The Inventor's Brother-In-Law's Fantasy
by JMD

The inventor's sister laid on her back catching her breath.  After a couple of minutes, she smiled.  "Okay," she said breathily.  "You're...  You're forgiven."

Next to her, her husband cocked an eye at her.  "Forgiven?" he repeated.  "For what?"

"I don't know," she admitted, turning onto her side and resting her head on her hand.  "But you just spent the better part of two hours doing all my favorite things.  ALL of them.  So, I figure you must have done something REALLY bad."

He fell over onto his back and laughed.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Sweetheart," he answered, staring up at the ceiling. "it's not what I did.  It's what you did."

She looked back at him in confusion.  "Me?  What did I do?"

"You turned into a chemise," he told her.

"What?"

He rolled back to her.  "That Linge-Ray thing calls it a slip," he explained, "but what you actually turned into was a chemise."  He gave her a faux critical look.  "I would have thought a genius like you would have known the difference."

She eyed him carefully.  "Should I be worried that YOU do?"

He didn't answer right away.  Instead, he looked back at her in serious thought.  Finally, he nodded.  "Let's find out," he said, sitting up in the bed.  He grabbed her blouse off the lamp where it had ended up when she'd tossed it away earlier.  "Here," he said handing it to her.  He grabbed his boxers off the floor and slipped them on.  "Come with me."

"Where are we going?" she asked, buttoning up just enough to keep the blouse closed.

He picked up the Linge-Ray from the table, then held out his other hand to her.  "You'll see."

Without another word, he led her down the hall to his office.  He guided her over to his desk and sat her down in his chair.  He placed the Linge-Ray onto the desk and turned on his computer.

"This has to do with what you said earlier," his wife commented.  "About me peeking at your work computer?"

"It does," he confirmed, as he typed in his password.  As the computer booted, he sat in his client chair, turning her to face him.  "Okay, before we go any further, I need a promise from you.  I need you to promise that you'll let me explain completely... com-plete-ly... before you lay into me.  Can you do that for me?"

She eyed him suspiciously, but nodded.  "I can try," she agreed.

"Close enough," he accepted.  He turned her chair back to the computer.  He rolled his own chair closer.  Reaching for the mouse, he used it to pick an icon off the screen.  "Okay," he said softly, "here we go."

He clicked the icon, and she watched as the computer connected to the internet.  It brought up a website that featured a bunch of small thumbnail pictures on the front page.  She looked closer to see that each picture featured women, most dressed in some form of lingerie.  "What is this?" she asked.  "Porn?"

"Not exactly," he hedged.  "Click on a picture.  That one in the upper right corner is a good one."

She did as he instructed, and the picture expanded to fill the screen.  Now, she could see that the picture had writing next to it.  She read it, then turned to him sharply.  "This is a story about a witch turning her ex-lover into her underwear," she spat out.  "What the..."

He stopped her with a raised finger.  "You promised," he reminded her.

She started to protest, but realized he was right.  So, she turned back and clicked on a couple more pictures.  Both were accompanied by stories.  In one, a woman used a magic spell to turn her rival for a man's affection into a pair of boxer shorts to give to him as a present.  The other was about a man who accidentally turned into a dress and is worn by his wife to a party.  "What is this?" she asked without looking away from the screen.

"It's a fetish site," he told her.

She turned this time.  "Fetish?"

He cocked an eye at her.  "I don't have to tell you what a fetish is, do I?"  She glared back at him, and he went on.  "Anyway, this one is devoted to clothing TF."

"TF?" she asked.

"Transformation," he explained.

She turned back to the screen.  "This is all about people turning into clothes?"

"It is."

"And worn?" she added.

"Yes."

"And you're into this?"

He waited a beat before answering.  "I am."

She turned and looked him directly in the eye.  "Why?"

He sat back in the chair and smiled.  "I knew you were going to ask that," he said.  "And I really wish I could give you a better answer.  But to be perfectly honest, I don't really know.  I just am."

"Well, that's not good enough," she told him.

"I know," he admitted.  "Don't you think I've wondered about it myself?  I've read different opinions on various forums over the years that have come up with one theory or another.  'It's a form of bondage.'  Or 'It's wanting to be the most intimate thing you can be for your lover.'  And I guess maybe there's some of that.  But nothing I've read really nails it down for me.  I just like it, and that's that."

"Years?" she said.

"What?" he asked, caught off guard.

"You said 'years'," she explained.  "How long have you been...?"  She let it trail off.

He smiled again.  "This way?" he finished for her.  She gave him an uncomfortable nod.  "As long as I can remember, I've been interested in the idea of people being turned into other things.  I loved reading stories about the Greek gods and the stuff they did.  But even then, it wasn't the animal transformations that interested me the most.  It was when they would turn someone into a statue or a tree that really got my attention."

She cocked an eye at him.  "I could be wrong," she commented, "but I don't remember Zeus ever turning some guy into a toga."

He nodded in agreement.  "Nope," he admitted.

"So...?"

He thought for a second.  "When I was about thirteen or so, I read this story in a book.  It was about a young witch that caught her boyfriend cheating on her.  She drank this magic potion with the intent of turning herself into an animal and killing him.  Only, through a careless mistake, she actually ended up turning herself into a bikini."

