Adrian Gilner yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked at the old-fashioned analogue clock hanging on his office's wall. It was already well past 7 p.m., and that on a Friday, to boot. Normally, he was leaving his office at 4 p.m. on Fridays, but when you were the CO of a small electronics company, sometimes you didn't get to choose your quitting time. 

In this instance, one of his company's subcontractors had screwed up spectacularly. The battery manufacturer had delivered one hundred thousand batteries, and all of them had a disastrous flaw which would almost certainly make them fail in the first two months of operation. The good news was that battery manufacturer had agreed to back the entire charge and refund the full price, plus a luscious penalty. The bad news was that the battery manufacturer didn't have the capacities to replace the faulty batteries with working ones right now. 

Which would leave AG Electronics with a massive bottleneck in production rate for the immediate future. So there had to be replacements procured. And tested for suitability. And preferably yesterday, if possible. This was the reason why he'd spent the entire late afternoon and early evening in his office, contacting possible manufacturers and trying to evaluate which one would be best qualified. 

But slowly, even his busy workday was drawing to a close. Not because he'd found a suitable replacement. He hadn't, so far. There were a few promising candidates, but nothing definite until now. No, the real reason was that soon there wouldn't be anyone left to contact for him anymore. The workers were already disappearing into the weekend and only the fact that the companies based in the western half of the continent were running behind on the clock had made it possible for him to reach anyone during the last two hours. And even over there, weekend was getting closer by now. 

Adrian sighed and hung up. This had been the fourth call in succession where he hadn't reached anyone, and all those calls had gone to companies located directly at the Pacific coast. 

Well... he thought with a small smile, I guess that's God's way of telling me that even I have to call it a day now. I better tell Virginia then. The girl will be delighted that she'll finally get to enjoy her weekend as well. 

The CEO raised up from his chair and walked to his office's door. This wasn't entirely necessary, after all he could have told her the pleasant news over the internal phone line as well. But since he had robbed his secretary of several hours of her precious weekend, thanking her for her relentless effort and releasing her into freedom by telling her from face to face was the least he could do. 

Adrian thought highly of his youthful secretary. Virginia was intelligent, confident in her own abilities and hardworking. Some of his business partners had made the erroneously assumption that the girl was merely eye candy for his outer office, but they'd soon been forced to realize their error. 

Virginia was not merely his secretary, but also his personal assistant and trouble-shooter, plus one of his most valued advisors. It was quite astonishing what ideas a young, relatively inexperienced worker was bringing forward when asked for her opinion. Many were, of course, not feasible. Others were crazy. But some were quite ingenious (and often crazy as well).

Although he had to concede his business partners a point: She was also eye candy. Not that he had any inclination of consuming her... other virtues. No, he had been happily married since nearly 30 years now, and the thought to cheat on his wife was so alien that it wasn't even occurring to him. But he was still a man and as such he could still enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman. 

Virginia looked up from her computer as the CEO walked through the door. Her shoulder length blond curls framed a pleasant face, with large, green eyes, full lips and a small nose. She was regularly exercising and her body showed no extra gram of fat, except in strategical places. She always went to great pains to be styled flawlessly, and although her clothing wasn't overly revealing, the skirt suits and heels she usually wore accentuated her womanly curves flawlessly. 

The skillfully applied make-up and her manicured fingers underscored this impression and each time she went to work, she was turning a considerable number of male heads. All in all, she was a stunning young woman, and that her beautiful exterior housed one of the sharpest minds Adrian knew only made him more grateful that of all possible employers, he'd been the lucky one who had gotten her. 

Today she hadn't slacked off either, with a butter colored suit, beige heels and nude hose. Although she seemed a little bit... apprehensive, underscored by impatience. In silent speculation, Adrian raised one eyebrow. Virginia and impatient? That was just a tad unusual. Maybe the girl had a date this evening and feared that she'd come too late? Well, whatever the reasons, she would be redeemed soon. 

"Thanks for your hard work, Virginia." he told his secretary with a smile. "I really appreciate it and I'm terribly sorry that I had to rob you of so much of your evening. I'll make it up to you, I promise." 

"Oh, no." Virginia replied, "Don't be. I can't leave my boss alone when the company is in serious trouble!" she had twinkled at him while talking, but there was still unrest hidden under the facade. That she was shutting off her computer with unusual haste and quickly grabbed her personal belongings without tidying up her desk first was odd as well. 

Adrian just wanted to tease her about her haste as something totally unexpected happened. One moment, there were two people in the outer office. The next moment, there were three, each of them with a different facial expression. 

Virginia simply looked in utter horror at the stranger who had suddenly appeared out of thin air. Adrian ogled the apparition with stunned disbelief. And the stranger's curiously dreamy face slowly changed into that of confused cluelessness as he took in his surroundings. 

All three were in a different state of shock, but Adrian was the first who recovered. 

"Who are you? And who did you get into this company?!" he demanded. The stranger's eyes flew open in beginning panic and Adrian turned to Virginia who still seemed to be frozen. "Virginia, call the police!" he told his secretary, "This man-" 

"No!" Virginia's cry startled Adrian.

