The Inventor's New Perspective
by JMD

"You want to get that, Honey?" the inventor's wife asked after the alarm had been ringing for almost a full minute.  Then, she remembered.  "Oh, right.  You can't."

Rolling over to her husband's side of the bed, she reached out and slapped the off button on the clock.  With a sigh, she flopped down onto her back, resting her head comfortably on her pillow.  Casually, she ran her hand over the simple white pair of bikini panties that she wore.

And smiled.

She picked her head up and looked down between her breasts.  "How's it going down there, Honey?" she asked.  "Enjoying yourself?  I know I am."  When she didn't get a reply, she curled her lip into a disappointed expression.  "This one-sided conversation, on the other hand...  That's getting rather old."

With a final stretch, she swung her legs off the bed and sat up.  She smiled once more at the panties that were her husband before looking around their bedroom.  She spotted the white bra hanging from the knob of her closet.  Once more, she considered actually trying it on, but again she rejected the idea.  She figured she was probably in enough trouble with her sister-in-law for leaving the woman trapped that way over night.  

"I'll get you two squared away in a little bit," she called across to the bra.  "But first..."  She glanced to her bedside table.  The Linge-Ray sat right where she'd left it the night before.  "First," she said again, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the panties, "it's your brother's turn."

She stood and slid the panties down her legs, letting them drop to the floor at her feet.  Stepping out, she bent down and hooked them with her finger.  Straightening, she held them up for one last inspection.  Still, nothing gave any indication that the panties were anything but normal underwear.  She smiled.  "You do good work, Honey," she commented before tossing the panties onto her bed.

Turning at the waist, she retrieved the Linge-Ray from the table.  "Now, let's see how this thing works."  She looked over the controls.  "Seems easy enough," she nodded, flipping a switch.  "Just change it from 'lingerie' to 'human'..."  She turned another knob.  "And set it for..."  She stopped as a thought came to her.  After a second, she smiled.  "Why not?" she asked herself.  With a twist, she turned the knob back to its original position.

She pointed the bulb on the end of the device at the panties on the bed.  Without comment, she pushed the red button and the laser-light shot forth, striking the empty panties.  They glowed softly for a second before they disappeared with a "pop".  A second later, with a second "pop", the inventor was lying on his back in their place, still wearing the clothes he'd had on at the time of his transformation.

Looking around in confusion, the first thing he spotted was his naked wife standing over him.  "Welcome back, Honey," she greeted.

"Hey your..."  He stopped at the sound of his voice.  "...self?"  He looked down his body, bringing his hands up to cup the two firm mounds on his chest.  "Uh, Sweetheart," he asked, looking up at his grinning wife.  "Why do I have boobs?"

"Pretty cool, huh?" she said with a grin.

He played with his new chest for a couple more seconds.  "Actually," he admitted with a lopsided grin, "yeah."  Forcing himself to let go, he turned to look back at her.  "Again, though.  Why?"

She turned and flopped down on the mattress beside him.  "Let's just say I thought you could use a new perspective."

Noting the new weight on his chest, he sat up.  "Perspective?" he repeated.

"Yeah," his wife nodded, holding out the Linge-Ray.  "I mean, you've created a device that can turn people into ladies underwear, right?"  He just nodded in reply.  "Well, I just thought you should be able to enjoy the fruits of your labors."

"I see," he said in a suspicious tone.  "So, you turned me into a woman so that I could wear women's clothes."

"Exactly."

"And this had nothing to do with you taking advantage of my situation," he accused.  Before she could answer, he cut her off.  "Because you know, I don't have to be a woman to do that, right?"

She scrunched her face up.  "Nooo," she admitted.  "But it would be a whole lot more fun... and a lot less creepy... this way."

He gave her a shocked expression.  "Sweetheart!" he spat out jokingly.  "I had no idea you were so intolerant."  Then, he smiled.  "Sorry.  Couldn't resist."  He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss.  "Besides," he added, pulling back, "this is still better than being trapped as a pair of panties.  What happened to her anyway?"

