Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)
Chapter 210 - Perfect Swimwear For A Fox In A Werewolf

Chapter 210: Chapter 210 - Perfect Swimwear For A Fox In A Werewolf

After finishing the food, particularly enjoying the desert despite being unduly upset with the other woman, I dump the rest of the contents of Claire’s mystery package onto my bed. Three athletic bras in different styles fall out of the bag, all fitting my exact size according to the tags.

Beneath them...

"A bikini?"

The outer material is some sort of blue - close to teal - with the most adorable blue fox faces printed on each cup and across the front of the bottoms. The little simplified creatures have their pointed ears that make it hard to look and call it a cat or a dog.

And some eyes that somehow manage to look both mischievous and innocent. Almost immediately, I shift into my old fox form inside my mindscape and prance around happily.

> Or maybe I’m just reading into the first possibility since I know how foxes are. Hey! I can think it, but agreeing is off limits! <

I’m almost certain this is meant to be a matching character to the fox sticker that I’ve placed on my phone, but I could be wrong. Either way she must have really done some shopping in order to find this.

Really, I’d love to immediately try it on and find the pool... but humans seem to think that going into water after eating is somehow risky. I feel like this may be a superstition, but Helene also believed it so I’ll just be careful.

First things first. I strip out of my jogging clothes entirely and reach for one of the sports bras - a compression style in deep navy that looks extremely overdesigned. Getting into it requires some strategic maneuvering, arms through the right way, gingerly positioning and settling everything into place...

But the feeling of relief is immediate as the actual support distributes weight in the way that the human form does not. The band sits exactly where it should I roll my shoulders experimentally and bounce slightly on my toes.

Nothing shifts or protests the motions. For someone my bust size, this is a sort of technological engineering approaching a feeling of magic. A lot closer to how it feels when I’ve started a partial shift than the unwieldy wobble.

Or the specialized weaves and designs of the spider shifters... who are quite the natural architectural engineers themselves, especially our royal tailor. I just stand there for a while, with a feeling that I didn’t realize I was missing so much.

The other two are similar quality and function, but different cuts - one with a set of extra wide straps, and another with what I could only call a more ’flirty’ racerback design. All of them in neutral enough colors that would work under most outfits.

> Except maybe sheer white, but that’s not really my first choice anyway. Now... for the interesting part. Are you as ready as I am? <

My wolf huffs at me as I leap and nip at the spirit. In reality, I’m slipping back out of the sports bra and the panties I was wearing while reaching first for the bikini top. Holding it up to catch the light, the fox faces seem obvious enough from all angles as the fabric shifts.

It feels well-made too, as far as I can tell. Not like it is only some cheap novelty item. The strings are sturdy feeling to tug on and the lining material feels substantial, soft, and stretches similar to the outer colored fabric.

A pocket in the side of the cups seems to hold an extra bit of foam padding that is either for personal comfort or perhaps to further help the top keep its shape. Holding it up in front of me, the coverage seems as though it will be plenty reasonable while being far from prudish.

When I tie it in place and check myself in the mirror, I can’t help but smile uncontrollably as I see how it looks. Not the careful grins, smirks, and other expressions I’d practiced for all kinds of social situations... but freely pleased like I used to be when I was young.

The color complements my skin tone and hair beautifully and the playful fox design makes me look... a *bit* more youthful and approachable. Maybe even cute? Which is not a word I’ve often associated with myself - or with Helene.

Pulling up the bottoms, they sit at a nice height on my hips as I tie them snugly. Keeping them so loose that they may fall off would be unwise - the so called ’wardrobe malfunction’ waiting to happen.

I turn sideways, then the other way, checking the fit from different angles. Seeing how higher or lower points along my waist look while testing the stretch and fit of the material. Growing happier and happier with it all.

> This is just fun. Frivolous and fun and utterly without deeper meaning to buying it... except that it makes me feel good to wear it. <

I should find a way to thank Claire properly for this gift. Something chosen to hopefully be just as personal - with actual thought behind it rather than just reciprocating for the sake of it.

Admiring the little fox faces, I start taking pictures against the mirror. Even a few shots to see how the design looks from behind - which is admittedly much less interesting without their being an additional fox there.

"Only from the front can it be seen. A sort of enjoyment only capable face to face? Well, I guess they wouldn’t be looking at my face in those instances..."

But I still enjoy the way even the ’plain’ teal looks. The subtle difference in weight and profile compared to regular underwear that the swimwear has, when this body’s bottom is constrained inside it.

So much that the phone was still warm in my hand as I took yet another ’snap’ while contemplating if I should *do* anything with these pictures. Especially since I didn’t get any response last time... or so I had thought.

Thumb poised on the screen to take another as I posed, it suddenly chimes and vibrates in my hand with an incoming message. The preview shows it’s from Kyrie and I tap to open it fully without any delay.

My eyes widen so fast that my phone slips right out of my suddenly nerveless fingers.

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