"Excuse me...?" he asked, "What do you-?" 

"Please don't call the police!" the girl responded, her gaze alternating between the stranger and her boss, "I'll get him out. And then I'll explain..." 

Prudently, she grasped the man's arm and pulled him towards the exit. 

Disbelievingly, Adrian stared at his secretary. That couldn't be! She wouldn't misuse his trust this way. Not Virginia! "Don't tell me that you brought this stranger into my company without telling me...?!" he started in a dangerous voice and Virginia swallowed. 

"Please!" she pleaded, "It's not what you think. I'll escort him out of the building and then I'll explain the situation to you. I swear, he is no spy and he hasn't seen any of the company's secrets either, I swear! I vouch for him, so... please let me get him out of the building and I'll explain everything to you!" 

The girl was now close to tears and silently, Adrian stared at his secretary very close to something which his wife would have called 'rage'. The source of the whole commotion, the stranger, hadn't uttered a single word and now tried making himself as small as possible. 

"All right." he conceded darkly. "Get him out. And then you'll justify yourself to me. I'll be waiting in my office." 

Virginia breathed a sigh of relief and urged the stranger to follow her out. Adrian watched the couple go and turned, letting himself fall into his chair again. What a great end of an already shitty day. he thought moodily. Why Virginia, of all people?! She's last employee of this company whom I would have thought of being capable of such a stunt. How did she manage it? Why did he appear like out of thin air? And why did she bring him in the first place? 

Questions upon questions. Hopefully, Virginia would provide him with the necessary answers. And they better be good, he thought sullenly, I'd really hate to have to fire her for abusing my trust to smuggle her boyfriend or whatever into the company.  

A couple of minutes later, Virginia entered the office silently. He could practically smell the girl's apprehension. This terrified woman didn't have much with his normally self-assured secretary in common. Adrian nearly felt sympathy with her, but then battled his emotions away. He hadn't become a well-run electronics company's CEO by letting emotions cloud his judgement. 

Darkly, he eyed her. He hadn't realized before, but her breasts seemed to be sagging behind her blouse, as if she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Oh Virginia, he thought again, Just tell me one question: Why?

Virginia waited apprehensively, but Adrian didn't offer her a seat. Instead, he simply motioned her to give him her version of the story. Not that he had any doubts what that story would be. She had a lover, she had smuggled him into the company for whatever reasons, and they had enjoyed themselves during her working time. She was terribly sorry, it wouldn't happen again, yadda, yadda, yadda. But in the end, he still had to fire her. This was a misdeed he simply couldn't let pass, no matter who had conducted it. And that he'd be really unhappy with firing her wouldn't make it any better. 

"Mr. Gilner,-" she began now, nearly faltering, "-it's not what you think it is." 

Adrian looked at her humorlessly. "So? What am I thinking?" he inquired. 

"You're thinking that I smuggled my lover into the company and that we... had fun during my working time, Sir." 

"And this isn't what really happened?" he asked, although his tone made clear that he thought that this was exactly what had happened. 

Virginia sighed, then straightened her shoulders. "No Sir, it isn't. He's not my lover, he's my client." 

Only sheer shock kept Adrian from exploding like a Vulcan. Her client? She was prostituting herself? he thought taken aback, And that in my company????

"Are you out of your fucking-" the boss flared up hotly, but Virginia was already making reassuring gestures, after realizing that her statement's phrasing had been a big mistake. 

"No, you're wrong, not that!" she blurted out desperately, cutting him off in mid-sentence, "He didn't pay me to have sex with him, he payed me to wear him. He was my bra, until ten minutes ago." 

Adrian blinked. The impossible statement had taken out the wind of his sails. "Your bra?" he asked incredulously, "Explain." 

His secretary obeyed the order. "Yes, Sir. You have heard of Venn Machines, have you?" 

Slowly, Adrian nodded. That he had indeed. In fact, his wife had told him about them. Some of the (or rather all the) things the devices were supposed to be capable sounded like stories out of science-fiction movies, but nonetheless, it seemed to be true. 

"It's those machines which can transform you into anyone, or even anything, right?" 

Relieved, Virginia nodded. "Yes, Sir. They can even turn people into clothing. And some people have the desire to be turned into clothing and being worn by other people." 

"And you're fulfilling those people's desire, and you're letting yourself being paid for it." Adrian's response wasn't a question.

"Yes, Sir. It's called a 'Venn Escort'. I change those people into clothing and wear them to work. That I'm a real secretary and not only pretend to be one helps. There's quite a demand for my... services." 

Now Adrian was pondering. So she hadn't had sex during work. And she wasn't prostituting herself... technically. But she had still smuggled strangers in the company. Even when they had been clothing and not humans. So what was he supposed to do now? Had she abused his trust or not? After all, he couldn't forbid his employees to come to work clothed, now could he? 

"And how did it come that this guy popped out?" he asked instead, deciding to postpone the matter - for now. 

