Til You Made Me Mad (Part 1)
by JMD & dkfenger

Cyndi stepped back and admired her reflection in the mirror.  She was wearing a copper-colored strapless velvet dress that left her knees bare.  A slit on the right side revealed a fair amount of thigh, as well.  A pair of Mrs. P's stiletto heels finished the look.  She turned a few times, making sure everything looked right.  Then, with a nod, she faced the mirror again.

"Store."  The mirror shimmered as it copied her look into its database.  "And just like that, I'm ready for New Year's Eve."

"Yay for you," came the reply from her dress.

Cyndi looked down.  "Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?"

"No," Lynda fired back.  "You detect full on grumpiness.  How much longer is this going to take?"

"Hey, it's only been..."  She looked at the clock.  "...three hours?"

"It's been five."

"Really?"  She smiled.  "I guess time DOES fly when you're having fun."

"Yeah.  And it really CRAWLS when you're not."

Cyndi just shook her head.  "You know," she said, reaching down to pull off the heels, "I thought you'd appreciate me doing this.  I mean, the more outfits I store now, the less I'll need you for later.  Right?"

"Maybe," Lynda admitted.  "But it's the here and now that I'm more concerned with.  So, again, how much longer?"

Cyndi picked up the tablet from Lynda's parents' bed.  "Well," she said, scrolling, "it could be a while.  I'm just about done with everything that I can do with just you.  I've still got to see about outfits that will require using something else to complete the look."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she explained, "I can only change you into one thing at a time.  That's cool for things like catsuits and dresses.  But to make two- or three-piece outfits, I'm going to have to use other stuff to create the other parts."

"And how will that work exactly?"

Cyndi looked down at her.  "Come on, Lynda," she scolded.  "You're not new to this.  I change you into a pair of jeans or what not, pop you into a pillowcase or something, change it... and you... into something, then change my top into the other piece."

"Oh, right."  She paused for a second.  "Couldn't you do all that and just leave me out of it?"

"Could," Cyndi agreed.  "Don't want to.  I like using you as my clothes.  You know that."

"True," Lynda admitted.  "Honestly, I'm still surprised that you didn't wear me to that dance last night."

"Promised I wouldn't," Cyndi stated, distractedly scrolling through the tablet.  "And a promise is a promise."  She looked up at the sudden growl that Lynda sent over their connection.  "Uh... problem?"

"Not with you," Lynda answered with an angry edge in her voice.  "With promises."

"I don't get it."

"Mom," Lynda explained.  "When she called last night.  I wanted her to give me some way to fix this mess I got us into."

"Don't rush on my account," Cyndi whispered without looking up from the tablet.

If Lynda heard her comment, she decided to ignore it.  "But is that what I got?  NOOO!  What I get is another lecture on being careless with magic."  Her voice changed into what Cyndi had to admit was a spot-on impersonation of her mother.  "Remember, Lynda.  Promises have power.  ALL promises." She sighed before returning to her own voice.  "How is that helpful?"

“I don’t know,” Cyndi admitted with a casual shrug.  “Maybe…”  She stopped suddenly.  “Hold the phone!” she exclaimed.

“What?” Lynda asked, excited that her friend might have thought of something she had missed in her mom’s comment.

“What was I thinking?” her friend answered.  She turned the tablet to the mirror so her dress could see what it showed.  “This is a much better dress for New Year’s than the one you are right now.”

Lynda sighed in frustration.  “Of course,” she said, wishing she had a head to shake.

“What’s your problem?”

“My problem,” Lynda said through clenched teeth she didn’t currently possess, “is that I’ve gotten us into a pretty serious situation here, and you are more interested in enhancing your wardrobe than helping me find a solution.”

Cyndi sighed.  “I see,” she said, setting the tablet back on the bed.  “So, maybe you’d like to take a break, then.”

“That would be nice, yeah.”

“No problem.”  She turned back to the mirror, striking a pose.  “Accept.”

“Oh, you be…”  Lynda’s voice cut off as, with a shimmer, the mirror worked its magic.

“Better?” Cyndi asked, not really expecting a response.  “I’ll take that as a yes, then,” she added when she didn’t get one.  Turning back to the bed, she retrieved the tablet.  “Now, where was I?”

~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~

“…itch!”

“Welcome back,” Cyndi said, taking off the latest pair of borrowed shoes.  “Enjoy your nap?”

