The Inventor's Sister Returns
by JMD

"The whole day?" the inventor's sister shouted at her brother.

"I'm afraid so." her brother admitted.  "Sorry."

"God!" she said, stomping around the bedroom.  "How could you do that to me?  Do you want me to lose my job?"

"You can't lose your job," he protested.  "You're self-employed."

"I still have to answer to my clients," she countered.  "What am I supposed to tell them?  'Sorry I didn't work on your project yesterday.  I was busy holding up my brother's tits'."  She stopped, taking in the sight of his now braless chest through the t-shirt he was wearing.  "Why does my brother have tits?"

"Because I'm a woman," he replied.

"And why are you a woman?"  Before he could answer this time, she cut him off.  "Never mind.  I know why.  That insane wife of yours and her crazy magic."

"Witchcraft," he corrected automatically.  "But she didn't use that this time.  She used this."

His sister looked at the strange looking device he held out to her.  He'd been holding it ever since she'd woke up in his bedroom, but in her anger she'd ignored it.  Now, she reached out and took it from him.  It appeared to be a simple metal box with a light on one end.  It had a couple of knobs on it with a big red button in the middle.  "What is this?" she asked.

"That's my Linge-Ray," he answered proudly.

"This?" his sister spat out.  "This is the Linge-Ray.  This piece of junk is what turned me into a bra? How?"

"Well, you see," he started with a smile, "every living thing is surrounded by..."

She stopped him with a held up hand.  "You know what?"  Never mind how.  Why?"

"Why?" he repeated.

"Why would you want to turn me into a bra?" she clarified.

"I didn't want to turn you into a bra," he stated.

"Why would you want to turn ANYONE into a bra?" she hissed impatiently.

"I just wanted to see if it could be done," he answered.  Then he smiled.  "Pretty co..."

She pointed a finger at him.  "I swear to God," she intoned seriously.  "If you say the word 'cool', I'm going to beat you to death with this piece of junk."  At his hurt expression, she sighed.  "Look, bud," she said softer, "I just don't get it.  Okay?  I mean you were on track for a good career before she came along and got you caught up in this crazy transformation nonsense."

"That's just it," he argued.  "She didn't get me 'caught up' in anything.  I've always fantasized about it.  She just showed me that it might actually be possible."

"Sure," she countered.  "With magic."  She threw her hand up to stop him.  "Witchcraft," she corrected herself this time.  She realized he was smiling at her.  "What?"

"Clarke's third law," he told her.  "Any sufficiently advanced technology..."

"...is indistinguishable from magic," she finished with a crooked smile.  She shook her head and sat down on his bed.  "If you think I'm going to say that she might be more advanced than we are, you're crazier than she is."

He shrugged, sitting next to her.  "I don't know about advanced or not," he admitted.  "But it works for her.  You know that as well as I do."

His sister's eyes darkened.  "Don't remind me."

He cut his eyes over at her.  "Are you still mad about that?  She said she was sorry."

She met his eyes.  "It's not the type of thing you forgive easily."

"I guess not," he admitted.  "At least she doesn't get that drunk a lot."

"Once was more than enough for me," she agreed.  She stared down at the Linge-Ray in her lap.  "So, you're going to stick with this, then?"

"Until I figure it all out, yeah."

She sighed.  "And then what?"

"What do you mean?"

She looked at him in disbelief.  "Come on," she huffed.  "Surely there's more to this than just fooling around.  You've got to have a goal in mind.  What will this crap be good for?"

He shrugged.  "I honestly haven't thought that far ahead."  At her frustrated posture, he added, "I'll make you a deal.  I'll figure out how to make it work.  You figure out what it can be used for.  That was always more your area than mine anyway."

"No," she countered, "your area was always passing the buck."  He smiled at her and shrugged again.  She tried not to, but she smiled back.  "Okay," she told him, "I'll think about it a little.  But not too seriously.  Fair enough?"

He held out his hand to her.  "Deal."