"An... oversight on my part." Virginia conceded contritely. "I'm changing people into my clothing the evening before I go to work, normally. Most of them get a kink out of lying in a drawer and being selected to be worn at morning. I'm normally dialing in 48 hour changes to keep them from reappearing at... inopportune moments, let's say. Although when I changed this client yesterday, someone had already dialed in a 24 hour change but not used the machine. And I thought it doesn't matter because today is Friday and I'll leave work way earlier than normally, anyway. So when the 24 hours were over before-" she shrugged helplessly, "-he simply changed back in front of us." 

Gruff, Adrian nodded in understanding. "Okay, that I do understand. And how many clients do you normally take? Is it just one? Or is your whole outfit-" he gestured at her skirt suit sarcastically, "-made out of people?" 

Virginia blushed. "Oh no Sir,-" she denied quickly, "-I'm only changing people into my underwear. So that my coworkers or you don't realize that I'm wearing different clothes everyday. So usually only three - bra, slip and pantyhose." 

"Does that mean that you're still wearing people right now?" Adrian asked with a raised eyebrow and after a tiny moment of hesitation, his secretary nodded. 

"Yes, Sir." she said, "For the people I changed into my slip and my pantyhose, I used the 48 hour setting, so these two are still 'safe'." 

That piked Adrian's interest. Curiously, he looked at Virginia's smooth, hose-encased legs. So this thin piece of clothing was actually a human? That was... quite extraordinary. Although it didn't change anything regarding the current situation. 

Which was... well, what exactly? She hadn't broken any laws, now had she...?

"Is this... Venn Escort thing legal?" he asked and for the first time in their awkward conversation, the shapely girl smiled slightly. 

"It isn't forbidden." she said, "It's not prostitution, legally, since I'm not offering sexual services. And I'm faithfully paying taxes on my revenues, therefore the taxman is happy as well." 

Cogitating, Adrian stroked his beard. Now what should he do with her? She hadn't brought strangers into the company... technically. The one who had appeared had been an accident. She hadn't had sex during work. And she hadn't broken any laws. 

"Okay, Virginia." he said, "Frankly, I don't know what to do with you now." 

"Please, Mr. Gilner!" she pleaded now, "Don't fire me! I really like my job and you know that I'm doing good work. I should have told you that I was doing this, should have asked you for permission. There is no excuse, but please be lenient only this one time!" 

She looked almost teary-eyed now, a state in which he had never seen her before. 

"That you should have." he acknowledged grumpily, "And I wish you would have, although I do understand why you didn't. And you're also right when you're saying that you're doing good work." 

For the first time, he gave her a small smile. "I'm still disappointed in you, but I have to think about the whole thing before I make any hasty decisions. Come into my office on Monday morning right when you start work, then we'll talk about this. Until then, I still wish you a nice weekend, despite the previous... unpleasantness." 

Apparently relieved that her boss hadn't fired her on the spot, Virginia mumbled a swift response and then retreated hurriedly. Sighing, Adrian watched the girl go. All the things there are in the world, fascinating. Venn Escorts! 

He snorted at the thought and started collecting his own stuff from his desk. Great, now he had to spent the weekend thinking about reasons not to fire Virginia. Although he'd have enough time doing so. His wife was on a weekend trip with her girlfriends, shopping in New York. There was no way in hell that he'd voluntarily suffer that ordeal, so he'd gladly stayed at home. She was doing a lot of weekend trips with her girlfriends lately, but since all of her girlfriends' partners confirmed the story, he had no worry whatsoever that she was having an affair. The only strange thing was that despite being gone for an entire weekend, she never bought more than one or two pieces of clothing. Well, better this extreme than the other... 

On his drive home, Adrian felt his thoughts drifting towards Virginia again. Only not the way he'd expected. Strangely, he wasn't thinking about possible repercussions or her future stay in his company. Instead, the image of her nylon-encased legs popped up again and again, each time with a mental post-it that the hose was actually a thinking, living human. 

And it gradually became worse over the whole weekend. He couldn't concentrate on anything anymore. Instead, he was constantly thinking about Virginia's transformed underwear. 

Damn it! he chastised himself on Saturday evening, Why the hell do I keep thinking about her clients? It's as if I'd like to be her client as well! 

And in the moment he thought this, he realized that this was exactly what he would like to be. To be only a piece of clothing, her pantyhose for example, hugging her legs, or her slip, being snuggled against her privates. He felt himself becoming aroused and shocked, he forced himself to stop this particular train of thought. 

What am I thinking? he asked himself, She's my secretary, my subordinate, dammit! What would my wife think?!

Unfortunately, now the genie was out of the bottle and the more he forced himself NOT to think about being her underwear, the more his mind and body craved for this experience. He barely got any sleep in the night on Sunday. By Sunday evening, he was basically a sweating wreck. Thank God his wife wouldn't be back until Monday!

DAMN! he cursed, I CAN'T continue like this! There MUST be something I can do to stop this, otherwise I won't be able to work next week! And of course there was something he could do. The only problem was that he wasn't sure if it was morally acceptable. He pondered over the decision for more than ten minutes until he made his choice.

