their bindings. You can't help but let your gaze wander down between her rear legs, watching her feline package jiggle with her pink femininity framed just above it. She turns her head around, meeting your eyes before you can feign disinterest. She gives you a wink, licking the edges of her yellow beak with her pink, slick tongue.

You turn away, heat rising to your cheeks as she walks back with something heavy dangling in her grip.

The other gryphons nod approvingly as she approaches you holding a thick brown suede harness with heavy burnished brass buckles. It has two obvious gaps in the front that you know you can't possibly fill, but for some reason, looking at it makes your heart beat faster in your chest.

"That's right, you want something more practical, don't you?" the green gryphon unbuckles the straps and fits the harness around your shoulders, reaching around to tighten them under your arms with practiced efficiency. She slides around behind you, furry flanks brushing against your skin, punctuated by a bump from her bound wings. "Something that really lets folks see who you are . . ."

She leans in against your back, pressing her breasts against you. "And what you are, is a bad bitch, aren't you?"

Amber rolls her eyes as Jenna's feathery ear-tufts fluff up at the language. Neither one moves to stop the green gryphon's tirade though.

Beatrix picks up your hands and guides them to the straps. They feel solid, durable, but in a luxurious way. She then slides her talons against your chest, pricking against your skin before kneading in with her smooth, scaly palms.

"That's right, just imagine it. No need to hide yourself anymore." She grinds her thumbs against your nipples. You groan out, heat building up in your chest as you melt back against her. "You want to get out there and be shameless."

As she squeezes and kneads, your chests swells, nipples stiffening as your aeolas widen. "You're going to go out there and get whoever_you want. And you'll get them to do _whatever you want because you're _worth_it." White fur fluffs out under her talons, spreading out like velveteen snowfall from between your budding breasts.

Your breathing comes out in ragged moans as you open your eyes and stare into the mirror, finding that your growing bust fits perfectly into the gaps of the leather harness. You feel the heavy bands pressed taut around the edges of your forming breasts.

"That's right." Beatrix tugs at the back of the harness and you gasp, new breasts growing fuller, your bust almost matching the gryphons' own. She leans her rounded beak next to your ear and whispers "_Good_bitch." You melt in her grip, leaning back against her warm body as she reaches down towards your now stiff member and . . .

"That's quite enough of that," Amber interjects, stepping forwards and dragging you away from Beatrix by the hand.

You swear that you hear Beatrix growl behind you.

"We do have an entire outfit to assemble, or did you forget?" she asks coquettishly. Spinning you around so that you face the mirror again. "I will admit though, that harness is quite stunning on you, wonderfully done, Trixy." She taps a talon against one of your brass buckles fondly.

"I told you not to call me that!" Beatrix's fur and feathers ruffle up, leather creaking all over her body.

"But I haven't heard our safeword . . ." Amber simpers as she lets out a melodic warbling laugh while Beatrix glowers.

"Now then, what's next . . ." she circles around you, tapping a talon against her beak. "Let's work on this." She reaches in and pinches your rump lightly before you swat her hand away.

She walks towards one of the racks of more elastic, strappy looking garments, giving you a full view of her rump, just as delightfully multifaceted as Beatrix's. "I don't think lace works with your aesthetic, but how about something more solid, hmm?" She pulls out a drooping set of black elastic hoops that almost wriggles in her grip like cursive script come to life.

It looks far too large for you, but she's very insistent, coaxing your feet up and sliding them both through a larger hoop that she pulls up to your waist, and then two smaller ones that go around each leg individually with one diminutive piece of stretchy black satiny cloth just barely covering your balls.

It doesn't stay on though, elastic still too loose to cling to you body.

"Now, I know what you're thinking, but before you make your final judgement for this one, allow us to give you a little change in perspective." She raises a feathery brow towards the other two gryphons as they close in around you like a pride of overly amorous lions.

"We certainly have to work on your posture." Beatrix chimes in, kneeling down behind you, talons pinching in at your ankles.

"I mean, it's kind of cute to see you walk that way, but I can't imagine it's comfortable." She clicks her tongue before squeezing in roughly at your feet.

Your toes bulge, nails sharpening and curling out into sharp black claws before being pulled back into hidden homes as plush whiteness fluffs up between them. She grabs each foot and presses down at your forming paws as she jerks back at your ankles, stretching out your bones, muscles swelling as your tendons twist. Your thighs press out against the black elastic bands as fur prickles up them, white, but with a vibrant blaze of violet on the sides of each one.

You mean to complain, but it's getting harder and harder to balance. Beatrix doesn't stop and you find yourself careening forwards, your new claws tensing against the dense maroon carpeting on the floor.