Lynda didn’t answer right away, taking a moment to get her bearings.  “How long?” she finally asked when she noticed that the sun was no longer coming through her mom’s bedroom window.

“Not sure,” Cyndi admitted, replacing the shoes in the closet.  “A while.”

“What time is it?”

Cyndi glanced at the clock by the bed on the way out of the room.  “A little after eleven.”

“All day,” Lynda sighed.  “You left me like that all day.”

Cyndi smiled.  “Well, if it makes you feel any better, while I left you ‘turned off’ all day, you haven’t really been like this the whole time.”

“I’m not surprised.  So, I’m guessing you’ve got an outfit for any social situation all set up now?”

“More than one.  More than five actually.”  As she entered Lynda’s room, she used the ring to shift her friend’s form, the copper dress morphing into a white sleepshirt with a picture of Joan Jett playing guitar on the front.  “I’ve got to tell you, I’m pretty beat.  Designing clothes is exhausting work.”

“Poor thing,” Lynda said, her sarcasm obvious.  “So, off to bed, are we?”

“Not quite.”  She placed the tablet on Lynda’s desk.  “I’ve got a couple of things to show you first.”

“Like what?”

“Give me a second.”  Lifting Lynda’s hem, she hooked her fingers into the thong she was wearing under her friend.  Slipping it down her legs, she kicked it to one side.  “There.  Now, take a look.”  Turning to Lynda’s mirror, she grabbed the shirt again, lifting it up high enough to show off her naked body underneath.  “I’ve got nothing on now but you, right?”

“Okay.”

“Cool.  Now watch this.”  Using the ring, she changed Lynda again, turning the sleep shirt into a very tiny bikini.  “Ta-dah!” she shouted, throwing her arms up in triumph.

Lynda was quiet for a moment.  “So?”

“So?” Cyndi repeated.

“Yeah,” Lynda confirmed.  “So?  I mean, what’s the big deal? You've been changing me into…”  She stopped suddenly, and Cyndi smiled.  “Wait a minute.  I’m a bikini.”

“Yes, you are.”

“A bikini,” Lynda repeated.  “A two-piece.”

“That’s what most bikinis are, yeah.”

“But…  But the ring can’t do that.  It can only change one thing at a time.”

“Well, apparently, you’re wrong about that.  Because… Well…”

“I’m a bikini.”

“You’re a bikini.”

Lynda was quiet for a bit.  “How did you figure this out?”

“Accident,” Cyndi admitted.  “I was working through swimsuits and it really bugged me that I could only make you into one-pieces.  I actually said out loud that it was too bad I couldn’t make you into a bikini… and just like that, you changed.”

“That’s wild.  We’ve always thought it could only change one thing at a time.  I guess technically, that’s still the case.  I mean, you only used it to change one thing.  Me.  You just changed me into more than one thing.”

“Right.  And, if you really think about it, we’ve been doing it all along.”

“We have?”

“Sure,” Cyndi explained.  “I mean, yeah, if you turn me into panties, we think of it as one thing.  But it’s not really.  I’m mostly made of cotton, but there’s also elastic in there.  Maybe other stuff.  I’ve never really thought about it.  I’m just panties.  And even those tight ass leather pants I turned you into the other day had a metal zipper in them.”

“True,” Lynda agreed.  “But it was still part of the pants.  And the waistband is part of the panties.  I guess it’s possible that the ring sees a bikini as one swimsuit.  Yeah, that would explain it.”

“Really?” Cyndi asked with a grin.  “Then how do you explain this?”

Lynda felt herself change again.  She took in Cyndi’s reflection in the mirror and went silent.  After a bit, she said, “You mean…”

"Yep,” Cyndi told her.  “Top. Pencil skirt. Underwear. Pantyhose. Heels. It's all you. Even the jewelry."  With an evil smile, she tweaked her left breast.  "Including the nipple-ring."

“Okay, first off… eww!  Second… wow!”

“I know, right!”

“Okay.  I guess it CAN turn something into more than one thing at once,” Lynda relented.  “That must have made it a lot easier with your outfit creation.”

Cyndi frowned.  “It sure would have,” she huffed, “if I hadn’t waited to do swimsuits last.”  She brightened.  “But I was able to make you into quite the collection of tiny bikinis.”

“Lovely,” Lynda sighed, silently deciding that being a non-living dress might not have been so bad after all.  “So, what’s the other thing?”