I'm going to ask her on Monday... he thought with a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation alike. The following night, he slept like a baby. 

As Adrian arrived at his office on Monday morning, he was already being awaited by Virginia who was as flawlessly styled as always, although her beautiful appearance couldn't hide her obvious nervousness. 

The CEO winked her into his office and took place in his chair. This time, he offered her a seat as well, and awkwardly but quite relieved, Virginia seated her shapely bosom. She apparently regarded his courtesy quite correctly as a positive sign. Now or never. Adrian thought and cleared his throat. 

"Virginia, I have decided to let your misdemeanor pass." he broke his decision to her, and one could practically hear the weight dropping from her mind now. 

"Thank you, Sir." she blurted out with relief, "I will not disappoint you again, in fact-" the girl stopped as Adrian silently raised his hand. 

"But only under one condition." he continued and Virginia nodded rigorously. 

"Of course." she said eagerly, "I'll never bring venned clothing into the company again. In fact, I have already stopped-" 

"Wait!" Adrian interrupted her torrent of words with a nervous grin, "That's not what I mean. In fact, you can continue being a Venn Escort." 

Now Virginia seemed astonished. "I can?" she asked carefully. "I mean, really, Sir?" 

He nodded. "Yes. They can't hear or see any secrets while they are clothing, can they? Only make sure that they don't pop up at, what did you call it, 'inopportune moments' again, will you?" 

"Yes Sir, of course." Virginia frowned, "But what is the condition you're stipulating then?" 

Adrian smiled, but despite his calm and collected appearance, his heart was throbbing madly and he could barely contain his excitement. "Simple. I want to try it out as well. Make me your clothing for today." 

Nervously, Virginia entered the company the second time for today. Now it was already past 9 a.m. and many coworkers were there too, and greeting her as she passed. Awkwardly she greeted back, a part of her mind expecting them to point at her and start whispering secretly. This was silly, of course, she had entered the company numerous time before while wearing transformed people and never anybody had suspected anything. Today was the same, but today was also the first time, she was wearing her boss.

For the umpteenth time she had to stop her hand from unwittingly stroking her pantyhose and she couldn't believe how relieved she felt as she finally entered her office and flopped down on her chair. Gloomily, she stared at her hose-clad legs. Somehow, the entire affair had simultaneously turned out to end better and worse than she had hoped. 

Better because she'd escaped with nothing more than a reprimand. Worse, because this was wrong on so many levels. A secretary simply didn't wear her boss as clothing, it simply wasn't done! 

Mr. Gilner's request from before had taken her totally by surprise. He had caught her at exactly the wrong moment, when she had been prepared to do nearly everything to keep her job. Only during her way back from the Venn Machine, already wearing him, she had realized how crazy this whole thing was. 

Since she had been certain that he would prohibit her from wearing clients to work, she had canceled all appointments for the current week and, for the first time in months, appeared with truly inanimate underwear to work. Therefore she hadn't had an excuse for not fulfilling his request and, instead of stalling for time, she had naively asked him what part of her underwear he wanted to become. 

Mr. Gilner had eyed her for a moment and then chosen to be her pantyhose. Only then had Virginia realized that they were playing with fire here and weakly asked if it wouldn't be a problem if he would disappear for an entire day. Unfortunately, he had already patched together a cover story, that he had to visit a battery manufacturer today and that she would drive him to the airport. 

Of course the cover story had been perfect, as most of the things Mr. Gilner took care of. That hadn't been a problem. No, besides being crazy, it had been irresponsible as hell! Not only was he gone (in a sense... after all, technically he was still in the office), no he had also dumped all his work on her. He'd declared Virginia his confidence in her and authorized her to search for a suitable replacement as well. 

Virginia sighed again and viewed her pantyhose-covered legs which emerged out of her skirt. This had been routine for so many months now, her pantyhose actually being a human, and as time went by, she hadn't shed a second thought to her clothing anymore. She had transformed her clients, put them on and from thereon until she'd changed them back, they'd simply been what she had changed them into - pantyhose, slip, bra, you name it. 

But this time, things were different. She softly stroked her pantyhose, or rather Mr. Gilner, and grinned crookedly. Well, she thought, complaining won't bring you anywhere, girl. So simply try to pretend that this is a normal day at the office and tackle your work. Which isn't sparse, thanks to your irresponsible boss.

Virginia rolled herself towards her desk on her office chair, crossed her legs like she always did when she was working and dove into her assignments. After ten minutes, she was immersed in her work, having forgotten who she was currently wearing for the moment. 

For Adrian, the experience felt better than anything he had imagined. One moment, he had been standing in the Venn Machine, heart beating rapidly, the next moment, he had felt his body crumbling on the bottom, blind, deaf and motionless. Until he'd felt Virginia's hands taking him.

She had put him in her bag and then, five minutes later, he had felt himself being taken out again. What had followed had been pure bliss. Suddenly he'd felt her feet entering his soft body and it had been as if he had hugged the entire limb. But it hadn't stopped there. More and more of his body had been pulled over more and more of her leg until the second feet had followed. After a minute or so, his entire shape had been stretched over Virginia's legs and he'd marveled at the sensations of being filled by her warm body.