Instead of crashing to the ground though, you find your face planting into Jenna's gauzy cleavage. Her soft furry mounds brush against your blazing cheeks as she grabs you by the shoulders and lets you lean against her warm body.

"It just seems so complicated, having to focus so much on your balance all the time." She sits back on her haunches, adornments jangling. "And it doesn't really give you a lot of options for clothes . . ." She holds you in her talons as she reaches out with her front paws and starts kneading from your hips up to your chest like a cat getting ready for a nap. Your flesh feels strange as she massages it, talons holding you up from under your armpits.

Her covered breasts mash against your own, soft material making your nipples stiffen. Your spine creaks in the strangest of ways as heat spreads out from your midriff. You writhe, bones creaking as you grit your teeth, feeling your flesh bulging under your skin.

"I bet this is pretty overwhelming, hmm? You're doing great though. Just imagine how pretty you'll be . . ." The blue gryphon's powerful lion paws squeeze in as your body feels like it's pressing back at them. "Maybe you need a little distraction though . . ." Her translucent blue veil brushes up against the side of your face, the warm smoothness of her beak pressing forward before her pink, pointed tongue slides along your lips and slips into your mouth. Your eyes widen, staring into her own as you melt into the kiss.

The popping and creaking of your body fades to the background as her tongue circles around your own with genuine, affectionate eagerness.

As you lean into Jenna, Amber traces her talons up your back, a prickling wave of white and violet fur flowing in after her talons. Your skin shivers, new fur fluffing up. The yellow gryphon reaches down and squeezes your thighs, imperiously pulling an elastic band and letting it snap back, chuckling at your muffled squawk of protest as you continue to make out with Jenna.

She then slides her hand between your legs, brushing over that thin piece of black fabric covering your balls. "Hmm, still a bit too loose. Let's help you fill this out a bit . . ." Amber kneads in insistently with her palm, making you press forward against Jenna, Your new lion-like legs strain, claws catching in the carpet.

Every light squeeze makes pleasure bubble up inside of you, your balls swelling out, taut sack slowly dusted with white fuzz. Two of her smooth fingers slide up along the base of your cock, making you shudder as it jerks, pulling back slightly into a forming fluffy sheath. Your skin thins as she pumps up your shaft, pink and glossy, making your fur prickle up as she slides over your forming soft feline barbs. She pinches in at the head of your stiffening cock as it pulls into an animal point, pre welling out as your balls tense and churn in her grip.

"Now that's more fitting, isn't it?" she pats your leonine cock and the bulge of your furry balls. "However, we still have some wasted space here . . ." She grinds the smooth edge of a talon up your animal shaft, gathering up a dripping string of your pre before smearing the cooling lust against your exposed taint, heat radiating out from her careful fingers.

Your attention is divided though as something strains in front of you. Your skin stretches, fur bristling as it swells out, new joints creaking as muscles flex into existence around them. Jenna's paws help coax out your growing forelimbs. Your new claws and paws clench against her, sensations oddly familiar, like having an extra pair of hands or feet you just never noticed before.

You moan into her beak as your own face blooms with heat, lips darkening and clacking against her as your nostrils pull back while your face creaks forwards into smooth rounded darkness. She entwines her black talons through your fingers as your skin becomes dark, smooth ebony scales welling up as your nails press out into avian claws.

Beatrix kneads at your stretching lower stomach like she was giving a dog a belly rub, claws combing through the dense, pillowy fur on parts of your body that you didn't know you had. She pinches in, raising up tight pink vestigial teats that quickly become lost in the fuzz as your body swells and thickens with new quadrupedal bulk.

Amber pinches in at your taint, gently running the tip of a talon methodically down your tender flesh. Your lengthening spine stiffens as it creaks out, cock jerking as the flesh under her finger begins to glisten and pulse. You groan and croak into Jenna's beak, fur fluffing up as your thighs quiver. Heat blooms out, following her talon as a pink glistening ribbon of flesh wells out in her wake. As she kneads the smooth edge of a dark talon against you, your nerves blaze, edges of your forming labia quivering.

"There we are. Wouldn't want you to be _too_demure in public, would we?" the aristocratic yellow gryphon teases. "This helps accentuate all of your lovely assets. But, there's still work to be done. No rest for the wicked." She pats your rump teasingly.

Your spine creaks as you embrace Jenna with two sets of limbs, tongue still swirling around with her own. Your stout new forelegs strain out, muscles swelling under your fur, your claws dragging through her thick pelt. She lowers you down as you make out noisily, your front legs easily bearing your new weight, shifting from paw to paw as you can't contain the pleasure of the nonstop changes.