She just looked at the hand until he dropped it into his lap.  "But you've got to tell me something."

"Okay."

"Of all the things you could have tried to turn someone into," she asked, "why did you start with women's underwear?"

He suddenly looked nervous and glanced past her.  She turned, but didn't see anything but the satin chemise that was actually her husband lying on the mattress beside her.  She looked back at her brother in confusion, but he just shrugged yet again.  "I had to start somewhere," he told her with a nervous smile.  "Right?"

She eyed him suspiciously.  It was obvious that he was hiding something, but she decided to let it go.  "Okay," she said instead, "just promise that you'll be careful with all this."

"Aren't I always?"

She narrowed her eyes at him.  "I feel the need to point out that you got turned into panties by a pair of panties that you turned into a woman.  And after that, thanks to your wife, you almost ended up sharing an existence as a bra with said woman."  She stopped and cocked an eyebrow at him.  "Whatever happened to her anyway?"

"Who?  The panties?"  She nodded and, once more, he shrugged.  "I don't know.  I guess she's back in the hamper downstairs."

After a moment's thought, it was his sister's turn to shrug.  "Okay.  My point is this.  If that is what you call being careful, then I don't want to see careless."

"Well," he said, leaning over and kissing her cheek, "that's why I've got you, sis.  You'll always look after me."

"Yup," she said, hugging his shoulder, "you owe me big time."  She leaned back.  "Remember that in a few minutes."

He turned to eye her suspiciously, but she just looked back at him innocently.  He started to say something, but was cut off by his wife coming into the bedroom.  

"Oh, how sweet," she smiled, taking in the sight of them sitting next to each other on the bed.  "Sisters making up," she joked.  "You know, you two look almost like twins now."

Her sister-in-law turned to look at her brother.  "Yeah," she admitted, "I guess we do."  She turned back to the towel-wrapped woman standing in the doorway.  "I hear that's because of you."

The younger woman smiled.  "Well, I pushed the buttons, but my honey there came up with the method."  She blew her husband a kiss.  "So, everything all worked out?"

"Not quite," the blonde on the bed said.  Without another word, she raised the Linge-Ray and pointed it at her brother's wife.  Pushing the red button, she released the beam.  It rushed across the room, hitting the other woman square in the chest.

The still wet redhead stared down at the glowing spot on her chest with wide eyes.  She looked back up at her sister-in-law, who smiled back at her.  "Oh, come on!" she shouted in frustration a second before she disappeared with a "pop".  A second later, a fresh pair of white bikini panties dropped to the floor in front of the open doorway.

"Hey!" the inventor shouted, jumping up from the bed and rushing over to where his wife laid crumpled on the floor.  He reached down and picked her up.  "What's the big idea?"

His sister shrugged.  "You owe me," she stated flatly.  "I owed her."

"For what?"

"For leaving me stuck as a bra," the woman answered.

"I told you," he insisted.  "That was my fault."

"No," his sister disagreed, getting up from the bed.  "You told me you didn't give her a chance to tell you that I was that bra this morning.  I got turned into that bra last night.  That means that SHE left me that way all night long.  Thus, still her fault."

Her brother considered her logic.  "I guess you could look at it that way."

"I could," she agreed.  "I do."

"So now what?" he asked.  "You going to wear her?"

"In a manner of speaking."  He looked at her in confusion.  "She'll be there, but I'm actually going to be wearing you."

"Me?"

"Yes," she told him, turning a couple of knobs on the Linge-Ray.  "You see, today you wore me and my husband as your bra.  Tomorrow, while I'm catching up on all the work I missed today, you and your panty wife are going to return the favor."  She aimed the device at him.  "After all, you said it yourself.  You owe me."

Any argument he could have made was cut off by his sister pressing the button on the Linge-Ray.  A second later, the device's beam struck him between his breasts, leaving a glowing spot there.  "Well, crap," he managed to say a second before he disappeared with a "pop".