Every square inch of his new shape was now pressing on Virginia's legs, and he could feel each and every muscle moving, even the tiniest wiggle of her toes. Then he had felt how she had zipped up her skirt and had slipped her feet into her heels. Soon she had been going to the company car the two of them had used for driving to the mall, and the sensation of walking had been something else as well. 

It had felt incredible how his smooth body had been brushed against her skirt and how her muscles had been working. The psychological component had been awe-inspiring as well. After all, he was only a piece of clothing now, nothing more than textile on a shapely woman's legs, an object passerby's would only shed a short glance on! Somehow, this fact was turning him on!

Adrian had been disappointed as Virginia had taken place in her car (supposedly?), but now he was filled with pleasant anticipation. Because if he wasn't mistaken now, she was now exiting the car and would be entering the company soon. In front of his inner eye, he imagined how Virginia was walking through the corridors right now, her usual, beautiful self, dressed in a nice skirt suit with hosed legs coming out of the skirt. She would be greeting her coworkers and nobody would suspect that the pantyhose she was wearing was their boss! 

Finally, she took seat and Adrian relished in the sensation of being squished between her body and the chair. He felt her fingers stroking his nylon body for a final time and then she crossed her legs, not paying attention to him anymore. 

One of his biggest fear before this experiment had been boredom - he hadn't been sure if being a blind and deaf piece of clothing for hours would be boring. Now though, he realized that this fear had been unfounded. Somehow, he didn't even know what boredom was at the moment. He was a pantyhose and he was making his wearer's legs look good, therefore everything was all right. There was no need in getting bored since making her legs look good was a steady activity. Moreover, it felt awesome. 

And therefore, he simply went with the flow, relishing in the blissful sensations of hugging his his secretary's legs by being her nylons. 

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The next morning, Virginia entered the company with the same uncomfortable feeling she had had nearly three weeks ago. Only this time, her pantyhose wasn't the source of this apprehension, but her shoes, the heels making a bell-like click on the entry hall's polished marble with every step. She had transformed Mr. Gilner into a pair of black, patent leather stilettos and she had to admit that they made her legs look spectacular and were the most comfortable pair of high heels she had ever worn. 

Not that the heels in question were likely feeling the same comfort. Virginia smiled at this thought, but it was a pained smile. Mr. Gilner's sudden wish to become her clothing again had confirmed her worst fear. It had happened once. And now it had happened a second time. Which meant that there'd be almost certainly a third, fourth, fifth time and so on. And this would cause the most awkward working relationship ever. How could she look her lawful superior in the eye when she was wearing him as her clothing from time to time? This was eroding his authority, and when she was realizing this, he should be as well, dammit! 

Only that he wasn't. Of course, as his advisor it was her duty to tell him her qualms openly. Only that she hadn't. One part was fear of losing her job. The other, though... 

Face it, girl. she grimaced inwardly, You like it wearing your boss. You like him being only immobile fabric on your body, being totally at your mercy. 

Swiftly, she suppressed these thoughts. There was a reason why she had accepted Mr. Gilner's request to be her shoes despite her knowledge that being shoes didn't feel... that great. To put it mildly. Actually, this was exactly the reason why she had accepted. Not because she wanted to torment him. But maybe a day as her shoes, which wouldn't feel even closely as good as being her pantyhose, would quell his desire. Truth to tell, she didn't have that much trust in her plan to work. But there was no Plan B. Or C. 

And this could backfire badly, she thought with a pained expression, I just hope he doesn't blame me for his not-so-good experience as shoes. Well, if he does, I just have to say that I never transformed someone into shoes before and didn't know this... half of it is even right...

"What's with the face?" a female voice yanked her out of her gloomy thoughts and she looked at Glenda, a software engineer from development. Then the engineer's gaze fell to her feet. 

"Oh!" the other woman said, "New shoes? Are they still not properly worn in? But that's a nice pair of shoes, I can understand why you went for them, despite being uncomfortable!" 

Virginia nearly choked. "Um, yeah, thanks." she pressed out as normally as possible. "You're right, they're still a bit tight." 

"I have plasters, so if you want some...?" Glenda offered and Virginia shook her head. 

"No, thanks, it isn't that bad." she managed and then fled towards her office. The subsequent workday became very much like the last when Mr. Gilner had been her clothing - she had to shoulder his work as well and, much to her chagrin, the dominant personality streak of hers she had discovered three weeks ago emerged again. 

From time to time, she caught herself doing all kinds of subconscious teases to her shoe-turned boss - rubbing her stilettos together, tapping them on the floor, slipping out of one and letting it dangle from her toes...

After some time she stopped trying to keep her dominance fantasies over her boss in check. It was a hopeless endeavor anyway. And he hadn't complained last time, so maybe he didn't mind... 