Beatrix combs her talons through the rich purple fur forming on your back and flanks.

"Now you're starting to get it. But we still haven't gotten to the good stuff." She rakes her talons through your fur against your toughening skin behind your lower shoulders, her wings creaking against her leather binders. She grips in and your body creaks, long pink and violet feathers prickling out between her claws. You fruitlessly pull against her as she insistently yanks out your forming wings, pinions aching. They don't feel like your arms or legs, but more like your eyelids, fluttering automatically when she lets them go, folding up against your sides, feathers ruffling and then smoothing out with avian indignation.

Amber squeezes at the edges of your freshly formed femininity with one hand while the other rubs just above your bared ass. Pressure builds up, making you squirm between their fluffy bodies before, with a series of creaking pops, a writhing fluffy tail bursts forth from your backside. It snakes this way and that as Amber traces along the base, purple and white feathers prickling out. They grow longer every time they fan out before you clench them back in.

Your pussy aches, taut balls churning against their stretchy dark fabric home as your feline spike jerks and leaks a clear bead of pre out against the carpet. Your heart hammers in your chest, knot of need rising up in your throat as your new body twists, claws of your four paws curling out and hooking into the carpet.

"Now look what you've done." Beatrix sighs as she runs a hand down your writhing body towards the base of your writhing tail. "They can barely stop wriggling now." She gives your rump a sharp slap as chastisement, causing a garbled squawk growl to escape your thickening black beak as your wings unfurl clumsily.

"How are they going to focus on their ensemble like this!?" the leather-bound green gryphon demands

Jenna pulls back from your embrace with a grin. "They do seem rather pent up, don't they?" She giggles as she watches you pant, tongue lolling out from the edge of your thick beak.

"Alright, alright." Amber rolls her eyes "You're _both_bad influences on our guests, you know that?" She runs the back of a claw casually up your back as she walks around you.

"If we take a brief break, and deal with those little,problems of yours, can we then please finish dressing you?" She asks like she's granting you some outlandish favor.

You nod vigorously, hands crossed over your bust, shifting your four-legged weight from one side to the other, cock still throbbing as you can feel the cool air of the stuffy room against your new, plump feminine slit.

The corners of Beatrix's beak turn up in a wicked grin. She reaches forwards and grabs the side of your harness, your legs fumbling as she drags your face inches from her beak. "Well, is that what you want? Somewhere to bury that pathetic little prick of yours?" She asks the question as an accusation.

You swallow heavily before you nod.

Amber sighs as Jenna suppresses a titter of laughter, Beatrix's feathers fluffing up as she shoots the blue gryphon daggers with her eyes.

"Then you better step up." Beatrix turns around, bowing down with her front legs, her glistening pink pussy encircled by that heavy silver ring, plump balls and stiff cock hanging through the one just below it. "And don't disappoint me."

You can smell her, feline and avian musk mixing together in your mind into a potent cocktail as you step forward tentatively. Amber gives you a hand as you awkwardly grab at Beatrix's hips with your front paws, claws hooking her countless leather straps for purchase. You pull your sinuous body on top of hers, your lower chest resting between her creaking, bound wings. Your breath catches in your throat as your cock brushes against her fluffy rump while your line yourself up, your body moving automatically.

Your one-track train of thought is derailed as you feel someone gently entwining your tail through their dark taloned fingers.

"And don't you worry," Jenna chimes in. "We weren't forgetting about this, either. The blue gryphon slides her talon in, tracing down one side of your labia and up the other, pausing to circle around your electrically sensitive clit. You groan, pulsing against the finger before you feel her paws grip firmly against your hips. In one fluid motion, she pulls herself up, front legs grabbing you just behind your wings. Your new legs brace and bear her weight easily.

"Will you fucking get on with it!?" Beatrix demands. She reaches back with both her arms, grabbing your talons in her own and then yanking you bodily forwards. Your cock drags up the fuzzy softness of her balls before spreading open her waiting cleft around you in one tight surge. Her torrid insides squeeze around you in grasping pulses as your cock throbs, feathers fanning out.

"Harder! Harder goddamn it!" She screams back at you.

"It's okay, sweetie. Take your time." Jenna coos from behind you. You feel her weight shift as she pulls herself forwards, thighs pressing against your own. "Sometimes, the best things, are worth waiting for." Her voice falters slightly as she slowly slides forward, turgid feline length grinding up against you before sliding inside of your trembling pussy. You clench with muscles you didn't know you had, the sensation wet and liquid smooth, your tail thrashing as waves of pleasure wash over you.

