The Inventor’s Morning After
(Alternate “Bad-ish” Ending)
by JMD
(The chapter starts the same up to this point.)
Moving over to the couch, she picked up the little black cocktail dress by its shoulder straps. Holding it up, she admired her handiwork for a moment. “I really do good work, don’t I?” she commented. “Still, as much as I’d like to keep this little number, I think I’d rather have my husband more. So…”
Sending her witchcraft into the dress, it was engulfed in the usual glow, quickly reforming into the familiar shape of her husband. Before the glow had fully faded, she found herself pulled into an enthusiastic kiss. After a moment’s surprise, she stopped resisting and found herself enjoying the embrace. As it went on, she started to look forward to what it suggested was to come, especially with what she felt pressing into her further down.
When the kiss finally ended, she smiled up at him. “Well…” she started. She took a moment to run her tongue around her lips to moisten them. “That seemed promising. I take it you enjoyed your night?”
“Enjoyed it?” he repeated excitedly. “It was mind-blowing! I could…” He stopped as she placed her hand over his mouth.
“Listen, sweetie,” she explained. “As much as I’d like to hear about your experiences as my dress, there are other things that need attending to first.” She used her free hand to illustrate her point. “Starting with this morning wood you’ve got going on.”
He groaned at the way she was illustrating her point. He had to admit it was a really convincing argument. But before he could say anything, a voice from the hallway cut him off.
“You want wood?! Allow me!” Together, they turned to see Rhiannon come storming into the room. Behind her, Victoria followed, carrying the Linge-Ray. The younger witch quickly made a gesture at her sister.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Hazel threw out her right hand, closing her fingers around a glowing ball that appeared in her palm. Rolling her hand over, she held it up for her sister to see. “Really, Rhea?” she grinned, casually tossing the captured spell to one side where it dissipated. “You know you’ve never been able to get anything through my defenses.”
“No?” Rhiannon fired back, her lip going up on one corner. “How about this?”, she added, pointing back over her shoulder.
“Hey!” Victoria shouted as her body was engulfed by light. “I’m the one that…” That’s as far as she got before being completely covered by the spell. The shape of the glow quickly reshaped itself into a very small form before fading. Before anyone could see what the spell had turned her into, Victoria dropped out of sight behind a chair.
Hazel stared at the empty space where the woman had been for a second. Then turned back to see that her sister’s grin had just grown wider. “Well,” she sighed, “that’s just cheating.” And with that, her own body was engulfed and reformed, dropping at her husband’s feet.
Doug looked down at the very, VERY tiny bikini his wife had become. With a sigh of his own, he bent to retrieve the two thin slips of shiny green material. On standing back up, he saw that Rhiannon had done the same and was now holding an identical swimsuit. “So, now what?” he asked.
“Now,” she answered, “I’m going on vacation. A really REALLY long vacation.”
He nodded. “Where?”
“Haven’t decided.” She held up Victoria. “Somewhere tropical I think.”
He held up his own bikini. “And what am I supposed to do with her?”
Rhiannon thought for a second before pointing at him.
Before he could protest, his own body was engulfed in a spell and reshaped. As the glow faded, he was relieved to find that, though he was different, he was still able to move. He was also aware that his body felt strangely familiar. Looking down, he wasn’t surprised to see two large breasts poking out from his chest. Yup, he was a woman… again.
“There you go,” Rhiannon stated. “Now you can wear her. If I could make a suggestion, out by that silly fish pond of hers would be a good place to start. You really need to get out of that basement and into the sun more. You’re really pale, Douglas.” With that, she turned and vanished through the living room wall.
Doug stood and stared at the wall for a bit before flopping down on the couch. “What am I supposed to do now?” she asked again, this time to herself. She looked down at the green swimsuit in her hand. Based on what they knew about her “condition”, though it had been made from Hazel, she wasn’t really “there” at the moment. What she was holding was really just a shiny green bikini.
She wondered who she could get to help her, and immediately thought of her sister. But that thought was dashed almost as quickly. The last time she’d seen Marie, she had just been turned into a strapless bra for her wife to wear out dancing. Considering the nature of their relationship, she really doubted that Hazel had restored her after getting home. In fact, she realized now, she had still been wearing the pantyhose she’d turned his brother-in-law into at the same time. So, she guessed she was holding two people in her hand. See wondered for a moment if that meant that one was the bottom and the other the bra.
“Bra,” she said as something occurred. “She wasn’t wearing the bra. That means…” She stood up and headed into their bedroom. She looked all around for her, even checking her wife’s lingerie drawer, but the bra that was Marie wasn’t anywhere around.
Remembering that she had been restored in the living room, she figured she had been taken off there. Maybe Hazel had removed Marie at the same time. Returning to the room, she looked around frantically. It only took her a second to spot the black garment half submerged in her aquarium, the fish nibbling at the cups. She sighed heavily, going over and lifting it up to let the excess water run off. “Did you do this on purpose, Hazel?” she asked her “not-there” wife.
The bra stopped dripping fairly quickly, but it was pretty obvious that the material was still soaked through. “That’ll have to do,” she said in a rush, heading for the basement door. “The sooner I get the Linge-Ray and get you…” She stopped in her tracks as she remembered something else.
The Linge-Ray. Victoria had been holding it when Rhiannon had transformed her. She glanced over to where she had been at the time, not surprised to see that her invention wasn’t there. Nope. It, too, was on vacation with her sister-in-law, inside the bikini that was Victoria.
Doug dropped her head and took a deep breath. “Well, crap. I guess that’s that. At least for now. Until Rhiannon calms down and comes back, we’re all stuck.” She held up her sister. “I guess I’ll hang you up to dry. Then, I might as well go for a swim. I hope you two fit.”
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Unknown to Doug, Rhiannon ran into a rival witch on her vacation and would be staying longer than intended.