Therefore she just made sure to stop teasing him when someone else was in the vicinity. To her surprise, this proved to have a positive influence on her work. She was suddenly much more relaxed and whenever something went wrong, she just teased her shoes slash boss a bit more and the worry vanished. 

Maybe, just maybe... Virginia mused while absentmindedly dangling Mr. Gilner's left heel-body on her big toe, there's even a silver lining in this insanity...

Being shoes was different than Adrian had imagined, all right. Well, at first, everything had been as he'd imagined. One moment, he had been standing in the Venn Machine. The next moment, he had been standing in the Venn Machine as well - only blind, deaf, paralyzed and, strangest of all, in two places at once. 

He'd hoped that Virginia would put him on there and then, but she hadn't. Instead, he'd felt her hands taking his two separate bodies and putting them into a bag where he'd spent an unknown time until she'd taken him out again to properly place him on something. 

Probably her shoe cabinet, he'd concluded and the knowledge that he was now only a pair of shoes, standing in a closet and waiting for its owner to come and choose it, had been totally intriguing to him. Although he'd swiftly drifted off to some kind of sleep as there'd been no stimuli whatsoever in his dark prison. 

He spent an indefinite amount of time that way, until he'd suddenly been awake again, aroused from his sleep by the feel of a hand grabbing both of his bodies. Seconds later, he'd felt a hosed feet slipping in his first, and then in his second body. The sensation had been all he'd anticipated and more. His leathery body was snuggling her feet, and the rub of the pantyhose against his leather and sole was electrifying. That the pantyhose had to be another transformed human, just like him, made the feeling even better. 

And then the trouble started. She had stood up and suddenly all her weight had pressed down on him. It hadn't felt bad, but it had required getting used to. As a pantyhose, he'd idly been making her legs good. Now, as her shoes, he had the impression of actively stemming her weight. 

And then she'd left her apartment's carpet and stepped out onto what could only be the street walk's concrete surface. Suddenly, he'd felt bits and pieces of himself being scraped away while she walked on him and this hadn't felt good in the slightest. Thankfully, the walk hadn't been long and soon he'd found himself being gently pushed against her car's rubberized pedals. Unfortunately, there had been still the walk from the parking space to the office, and he hadn't enjoyed this one any more than he had the first. 

Her steps over what must be his company's marble floor hadn't been that much better, either. The floor was polished, all right, and very smooth, so he hadn't lost any pieces of himself here. Instead, it was very, very hard. And each time her heeled foot - with him being the heel - had come down on the unyielding stone, the concussion had gone like a shock through his body. He had actually been able to hear his heels clicking on the floor. 

But all of this... unpleasantness had become moot as she'd entered the soft, fluffy carpet of her office. In fact, it wouldn't even have mattered if the floor had been concrete. During her working time, she was mostly sitting in her chair anyway and therefore there was no need for him to carry her weight, no danger of him being grounded into hard, unyielding surfaces. 

Instead, he was just her shoes, hugging her feet. 

This is awesome... Adrian thought dreamily while he felt Virginia shifting her legs, her toes wiggling in his left body. Being walked on as shoes is not that much fun and I think it will be some time before I'll try it again... but simply being worn by her - that's great!

All the things she did while wearing him felt exhilarating as well. When she rubbed her feet, grinding his leather bodies together, it felt electric. And the sensation of being dangled from her toes was a mix of thrill and slight fear - quite similar to how bungee jumping felt. 

Hm, I didn't even know that Virginia was such a restless person. She always seemed to be so sober. But judging from the way she constantly keeps playing with her clothing that must be a deliberate facade by hers. Well, I guess she just has to release the energy she's locking away somewhere... 

His mind vanished in an explosion of bliss for a short moment as one of his bodies was rubbed against the other leg's pantyhose. 

I'm still not keen on the walk back, but it was totally worth it! Next time, though, I'll try out being her slip. This time for sure. I only have to find this booking site of hers once I'm human again... 

Great... I sometimes hate it when I'm right. Virginia thought while she eyed tomorrow's three clients who were already waiting for her at the agreed on meeting place in front of the Venn Machine. Especially the tall-grown, grey-haired man in the neat, silken business suit. 

Apparently, electronics_guru_42, tomorrow's client for the slip-slot, was exactly who she'd suspected him to be and slightly concerned, Ben, her second, bent down to her. 

"What's the matter?" he whispered, "Do you have a problem with the old guy?" 

Virginia shook her head slightly, "It's nothing, Ben." she whispered back, "I simply know him, that's all." 

And he's my boss. she added, albeit only in her thoughts. After her heels-plan had failed miserably (he'd apparently even liked the ordeal!), she'd known that it would be only a matter of time until Mr. Gilner would find her booking site and appear on her client list. He'd always had a knack for operating google. If something existed in the internet, he would find it. He called it "Gilner's extension to Rule 34", whatever that was supposed to mean. 

Sighing, Virginia faced the inevitable and motioned Mr. Gilner to enter the Venn Machine first while Ben donned his scary face to discourage him from doing anything stupid to his protégée. 

"So you've decided to become my client then." it wasn't a question. On the other side of the interface, Mr. Gilner simply smiled and shrugged. 