Cyndi looked confused.  “Huh?”

“You said you had a COUPLE of things to show me.”

“Oh, right.”  She turned to the bed and retrieved a bag from it.  “I know you’ve been really stressed lately.  So, I bought you a little gift.”  She reached in and pulled something out.  With a showy gesture, she held it out for her friend to see.  “Ta-dah!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”

“This, my dear Lynda,” Cyndi told her with a wide grin, “is your new best friend.  Just the thing to take the edge off after a long day.”

“But I’ve already got one of those.”

“No, Sweetie,” Cyndi corrected.  “What you have is a Yugo.  This?  This is a Maserati!”

“Well, you can take it back.”

Cyndi’s face fell.  “Take it back?  Why?”

“Because I like my Yugo.”

“But…”

“It gets the job done,” she stated.  “And I know how to drive it.”  

Cyndi grinned.  “Yeah, but this will get you where you’re going a whole lot faster.”

“Well,” Lynda countered, “faster isn’t always better.”  Cyndi started to say something, but Lynda cut her off.  “Where did you get that thing anyway?”

“Same place we got your Yugo.”

Lynda took a moment to consider that.  “And how did you pay for it?”

“I used your credit card.”

“WHAT? HOW?  They know me there.”

Cyndi shrugged.  “Well, I might have gone there looking like you.”

“Like…”  She stopped.  “You used the mirror.”

“I did.  Though, after I used one of your presets, I just had to use the ring to change up your outfit a bit.  Hey, sidenote.  You look great in latex leggings.  If you don’t believe me, you can check it out later.  I saved it in the mirror for you.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Cyndi replied, either missing Lynda’s sarcasm, or ignoring it completely.

Lynda took a breath before going on.  “Look, I appreciate the gesture.  I really do.  But I don’t think that thing is for me.”

Cyndi curled her lip in disappointment.  “Really?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Well, crap,” Cyndi huffed, her shoulders drooping.  “And after I worked so hard to get that discount, too.”

“Discount?”

Cyndi brightened.  “Yup.  I managed to flirt this baby down to thirty percent off.”

“Flirt?”

Cyndi smiled proudly.  “What can I say?  It’s a gift.”

“You flirted with the sales clerk?”

“I did.”

“You flirted with the sales clerk,” Lynda repeated, adding, “while you looked like me?”

“I did,” Cyndi repeated proudly.  Then, she got it.  “Oh.”  Lynda’s scream was so loud in her head that she actually winced.  “Easy there, how about it?”

“EASY?  EASY?”

Cyndi swore she could feel her outfit vibrating.  “No?”

“NO!” Lynda shouted.  “I swear, Cyndi, if I could right now, I’d punch you right in the face.”

Cyndi smiled.  “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing for me that you can’t, huh?’  A second later, she found herself suddenly naked and a very angry looking Lynda standing in front of her.  “Oh,” she swallowed.  “I guess the weekend’s over.”

Instead of replying, Lynda just narrowed her eyes at her.  Balling her hand into a fist, she drew it back and let it fly.  Cyndi tried to raise her hands up to defend herself, but found herself unable to move at all.  So, Lynda’s fist caught her right in the nose.  

And her nose squeaked, as she was thrown backwards, though her feet seemed to remain rooted to the floor.  Almost immediately, she found herself rocking back up.  She got there just in time to get another punch in the nose that sent her back again with another squeak.  Again, she rocked back up, and again she took one on the nose.  

This time when she rocked back up, after swinging around a bit, she came to a stop.  “Feel better?” she said, immediately regretting it as the comment earned her another punch.

Lynda waited for the “Punching Cyndi” blow up she had made to come to a stop again.  “Want another?” she asked darkly.  

“I’m good,” Cyndi answered quietly.  “You?”

“Not even close.  What were you thinking, Cyndi?  What if that guy knows Milo?  Did you think about that?”

“Not really, no.  WHOA!”  When she stopped rocking this time, she added, “Hey!  You know thinking isn’t really my thing.  What was it they called me in school?  Oh, right.  ‘Cyndi the Airhead’.”  She giggled.  “I guess I can’t argue with that anymore, huh?  Ah, crap!”  With another punch, she rocked back.

“You think this is funny?”

“Not so much anymore, no,” Cyndi admitted as she rocked to a stop.  “Can I go back to being your panties now?”

“I don’t think so,” Lynda told her.  “I’ve got another idea.”  She reached out and spun the blow up around.  

