I sighed in satisfa as I finally mao put on the clothes I'd found. No more fur for me.I was close to the top of this tower now, with one or two more floors to go at most and the interior has gotten rather luxurious up here pared to the lower levels. A hundred floors down even windows started to bee a thing as did minated floors and furniture. anilight streamed into the room I was in and I turo examine myself in a vanity mirror standing nearby. The clothes fit me well, though they would be a bit out there bae. A leathery body glove going from my ankles up to the base of my neck was the most promi, thankfully I found some fitting underwear to put on u. Not that I felt like it would chafe my skin, it only looked leathery but was estid breathy as if I was wearing yoga pants and a shirt. Above it, I wore a tactical belt I found on a lower level and a long red coat that went well with the bck body glove u. I could have worn normal pants and shirts, I've found a bunch of those too but looking into the mirror I knew I made the right decision. I retty ba earth, as a human if I say so myself. I went to the gym so I was fit, if a bit nky and g in some key areas but I always told myself that my cute face made up for it. Maybe my narcissism wasn't that much of a hing. I could see the tray old face staring back at me with those forest green eyes my granny so praised framed by my bleached white hair. My oe face could only be called beautiful now, angur , high cheekbones, a small nose and a small mouth with pouty lips. It was a work of art that I spent an embarrassing amount of time on but now I could pat myself on the back for a job well done. It was like doing makeup just a bit deeper. Which girl wouldn't ge a few things about herself if they got the ce? Well, I did just get it so bite me. My body wasn't left behind and my choice of clothing made that clear. My nky frame was o be found and now the girl in the mirror had the body of an amazonian goddess. I smirked and blushed promptly after my mirror image replicated it, and I could already tell I would get addicted to this. My body was like e now, free to shape and form however I liked it like a sculpture. I could make it geous like I just did but this was hardly the limit. If I wanted I could be a bodybuilder in the moment, or an aged gentleman or even something so far from a human that ahat saw me would die from a heart attabsp;I wasn't averse to the idea of taking on an alien form if need be but the dissohat I suspected came from my human soul made more than a temporary ge impossible. I don't know when I'd get used to it or if that was even possible. Souls are supposed to be immutable stuff I think? With a st g the mirror, I left the suite with a satisfied grin. The rest of my collected stuff hung over my shoulder in a sack with the satchels and slots in my tactical belt also putti on my hips from their tents. I found a bunch of discarded stuff most of which I had no idea what it was for. Electrical gadgets, tablet-looking thingies and a load of teical tools. While most of the levels resembled something like a factory from the industrial revolutio bunch looked much more like modern offices and living quarters. I dare say the st room I was in even reached the levels of a 4-star hotel. I pocketed anything I thought might be useful for my tinued survival and most often than not venience. Knives, extra clothes and any self-care stuff I found. I even mao loot a toothbrush and toothpaste not that I hose anymore but who knew if I would hem. My journey up here from the baly was annoying and strenuous, whoever built this pce didn't biving an easy way to travel vertically through the tower. I switched between air vents, stairs and making holes through the ceiling in frustration to make it up here and now only a handful of floors stood between me and my arbitrary goal of reag the top of this godforsaken skyscraper. I found a staircase leading upwards after only 10 minutes of wandering around the intricately painted hallways. It wasn't even locked behind a door so I didn't have to exercise my well-practiced lock-pig skills. Many doors fell victim to those on the floors below my feet, now sp broken hinges or broken apart locks. I could py around with opening them with my tendrils but that got old after the fifth closed door and using my newfound strength proved to be a much swifter solution. For ohe damned architect decided to be practical and put the staircase leading to the floor just above the previous one. I still held grievances for the horrendous pnning of the lower floors so I'd still rip him a new one if I ever met him but maybe for this, I'd do it gently. They say third time's the charm and it seemed like it was true once again. The third staircase was o be found and I'd o seary the flain. When I stuck my head out a nearby window I found myself grinning. This was the st floor before the top it seemed. Now I'd just o do a bit of climbing and I'd have a panoramic view of this beauty of a city.