The Inventor's New Job
by JMD

The first thing the inventor noticed when he turned back to normal was that he wasn't a woman anymore.  The second thing was that his wife's skirt that he was wearing wasn't made for his wider waist.  Popping two buttons, it began to fall down.  Catching it with one hand, he sighed.  "Damn.  I really liked this skirt, too."

"Really?"

He looked up to see his sister giving him a cocked eyebrow.  She stood in the doorway of his bedroom, still pointing the Linge-Ray at him.  He frowned at her.  "On her," he said defensively, waving the pair of panties he was holding in his other hand.

"Of course," his sister smiled.

"Why didn't you just turn me back as a woman?" he asked.

"Because," she answered, the smile fading, "I was tired of having a brother with bigger tits than I have."

He considered that.  "You know, I'm working on something downstairs..."

"Finish that sentence," she said, aiming his own invention at him, "and you'll be spending the rest of the night in the washing machine."

"Sorry," he said quickly.  He gave the panties another wave.  "So, how about..."

"She can wait," his sister cut him off.

"Come on," her brother pleaded.

"She can wait," she said again.

"Why?"

"Because, for one thing, I have plans for tonight," she answered, "and they don't involve your fish pond.  Second, you and I need to have a talk."

"We do?" he asked.

"We do," she confirmed, nodding toward the bed.  "Have a seat."

Cautiously, he went over and sat on the mattress.  "So, how'd you like it?" he asked.

"Like what?" she said, coming over to sit beside him.

"Wearing us," he answered.

"Ah," she nodded, setting the Linge-Ray down beside her.  "Can't say."

He cocked his eye at her.  "Why not?"

"Because it didn't happen."  Before he could ask she went on.  "I was going to.  I really was.  But when it was time to actually..."  She shrugged.  "It was just too creepy to think that my little brother would be...  So, I wore one of my own bras and the two of you spent the day in my drawer with the rest of my underwear."

"I guess I can understand that," he admitted.  "When I found out that it had been you that was holding my..."  He stopped at the image.  "Yeah, it creeped me out a bit, too."  He turned back to look at her.  "But only because you're my sister.  I don't think I'd have had any trouble wearing her."  He gave the panties another wave.

His sister nodded.  "I could see that," she told him.  "After all..."  She stopped, biting her lip.

He eyed her for a minute before getting it.  "You're..." he started, his eyes growing wide.  "You're wearing him?"

"I am."

"Now?"

She nodded.

"As what?"

"None of your business," she answered flatly.

He nodded.  "Fair enough.  The important thing is that he told you," he explained.  After a pause, he added, "And that you accepted it."  He paused again.  "You HAVE accepted it, right?"

"Well, I AM wearing him," she answered.  She took a breath before continuing.  "I don't know if 'accepted' is the right word.  But I do understand it."  She smiled.  "After all, you guys aren't the only one with fantasies, you know?"  She took a moment to enjoy his uncomfortable squirming.  "Which brings us to what I want to talk to you about."

"Your fantasies?" he asked, the squirming increasing.

"NO!" she shouted, doing some squirming of her own.  "Not mine.  His."

"Oh," he said, confusion on his face.  "I thought I'd already taken care of his."

"To a point," she admitted.  "But there's still work to be done."

He nodded.  "The unawareness issue."

"Exactly," she agreed.  "Hard to enjoy a fantasy when you don't remember it."  She smiled to herself.  "Though, we did come up with a work around that helped some."

"You did?"

"We did," she nodded.  "And if I'm being fair, I guess I have to admit that I owe the underwear you're holding there for the idea.  She's the one that discovered that this thing of yours could do more than turn people into lingerie, after all."

The inventor looked down at the panties he was holding.  "What..." he wondered.  Then, he got it.  "Oh, you mean how she used it to turn me into a woman."  

His sister nodded at him.  

"You did that to him?"  

She nodded again.  

"But who did..."  He stopped as she started to smile.  "YOU?  You let him use the Linge-Ray on you?"

Her smile turned into a grin.  "Little brother," she laughed, "if I had to guess, I'd say that I was everything you've got programmed into that thing at one time or another last night."

"And you're okay with that?" he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

She blushed slightly.  "Considering how... excited... he was when he finished playing..."  She took a heavy breath and grinned.  "Let's just say that if it's going to be that good every time, he can wear me as whatever he wants and leave it at that."

"Uh..." her brother stammered.  "Okay..."

"But enough about my sex life," she said, cutting him off.  "Time to discuss my offer."

"What offer?" he asked.

"To help."

"Help?" he repeated.  "Help with what?"

"With this," she answered, picking up the Linge-Ray, "and any of your other crazy experiments.  Starting with that whole unawareness issue.  I'll help you figure it out."  She paused a beat, then added, "On one condition."

He eyed her suspiciously.  "You will?"

"On one condition," she said again.

"Uh-huh," he said, still suspicious.  "What condition?"

"You have to come and work for me," she stated.  "At my company."

His shock was obvious.  "Seriously?  Me?"

"Bub," she told him, "you've created a device that can turn living people into inanimate objects.  That's a pretty impressive bit of engineering right there."  She tweaked him on the nose.  "I'd be a fool to let someone of your caliber slip through my fingers."

"Yeah?" he said sarcastically.  "You didn't seem to feel that way yesterday."

She shrugged.  "A lot's happened since then, hasn't it?"  She didn't give him a chance to answer.  "Okay, I admit it.  I used to think you were crazy.  Wasting your obvious talent on chasing fantasies that just couldn't be realized."  She stopped, looking down at her pantyhose-covered legs with a smile.  "Well, obviously I was wrong about that, huh?  So, let me make it up to you."

"By making me more like you?" he scoffed, though he did it with a smile.

"Let's call it 'meeting in the middle'," she countered.  "You give me eight hours of being like me, and I'll be more like you the rest of the time."

He thought about it.  "I'm not sure which of those scares me more," he said with a smile.

"That makes two of us," she admitted.  "So, how about it?"

"Well," he answered, "it can't hurt to try, right?"

"Famous last words," she said, standing up.  "Okay, you start Monday.  You can ride with me if you want."

"And you?" he asked, with a mischievous smile.

"Me, what?"

His smile widened.  "When do you start?"

"As soon as I get home," she said without hesitation.  "I'm going to spend the whole weekend trying..."  She looked for the right words.  "...different stuff."  She turned and headed for the bedroom door, taking the Linge-Ray with her.

He smiled after her.  "Who knows?  Maybe you'll get lucky."

She stopped and turned back.  "Counting on it," she grinned, giving him a wink.  She went out the door.  "By the way," she called back from the hall, "don't even think about disturbing my 'experiments'."  She stuck her head back into the doorway.  "I've got a washing machine at my house, too, you know."

"Understood," he said, giving her a thumbs up.

"See you Monday," she said, disappearing again.  Moments later, he heard the front door of the house closing.

The inventor leaned backwards onto the mattress.  "What have I done?" he wondered out loud.  Bringing his hand up to his face, he felt something soft and silky rubbing against his skin.  Pulling the hand away, he realized that he was still holding the pair of panties.  Leaping to his feet, he rushed through the house and threw open the front door.  "Sis!" he called out.  "Wait a..."

He stopped as he saw the door to his sister's house closing behind her.  He sighed, looking down at the panties in his hand.  "Well, crap!"