Cyndi felt a tug at the back of her head.  “What was that?” she asked.

“That was me helping you with that airhead problem,” Lynda replied.

“Huh?  What does tha…”  Cyndi realized that her head was starting to droop.  “Oh, you didn’t.”

“I did.”  

“Well, that was just…  Tell you what, Lynda.  Why don’t you just kiss…”  

Lynda didn’t hear whatever it was that Cyndi wanted her to kiss as she removed her bracelet and left her alone to deflate onto the bedroom floor.

~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~

In the morning, Lynda left Cyndi an empty pile of rubber on the floor as she got ready for class.  She even “casually” stepped on her a few times just for good measure.  At no point, did she even consider putting on the communication bracelet.  As she headed out the door, she thought about at least turning Cyndi back into panties.  But, in the end, she decided to just let her stew on the floor for the day.

When she got home that afternoon, she went up to her room.  She stood over her deflated friend and reached down, intending to pick her up.  But as she did, she spotted the new sex toy Cyndi had bought lying on the floor a little to her left.  Apparently, the girl must have dropped it before her transformation into a punching toy.  Curious, Lynda picked it up instead of the deflated Cyndi.

The first thing she noticed was how much heavier this toy was than her old simple one.  The second was the rounded end.  She wondered how that worked.  Surely, it didn’t rotate.  To find out, she pushed the ON switch.  “Whoa!” she shouted, surprised by the heavy vibration the thing gave off.  Quickly, she switched it back off.   Nervously, she looked between the now silenced device and her clothed crotch.  After a moment, she shook her head.  “Uh, no,” she said to herself.  “I don’t think so.”

Turning to look at her desk, she spotted the bag Cyndi had brought the toy home in.  Grabbing it she looked inside.  “Yes!” she said when she spotted the receipt inside.  Placing the toy in with it, she headed out of the bedroom, again walking over the flattened form of her best friend.

A little over an hour later, she was back, still carrying the bag, which she tossed angrily back onto the desk.  Turning, she reached down and lifted Cyndi up by her deflated head.

“Well, the bad news is that they wouldn’t take it back,” she announced into the painted face of her friend.  “You just had to open it, didn’t you?  ‘How do we know it hasn’t been used?’  And even though I assured them that I hadn’t… and WOULDN’T… use that monster, that wasn’t good enough.  ‘And what about Cyndi?’.”  She sighed before going on.  “I had no choice but to admit that I couldn’t say for sure since I was… away most of the day yesterday.”

She sat on the bed.  “Which brings us to the… sorta… good news.  We don’t have to worry about them thinking it was me that bought it anymore.  Apparently, the clerk… Chad… worked with you at the magic shop last year.  He recognized your mannerisms and… since the mirror changes just your appearance… your voice.  He also remembered how obsessed you were with me when you were working there, so I guess he wasn’t surprised when you showed up looking like me.”

She seemed to think some more about that.  “In fact, he seemed to accept it a little TOO much.  When I told him about being away, he just nodded and said the weirdest thing.  What the hell is a skinsuit anyway?”

Shaking it off, she got up and walked back over to the desk.  “Anyway, at least I don’t have that to worry about anymore.”  Her expression darkened.  “Doesn’t mean I’m any less mad at you.  Especially after I saw how much you paid for that thing.  So, I think you’ll be staying this way for a bit longer.”  She wondered briefly if, since she wasn’t wearing her bracelet, Cyndi could even see or hear anything.  Just in case she could, she stuck her tongue out at her before shaping her empty friend into a tight ball and stuffing her into the wastebasket next to her desk.

~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~

Lynda didn’t have classes on Tuesday, so she figured she’d use the day to catch up on her laundry. She also decided that it would be the perfect day to get a little payback on Cyndi.  Stripping naked, she pulled the empty punching toy out of the trash.  Shaking her out, she used the ring to return Cyndi to her regular panties form and put her on.  Grabbing the bracelet off her vanity, she headed out the door and down the hall to her parent’s bedroom.

Standing in front of the magic mirror, she called up her profile.  She went through her selections carefully until she found the look she was after.  “Perfect,” she said to herself as she snapped the bracelet onto her wrist.  “You there?” she asked.

“Where else would I be?” came Cyndi’s sarcastic response.

“Point,” Lynda replied.

“So, since you’re talking to me again, I guess this means I’m forgiven?”

