“Yes, yes I’ll be down there in just a minute. Let me get changed out of my night gown. Bernard, this evidence you found on who stole our test subject better be legitimate, or else there will be dire consequences for waking me up at three in the morning.” Jamille slammed her phone on the nightstand and huffed loudly at the intrusion to her beauty sleep. She sat up and walked to her bathroom to put on some make up hastily and then turned and walked past her bed to a large wooden wardrobe at the other side of the bedroom. As she approached it she eyed the wardrobe’s unusual handles. There, side by side, were two ornate, well-crafted handles in the shape of giant plump lips. The pair of lips on the left door was a tannish yellow color with the word “Jill” engraved beautifully in the space between the lips. The pair of lips on the right were a lovely red color with the word “Camille” engraved on it. Both were pristine lips embedded in an intricate golden design and had a gold hoop protruding from the lips that one could grab onto to open the doors to the wardrobe.

Jamille gave the handles a less than enthusiastic smile, “Hi my gorgeous play things. Don’t get used to me touching you this many times in a day. I know I’ve opened your wardrobe at least 6 times today, but this occasion is rather urgent. It appears there has been a breakthrough on who stole our test subject last year and I must go at once. Now, I did my research on this matter a couple weeks back and I actually have a theory as to who the culprit is.” She said as she gripped the yellowish handle a bit tighter. “And I really hope I’m right, because then I get to terminate that things employment immediately. Then it can stay full time with me in its new position as my indefinite play thing.” She let out an evil snicker as she opened the wardrobe and fetched a lovely white business shirt and tight black skirt. As she closed the wardrobe, she gave the handles one last look. “But this form won’t do for a couple of thieves, so I’ll figure out something more humiliating if it turns out that you stole the subject Jill. Bye bye.” She said as she took her close into the restroom to get dressed and head to the UNICA research lab.

Jill and Camille had spent 2 whole months as sugar containers losing their minds at how boring it was. Rarely they were used or even acknowledged so it became rather easy to space out and just kind of exist. Then came the day that both of them had finally run out of sugar and Jamille didn’t give them a break as she already had their new form in mind, two gorgeous lip-shaped handles for her new expensive wardrobe.

Now after a week of being handles, Jill had pretty much started thinking of herself as some shapeshifting item for Jamille’s amusement and this was her newest form…that was until this night. After hearing Jamille’s potential discovery, Jillian’s thoughts rushed back to her in a flash and she was in a full panic. She had thought they had given up on finding the culprit, but now she feared the worst. But what could possibly be more humiliating than what Jamille’s done to her and Camille already? She just hoped that this evidence was another dead end. Meanwhile, Camille was grumbling in her mind that she should’ve been the one to discover who the thief was.