And then you rock back, and your entire world explodes into overwhelming sensation.

Beatrix's demands turn into a faltering squawk as you pull your hips back, fleshy barbs catching at her insides, scraping back as she clenches around you. You quake, knees shaking as you rest your weight on her, only taking a breath when you slide forwards again in a smooth rush.

Jenna's cock tenses inside of you as your jostling causes her to buck into you and then slide back, your insides lighting up as her tickling barbs grind against you. You wrench down, clear pleasure welling out at the edges of your squeezing pussy as she slides in and bristles out again and again.

Amber sighs as she watches your tangled bodies slam together, listening to the lewd slaps and squelches with a resigned smirk. "We _do_eventually have to complete the ensemble, you realize . . ." she protests. But even as she does, she sits back on her haunches and licks around the edge of her beak, talons tracing absentmindedly around one of her pert pink nipples.

You barely even hear her, capacity for language temporarily replaced by raw physicality. Your fluffy body aches, breaths coming out in ragged heaves as you're stuffed from behind while your cock drills into Beatrix's vice-like passage.

The mirror before you shows a twisted tangle of feline avian bodies, bright wings flapping, legs straining, breasts heaving as every motion shakes all three of you.

Your wings flap fitfully, feathers spreading out, your violet complementing Jenna's blue as the heat rises up and boils in the pit of your stomach.

You have no idea who starts it, but suddenly all three of you are rawking out in animal bliss. Your balls clench, your pussy quivers, your eyes fly wide open, pupils pulling into points.

You erupt, pumping wave after wave of thick gryphon seed into Beatrix's needy insides, her femininity spasming around you, milking you for every last drop as her own member shudders and she dribbles out a spatter of thick cum onto the carpet below.

You feel the pressure of every hot splash as Jenna pulls herself tight against you, cock arcing up and squeezing out liquid bliss inside of you. Your femininity quakes, pleasure coming out in longer, squeezing tugs that contrast the quick arrhythmic surges of your cock.

You're sandwiched between them in a rocking cycle of ecstasy, each of your motions jostling the others, coaxing you on to new heights.

You have no idea how long it lasts, as everything is lost in fluffy heat and wrenching, body-wide contractions. Every sensation blends together into straining bliss as you squawk out, wings pumping as you climax over and over again.

Eventually, you come down from your ecstasy, panting as Amber hauls Jenna off of you, and then assists as you slide back off of Beatrix who lies against the ground looking used, abused, and utterly delighted.

"Now then, clean yourselves up, you miscreants." Amber tosses Jenna and Beatrix hand towels as she leans in behind you, wiping you clean and then going once around with a wet wipe to eliminate any signs of your recent indisgression.

You blush like you'd been caught playing out in the mud in your Sunday best, fur fluffing up on your cheeks.

"Alright then, Jenna, do we have anything to help utilize all this delightfully new space?" Amber asks, considering your new forelegs and wings.

"Oh, I have just the thing!" She bounds off and returns with a belt of sewn together brass coins leading to two gauzy black and maroon arabesqued leggings.

She cinches the belt around your upper waist and fits your front paws into the leggings. You take a few steps, sashaying as the fabric flows. It's strongly hypnotizing to watch the thin cloth waver as you move.

The gryphons come and go around you as you watch yourself change in the mirror.

The falconry themed gimp mask is a no.

The silver bangles on your tail are a yes.

The corset is a no.

The half-length pink button-up draped over your shoulders is a yes.

The satin runners draped around your wings is a no.

The heavy leather cuffs around your four ankles are a yes.

In the end, you are a delightful mishmash of styles, but, even as you check yourself from all angles, you have to say, it really _does_look like you.

The other gryphons seem satisfied as well.

Jenna wishes you the best, sneaking in a kiss as they all walk you to the door.

Beatrix tells you to go out there and "get 'em," accompanied with a sharp slap to your rump.

And Amber, professional as always, tells you that you can always come back if you need a change in style.

The bright lights of the hotel hurt your eyes as you step back into the lobby, bangles on your tail jangling as you twirl about, loving the attention of the other con-goers as they stare in awe.

But, being much larger than you used to be, you twirl slightly too far and bump against someone with your wings as you pass them.

You turn to apologize, scaly black at the side of your beak as you see a man in a white tee-shirt and jeans, both now stained by the coffee you so carelessly knocked from his grasp.

You apologize profusely, telling him that you're new at this whole gryphon thing.

But, you know just the way to make it up to him, leading him towards the door with " Changing Room" in large filigreed letters and grinning as you hold the door open for him.

You think he'd look really good in orange . . .