“Not quite,” Lynda told her.  “I just wanted you to see how you were going to be spending the day.”

“Huh?  Oh, the mirror.”  She took a second to take in Lynda’s reflection.  “Ewww…”

“Yep,” Lynda agreed.

“Bibbed overalls?  You can’t be serious.”

“Sure I can,” Lynda disagreed.  “What?  You don’t like?”

“What do you think?”

“I guess you’d rather be that latex outfit you created for me instead.”

“I’d rather be just about anything other than this ‘down on the farm’ crap,” Cyndi countered.

“Well,” Lynda grinned, “too bad.  Accept.”

“Shit” was all Cyndi was able to get out before the mirror magic did its thing.

Lynda’s grin widened.  “So, how do you like being turned into REAL clothes, bitch?  Especially these?”  She checked out her reflection in satisfaction.  

After a moment, however, her grin faded, replaced by a frown.  Much as she hated to admit it, Cyndi was right.  Her outfit was pretty ugly.  In fact, she couldn’t remember ever actually wearing it, though she must have at least once.  It was in the mirror, after all.  And now, she was committed to wearing them the rest of the day…

Or was she?

She knew from her own experience with the mirror that Cyndi was completely unaware now.  When she “returned” the next morning, she wouldn’t remember anything about what happened to her while she was “away”.  So, if Lynda decided to change her outfit, the other girl would be none the wiser.

“Why should I have to suffer for her punishment?” she reasoned, turning back to the mirror.  

She quickly called up her profile and began going through her selections.  As she looked at her usual outfits, though, nothing really appealed to her.  It all just seemed so… normal.  After a moment, she realized why.  

“Damn you, Cyndi,” she said out loud.  “Even when you’re not here, you’re messing with my head.”  With a deep sigh, she shook her head.  Finally, she turned back to the mirror.  “Last,” she commanded, calling up her most recently saved outfit.  Immediately, her jaw dropped.

Reflected in the mirror, Lynda saw the latex leggings that Cyndi had mentioned.  They were shiny black with a reptile scale pattern and covered Lynda’s reflection from her waist to just above her ankles.  Up top was a matching latex crop tank that supported her breasts, while leaving her midriff bare.  A pair of low heeled stilettos were on her feet.  Cyndi had added one of her mom’s silver chains to accessorize the ensemble.  

Lynda could only stare at herself in the mirror for a while.  “She went out…  looking like me… looking like… THAT.”  

She turned side to side, taking in the outfit from several angles.  Could she actually pull off this look?  Would Milo like it?  She chewed her nail as she considered it.  Finally, she realized she was just going to have to try it out.  If she didn’t, she was going to go insane.  So, facing the mirror, she accepted the change.  “Whoa!” she shouted in surprise as she jolted upward as a result of the addition of two inch heels.  But she recovered quickly and stepped back to check herself out.

The first thing she noticed was that walking in the stiletto heels was going to take a little practice.  None of her own shoes sported such pointed heels.  Or so high, for that matter.  Each step produced a bit of a bounce that made it clear to her that she was not wearing a bra.  Her breasts moving around freely inside the latex top was something else that would take some getting used to.  She wondered if Cyndi had bothered with lower underwear, but it quickly became apparent that she had… just barely.  “What is that?” she wondered aloud, trying to adjust the uncomfortable garment under the tight leggings.  Without much success, she gave up.  It wasn’t like she was going to keep this outfit on that long, anyway.  

Was she?

She bit her lip between her teeth as she looked at herself in the mirror.  She had to admit that Cyndi had been right.  She DID look good in the leggings.  In the whole outfit for that matter.  And it wasn’t like she had to go to class that day anyway.  All that she had planned for the day was some boring old housework.  Why not look good while doing it?

“Besides,” she reasoned, looking down at her outfit, “this might be an even better punishment for you.  Making you believe you spent the day as overalls, while the whole time you were this.”

Her mind made up, she turned from the mirror.  Heading out of the bedroom, she again tried to do something about the underwear that was working its way into her butt.  “A g-string,” she commented, starting down the stairs.  “It’s got to be.”

As she reached the bottom, she saw a movement through the glass in the front door.  Moving over, she pulled the curtain back to see the mailman’s truck pull away from their box.  Without thinking, she reached for the door knob to open the door.  She'd turned it about halfway when she stopped.  