"A bikini?"

"Yeah," he went on.  "The story ends with the witch being worn by her rival as she and the boyfriend headed out to the beach."  He seemed lost in memory for a second, then recovered.  "Anyway, when I read that story, something just... clicked.  And I've been into clothing TF's ever since."

She gave some thought to everything he'd told her.  "And you never told me."

Now, he looked embarrassed.  "No," he admitted.  "I didn't."

"Why not?"

He took a long time to answer.  "I don't know," he finally said.  "I guess I just didn't see the point.  I mean, it's not like a typical sexual fantasy, is it?  Not like the naughty nurse or something like that.  How were we going to roleplay me being your bra.  Or your panties?"  He looked past her to where the Linge-Ray sat on his desk.  "I guess that answers that, huh?"

She followed his look.  Seeing the device, she turned back to him with narrowed eyes.  "But you told him?" she scolded.

"No," he stated defensively.  "I did not."

"You expect me to believe that this is a coincidence?" she argued.  "He had to know."

"I'm sure he did," he agreed, "but I didn't tell him."

"Then how?"

He breathed out heavily.  "About a month or so ago," he told her, "I was on that site when he came over unannounced.  Didn't knock or anything.  He just walked in on me.  I thought I managed to hide it quick enough and he didn't see anything.  Apparently I was wrong."

She looked back at the site on the computer screen.  "All he would have had to do is google the name of the site," she reasoned out loud.  "It's right there in big letters."

"I guess that's it, then," he agreed.  "I swear, I would not have told him before I told you."

She considered that, looking out the office door toward her bedroom.  After a moment, she smiled.  "You little..." she said softly.  She looked back up at her husband.  "You know," she told him, "my brother can be a real pain in the ass.  But every now and then, he does something... right."

"What do you mean?"

"This," she said, picking up the Linge-Ray.  "He did this for you.  And I guess, in a way, for me, too."  She watched his reaction before going on.  "So, how was it?"

"A bit disappointing, actually," he answered right away.

The answer surprised her. "How so?"

This time he took a second to get his thoughts together.  "I don't remember any of it," he explained.  "Not one second.  I mean, the very idea that I was a chemise for two days?  That's like a dream come true."  He sighed.  "But what's the use of becoming a chemise if you don't get to enjoy the experience?"  He looked at her hopefully.  "How about when you?  Did you feel anything."

She shook her head in reply.  "Nothing," she confirmed.  "Neither time."

"Neither time?" he repeated in confusion.

She waved him off.  "I'll tell you later.  Right now, we need to figure out a way to let you enjoy your fantasy."  She sat back and thought about it seriously.  Knowing better than to interrupt her when she got like this, he waited patiently.  Finally, her face brightened.  "How about when you used it on me?"

"That..." he started, breaking into a grin.  "That was amazing.  To hold that piece of satin in my hands, knowing that it was really a person.  And not just any person, but the person I loved more than anyone else in the world."  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"What if you actually wore the other person?" she asked.

He grinned at the question.  "Now that..."  He stopped, his eye opening wide.  "Are you suggesting...?"

"I am" she answered without hesitation.  She reached forward and place her hand on his knee.  "Look," she said softly,  "the way I see it, you've been giving me my fantasies for a while now.  Hell, over the last couple of hours, you've given me all of them.  A few  twice."  She took a breath.  "The least I can do is give you yours in return."

He looked at her with a surprised expression.  "You're serious?"

"I am," she answered.

He wait for a second, then smiled.  "Well, I appreciate that, Sweetheart," he told her.  "I really do."  He nodded at the device in her lap.  "But I didn't really see much on there that I'd look good in."

It was her turn to smile.  "Mister," she said, "have I got a surprise for you?"  And before he could ask what, she aimed the Linge-Ray at him and pushed the button.

The beam shot out and hit him square in the chest.  He watched the glow before turning back to his wife.  "What..."  And then with a "pop", he vanished.  A second later, with another "pop", he was back to being what he was before.

"You're right," she joked.  "It IS a chemise."  

She quickly made a couple of adjustments on the device.  Aiming it at the undergarment in the chair, she pushed the button again.  A couple of "pops" and her husband was human once again.  He started to scold her, but the extra weight on his chest brought him up short.  Looking down, he took in the naked breasts he was sporting.  He looked back up at his wife.

"Surprise!" she grinned.

"I'm a woman," he said.

She nodded.  "An unexpected benefit of my brother's engineering," she explained.  "Completely reversible."

"But...  I'm a woman."

"Yes," she agreed.  "You are."  She waited a beat, then added, "And you really should get some clothes on."  She held out the Linge-Ray to him.

He took it from her with a confused expression.  Then, he got it.  He looked his wife directly in the eye.  "You're sure about this?"

"Never surer."  She sat back in her chair and held her hands out in surrender.  "Have fun."

He held her eyes for a second more, then turned to the device in his hands.  He looked over the list of choices, making a few adjustments.  "What do you want to be?" he asked.

She shrugged.  "You're the mad scientist," she told him with a flirtatious wink.  "I'm just the helpless victim."

The image made him grin.  "Yes," he oozed, giving his voice a menacing tone.  "Yes, you are."  And without another word, he aimed the device and pushed the button.