"Yeah. This time, I'd like to try out being your slip." 

Virginia sighed again. And a part of her was becoming aroused at the thought that soon Mr. Gilner would be nothing more than a helpless slip, snuggled against her privates... Damn, it's actually making me hot! she cursed and reached for the green button. 

"Oh, and I'm already looking forward to next weeke-" Mr. Gilner said, but was cut off in mid-sentence as he crumbled as a woman's slip in his own booth. 

Virginia froze. Weekend? What the hell does he... oh no! suddenly, she had a very bad feeling. Next weekend was her sister's wedding, and instead of spending a ton of money on a bridesmaid dress, she had decided to do a special event on her booking site and let her clients bid for the slot to be her bridesmaid dress at the occasion. And the auction should have ended an hour ago... 

Gloomily she fingered her smartphone out to confirm what she suspected. And of course the slot of the bridesmaid dress had gone to electronics_guru_42, for an almost preposterous amount of money. 

The secretary groaned while she collected her satinized superior from the other booth. Just great... she thought, I'll attend my sister's wedding wearing my boss. It can't get any worse now. 

Virginia was right. It didn't get any worse. Although it didn't get any better either. From thereon, electronics_guru_42 had become a regular customer of hers. And Mr. Gilner was spending more and more time on "business trips". First he'd only been her underwear every two or three weeks, randomly circling through being pantyhose, slip or bra. But the intervals had gotten shorter and shorter. 

By now, he was spending at least one or two days of the week as her underwear, and he had been the highest bidder for all of her following 'special events' as well: Apart from her bridesmaid dress, he had been a cocktail dress for a dinner party, a nurse outfit for a costume party and riding trousers. And to her surprise (and horror) it had even become routine for her to wear her boss. Whenever she was wearing him, he, or rather it, was not her boss, only a garment, albeit a special one. And teasing this garment a bit was a perfect way to release stress, as well.

But even so, the situation was getting out of control. She was already stemming a quarter of Mr. Gilner's work, and if he'd continue this way, soon she'd do half of it! Let alone the moral dimension! She simply had to do something! 

She looked up as somebody knocked at her office's door. 

"Come in, please!" she exclaimed and raised an eyebrow as Glenda entered. 

"Hi Virginia!" the engineer said and looked at Mr. Gilner's office door. "Do you know if Mr. Gilner's in the building?" 

Virginia sighed, restraining her hand from massaging her bra through her jacket. "No,-" she lied, "-he's on a business trip. I'm sorry, he'll be back tomorrow." 

Glenda nodded in understanding. "Too bad. He's that busy lately. That's probably the reason why he canceled his attendance at this year's beach party." 

The secretary stiffened. What did she say? He's NOT attending the beach party?

"Wait, he's not coming to the beach party?" she asked Glenda aloud, and the other woman shook her head. 

"No, he's told us yesterday after he visited our department. Said he had an important appointment. It's sad, really. The beach party had been his brainchild originally, and until now he'd attended every single time! Well then, I better get going, much work to do!" 

Smiling, Glenda winked and left the office, leaving a dumbfounded Virginia behind. What had she just heard? Mr. Gilner wasn't attending the beach party? He loved the party! It was the one occasion where he could break the invisible barriers between superior and subordinates and talk to his employees from man to man (or woman). And he was utilizing this opportunity to the max to get a feeling for the atmosphere in his company. That he wasn't attending was actually unheard of. 

A terrible thought flashed her mind. Oh no, he hasn't...! she thought in horror and quickly raised up her booking page. There she scrolled down to another one of her special events. And there he was. electronics_guru_42, booked a slot for being her bikini briefs on the day of the beach party. 

Stunned she stared at the screen. It took a while until she was able to think clearly again. 

"Okay." she said loud, breathing heavily. "That's the last warning shot. It's over. This has gone on for too long. We need to stop this."

Her bra, of course, didn't respond, but she hadn't expected it, or him, to do so. No, she would change him back and then talk to him. But she was only his secretary. In the worst case, he would fire her and hire a new secretary who would readily wear him. She didn't think that he'd actually do this, but still... 

I need support. she realized. But where do I get this? Whom do I ask? And... oh.

Suddenly, she had an idea. And it was crazy. It was beyond crazy. It was actually pure madness. And if it failed, there'd be hell to pay. For everyone involved. But if it succeeded... 

Okay... Virginia thought composed, You know that Mr. Gilner's paying you your lordly salary for the crazy ideas you get from time to time. So what you're doing now is exactly the reason why he hired you in the first place. You're simply doing what you're supposed to do... 

She took a deep breath and then reached for the phone. 

Adrian wondered what Virginia was up to now. He'd spent the whole day keeping her breasts in shape by being her bra, and it had been as intriguing as every time he was her clothing. But normally, she'd doff him eventually and then put him into the Venn Machine to turn him back, or wait until he'd turn back on his own. He'd asked her to use the 24 hour setting for his transformation each time instead of the 48 hour one, since there wouldn't be any danger of him appearing at 'inopportune moments' - he'd transform back in his own company, after all, if she had to do overtime. 