What was she thinking?  She couldn’t go out there dressed like this.  What would the neighbor’s think?  She would just have to wait till tomorrow to get the mail.  She turned and headed back into the house.

She got about two steps before she stopped in her tracks.

She looked down at her outfit and again could hear Cyndi’s voice in her head.  Taunting her.  Daring her.  With another shake of her head, she sighed.  “This is so unfair,” she said to her unaware friend.  “I bet you didn’t once think of what I might think while you had me turned off.”  She turned back to look at the door.  “Fine.  Let’s do this.”

She opened the door and looked out cautiously.  She didn’t see anyone.  Moving a little further out onto their little front porch, she turned her head to look first up, then down, their street.  No one was out in their yard.  The only movement she saw at all was the mail truck moving on with its stops.  She figured she had about five minutes before he turned at the end of the street and came up the other side.

“Now or never.”  

Taking a deep breath, she stepped down off the porch, noticing again the little bounce of her braless breasts.  Fighting the self-consciousness that produced, she moved down the paved walk that ran out to their mailbox.  After a couple of steps, she felt her confidence increase a bit.  A couple after that, it all but soared.  She was doing it and nothing could ruin it for her.

Except maybe that fucking g-string that was trying to cut her crotch in two.

Okay, that was it.  She’d had enough.  She might have had to put on the clothes Cyndi had stored for her in the mirror.  But luckily, she had a magic ring that made it possible for her to change them.  Without stopping, she sent its magic to change that damned torture device between her legs into a pair of her favorite bikini panties.

Suddenly, she was jolted by her feet dropping flat onto the pavement.  At the same time, she felt the breeze that had been blowing a lot more.  Surprised, she stopped and looked down at herself.

And screamed.

She was naked.  

Well, almost naked.  The only stitch that she had on was the bikini panty that she’d used the ring to make.  Everything else… the top… the leggings… the chain… the heels…  gone.  Where did they go?  WHY did they go?  But that wasn’t important.  Not now.  Because now, she was naked.  Okay.  She was nearly naked.

But she was nearly naked OUTSIDE!!

Throwing her arms up to cover her naked … it was definitely naked… chest, she spun around and dashed back into the house.  Slamming the door, she turned and peeked out the window in the door.  Not seeing anyone, she moved on to the big bay window in the front room for a better view.  From the side, she lifted the curtain just enough to see out.  Looking up and down the street, she didn’t see anyone but the mailman, who was now on his return trip.  

Breathing a sigh of relief, she moved over to her mother’s favorite chair and flopped down into it.  What had happened?  She’d used the ring to change what she was wearing before.  Why didn’t it work this time?  Had Cyndi somehow…

And that’s when it hit her.  Cyndi.  She was wearing Cyndi.  Not just as the g-string, but as all of it.  The entire outfit.  So, by trying to change just part of it, she had changed all of it.  She sat up and took a good look at her panties.  “How?” she sighed.  “How do you make this look so freaking easy?”

Of course, since she wasn’t really there, Cyndi didn’t answer.  Not that she would have.  Had she been there. she’d have been too busy laughing to say anything.

Standing, Lynda looked at the ring.  She considered using it to change the panties back into the outfit, but decided against it.  She was just glad she was too shocked before to think of using it to hide.  Who knows what she would have turned herself into?  

Instead, she headed up the stairs to get dressed the normal way.  “Ironic, huh?” she said to her unaware friend.  “I plan to punish you by turning you into something you’d hate, and instead you’ll be spending the day as the same old panties as usual.”  She sighed.  “Well, at least you’ll believe you were punished.  I guess that’s something.”

As she came into her room, she spotted the bag from the store on her desk.  Walking over, she snatched it up, intending to drop it into the wastebasket next to it.  But something made her stop.  Reaching inside, she pulled out the sex toy.  She turned it on, again feeling the powerful vibration it produced.  She switched it on and off a couple more times before dropping the now empty bag into the trash.

“Why the fuck not?” she said to herself as she headed over to the bed.

An hour later, she lay back on her pillow, sweaty and out of breath.  She smiled down at the panties she hadn’t bothered to pull off while she tried out her new toy.  “Okay,” she sighed.  “I might be able to see my way clear to forgive you for this one.”  Her smile widened.  “Oh, dear.  It looks like your Maserati made a mess out of you down there.”

After a moment, Lynda’s smile turned into a grin…  A positively evil grin.  

"Good thing I was planning to do laundry today, huh?"