"My panties?"

"Yeah."

His wife just smiled.  "She's not an issue anymore."

"Good," he said.  "Because I got the impression she wanted to hang around."  He looked over as the redhead beside him stifled a laugh.  "Something funny?"

"A little," she nodded, but didn't elaborate.   Instead, she asked, "So, how was it?"

"Being panties?"  She nodded.  "A bit..."  He searched for the right word.  "...disappointing.  Did you wear me?"

She cocked her head at him.  "You couldn't tell?"

"No," he sighed.  "After she hit me with the ray, I went blind and deaf.  Couldn't see or hear a thing.  I could feel for a little bit, but after about a minute, even that went away.  How long was I stuck?"

She glanced at the clock.  "About fifteen hours or so, I guess."

"That long?"

She nodded.  "Why?"

"Like I said," he explained, "after the first minute or so, I felt nothing.  It was like I just faded away.  The next thing I was aware of was waking up with tits."

"Yeah," she said with a nod.  "That would disappoint me, too."  She looked down at the Linge-Ray in her lap.  "I guess it needs a bit more work, then."

"A little," he agreed, taking it from her.  "But I'm close."  He thought about it for a second, before turning back to his wife.  "So, how long am I staying like this?"  He nodded down to his breasts.

"Well," she smiled back, "I was thinking..."

"Uh-huh."

"It's my day off," she went on.

"Okay."

"I just thought we could spend the day together," she told him.

"Together?" he repeated.

"Yeah," she answered.

"Just a couple of girls hanging out?"

"Yeah," she grinned.  

He gave her a suspicious look.  "And that's all?"

"Of course," she answered innocently.

He thought for a second before answering.  "Okay," he nodded.  "Let's do it."

"Yay!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him and giving him a big kiss.  Jumping to her feet, she rushed over to her dresser.  "Let me get you some underwear."

"Why?" he asked, looking after her.

She turned back to him.  "Why?  Because there's no way I'm hanging out with you dressed like that.  That's why?"  She turned back to the dresser and opened her underwear drawer.  "Now, let's see..."  Then, she remembered something.  "Oh, by the way," she said, turning to point toward her closet, "that bra..."

She stopped as a laser-light beam struck her between her naked breasts.  After a second, the spot began to glow softly.  She looked up to see her husband pointing the Linge-Ray in her direction with a devious grin.  "Well, crap," she said as she disappeared with a "pop".  A second later, a pair of white bikini panties appeared in her place, dropping to the floor.

Setting the Linge-Ray aside, the inventor got up from the bed.  "No, Sweetheart," he said, walking over and picking up the panties.  "I meant why do I need you to get me some underwear.  I'm perfectly capable of getting my own."  He inspected the underwear carefully, looking for any sign of his wife.  

"Now, don't get mad," he said to them.  "You're the one that turned me into a woman.  You had to know that this was going to happen eventually."  He used his hip to close the drawer.  "After all," he said, moving back over to the bed, "you're not the only one that can take advantage of a situation, you know.  And don't worry.  We'll still be spending the day together.  Just not the way you expected."

He set the panties down next to the Linge-Ray.  "Now," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head, "this isn't all just fun and games.  You were right.  I need a new perspective.  Yours, in fact.  As a witch, the Linge-Ray might work differently for you.  So, I'll just leave you like this for a while, then change you back to see if you remember any of it."

He reached to undo his pants, but stopped as his naked breasts swung loose.  He sighed, with an uncomfortable expression.  "You know, I used to wonder why you girls would want to trap your boobs in something as uncomfortable looking as a bra.  But now that I've got a pair of my own..."  

His eyes turned to look at the bra hanging on the closet door.  "What were you going to tell me about this?" he asked, going over to take it off its hanger.  "That it would fit me, maybe?"  He held it up to his chest.  "Well," he reasoned, undoing the hooks, "I guess there's only one way to find out."