Tales Of The Wand
#5 – Lisa?
by JMD & Alexandria

Lisa was pissed.

Now, she had to admit that, at first, she had found the fact that Chris had turned her into a satin nightie somewhat intriguing. Even exciting. And watching her husband fumbling around while he tried to figure out what he had done to her. That had been downright humorous. So, all and all, the situation hadn't proven to be all that terrible.

Of course, that was before she had been left in that situation.

She had been all set for her restoration as she watched Chris reach the wand toward her. She couldn't wait to share every detail of the experience with him. But that was when things took a bizarre turn.

Her first indication that something was wrong came when something heavy pressed down on top of her suddenly, blocking her vision. She couldn't tell what it was, or where it had come from. It just seemed to appear over her, as if it had materialized out of thin air. That was when she heard the voice…her voice. "Well," it said, "that was different."

Lisa couldn't believe what she was hearing. Who was this? And her confusion only grew when she heard Chris acknowledge the voice by asking if it was "okay". And then, the weight on top of her began to shift around a little, before being lifted away from her, and she got her first look at what was causing it. It was a human butt, obviously female.

No, it can't be, Lisa thought to herself. But she soon saw that it could, as the woman that had been sitting on her turned around to examine herself. There could be no doubt about it. The woman was an exact copy of Lisa. But how?

Lisa tried to reason it out, but what she saw happening above her made it hard. Still unable to move herself, she was forced to watch as her twin began to seduce her husband. And worse, Chris was responding to it. Surely, he could tell that this wasn't her. She had never been that forward…that wanton. But apparently, he didn't notice, as he left with this other woman, heading toward their bedroom. She wanted to cry out for them to stop, but had no mouth to do it with.

Without the couple to focus on, Lisa found herself looking at the rest of the now empty room. Something was different, but she couldn't figure out what it was. And then, it hit her. She was able to see more of it. Before the woman with her face had appeared, her bra had blocked a fair portion of her vision. But now, it seemed to be gone. Either her double's shifting around had moved it, she reasoned, or the mystery of the other woman's origin had been answered.

With her muffled hearing, she could now hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from the direction of her bedroom. Lisa's anger flared up again, and she wanted to jump up from the floor and put a stop to this strange nightmare. But she couldn't move at all. She was just an inanimate article of clothing now, and she began to wonder if she wasn't going to remain one for the rest of her existence. After all, from the sound of it, Chris seemed to be more than happy with her replacement.

Soon, the sounds from the other room reached a climatic pitch, followed by an intense silence. Lisa knew Chris. After a good screw, he always fell asleep. Herself, she liked to lay in the crock of his arm and listen to him snore afterwards. She wondered if that was what the other Lisa was doing now.

Unable to do much else, she began to think about how her new life was going to be. She was her own satin nightie now, so if the woman in bed with her husband was anything at all like her, she had a pretty good idea what it would be like. She would be spending the majority of her time carefully folded in her own lingerie drawer, along with her bras, panties and other "unmentionables".

Chris always seemed to get turned on by the sight of her in the little pink nightie. So, on those special occasions, when "Lisa" wanted to put Chris in the mood, she would be taken out and put on. Then, she would be paraded around in front of her husband until she was either removed and tossed aside, or just pushed up out of the way because Chris was in too much of a hurry to take her off completely.

The next morning, her new owner would take her into the bathroom, where she would be lightly hand-washed with a soft detergent. Next, she would be place on a cloth-covered hanger and left on the shower curtain rod to dry. Then, after being carefully folded again, it would be back to the lingerie drawer until the next time she was needed to get her husband's motor running.

The sound of the toilet flushing brought her back into the present. A few moments later, she saw herself come back into the living room. The woman bent down and picked up the wand, looking at it with a dreamy expression. Lisa wondered what was on the woman's mind. What plans did she have for that damned wand?

With an odd-looking smile, the woman bent again, this time reaching for the pile of clothes that Lisa was a part of. But she stopped as her eyes looked in Lisa's direction. Lisa could see the look of confusion on her own face, and knew what the woman had to be thinking. Lisa wanted to shout at her in anger. "That's right, bitch! It's you!" But, of course, she couldn't.

The woman reached out and pulled Lisa out of the rest of the clothes on the floor. She held her up for a second, looking her over intensely. She folded Lisa over her arm and bent back down. From the way she was hanging, Lisa could watch as the woman went through the pile carefully.

After a moment, she stood back up. "No bra," she said to herself, unaware that Lisa could hear her. She looked at the wand in her hand and the nightie across her arm, still not wanting to believe the evidence that was before her. But there could be no other way of explaining it. "Oh, shit!" she spit out, before heading for the bedroom. "Chris!"