But this time, she had taken him off and then, to his shock, passed him into another person's hands. She had never done this before and he wondered what this was all about. 

Did perhaps a coworker ask her to show her awesome bra? he wondered, grasping for straps. Do women actually do such things, comparing their bras? Somehow, I don't think so... 

Anyway, the stranger had apparently scrutinized him for some time and then put him down onto a soft surface. And there he'd stayed from thereon. By now, he was getting antsy, but since he was only a bra at the moment, he really couldn't do anything else besides waiting. 

And then, suddenly, he was human again. Adrian blinked. He wasn't in his office. He wasn't at the mall or in the Venn Machine either. But he knew this room! His eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of his own bedroom! Aghast, his eyes swiveled around. Why am I in my bedroom? he asked himself, close to panicking, when he heard a harrumph behind him.

Suddenly, Adrian felt a thousand centipedes crawling down his back and slowly, very slowly he turned, looking at the person who was sitting in the other side of the room.

"Hello, Darling." his wife Rachel said with a voice of frozen helium. "How was your day at work?"

Adrian swallowed. I'm dead. Deader than dead. Stone-dead.

"Speechless, are we?" she mocked him, "Perhaps you're still in the mindset of a bra? Underwear can't talk, no can it?" 

"Honey,-" he started desperately, "-I will explain to-" 

"Oh, you don't have to, really." Rachel interrupted him jovially. "Your equally stunning and beautiful secretary already explained everything. A charming young lady, by the way. She even brought you home. 'Here's your husband, the bra.'" her gaze was withering now, "So you like being turned into her underwear. And you spent much of your time covering her breasts, groin or legs. That I already know. No, the real question you have to answer me is the following:" 

She pierced him with a merciless stare and Adrian swallowed again. 

"Do you like being turned into underwear or do you like being turned into Virginia's underwear." 

For a moment, Adrian looked at his wife incomprehensibly. Actually, this was an excellent question. One he'd never actually asked himself, he suddenly realized. 

"Oh." Rachel said, cocking an eyebrow. "I see that you haven't thought about this yourself. Very well. I'll give you time to ponder the question." she started to raise from her chair and suddenly, Adrian knew that he had to react now if he wanted to save his marriage. 

"Wait!" he gasped, and Rachel stopped, looking at him with a questioning gaze. "Honey, Rachel, I swear to you, I love you!" he told her pleadingly. "I've always loved you, I still love you and I will love you until death parts us, just as I have promised you on our wedding day. You have to believe me, there's nothing between me and Virginia! It's just... I have this strange craving, you know, to be worn be a woman. And she... well..." 

"She was available?" Rachel asked, seating herself again and Adrian nodded vigorously. 

"Yes, yes! Exactly! I... I just figured that nobody between us two would know of my strange desires!"

"Including your wife." she stated. It wasn't a question.

Adrian nodded, sweating heavily. "Yes... I was... I think I was scared."

"Scared?" Rachel blurted out, "About how I'd react if I knew that my husband wants to be lingerie?"

Adrian had to gape as Rachel suddenly began laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked uncomprehendingly. Not a minutes before she had wanted to skin him alive and now she was laughing?

"Oh, sorry." his wife wiped a couple of tears away. "It's just... hilarious, you know? Why do you think I'd have reacted poorly to such a revelation?" 

"Um... because it's strange?" 

Rachel snorted. "Oh, please. Having sex while being dragonflies is strange. Using a Venn Machine to transform into a toilet for a year is strange. Getting a kick out of being killed while venned is strange. But transforming into clothing? Come on - that's totally mainstream. It's like Soft-BDSM in the times before those machines popped up - practically everybody is trying it out, but nobody's admitting it." 

Now the CEO had to ogle his wife. "You mean...?" 

Rachel laughed again. "Of course. You'd have simply had to ask. I'd have said yes. You know my friend Trixie? Half the times she's at a party, her dress is her husband Dave. And I could recite you numerous more examples. But you're normally that immersed in your work that you don't fraternize that much with other people. Which, of course, means that they'll not share their Venn fantasies with you. Although, that point I have to concede, women seem to be more readily inclined to tell each other our fantasies." 

"So the other three examples you told me...?" he asked incredulously and Rachel nodded. 

"Yeah. The dragonfly, the toilet and the Venn-Kills, all are friends of mine. I'm not telling you who, of course,-" she grinned, "-but I'll give you a little bit of information regarding each of them: You know the 'male dragonfly' as well, in fact you've regularly played poker with him at one point, the one interested in Venn-Kills is a sweet, loving mother of several children and the toilet... well, you've probably used her two or three times during her 'sabbatical' year when you attended a party on her property." 

Adrian was totally speechless now and Rachel smiled smugly. "Although I only heard what and where she was after the year. Otherwise, I'd have warned you, of course." 

Only slowly Adrian managed to regain his composure. "So you're not-" he started, breaking off in mid-sentence and his wife looked at him with a mixture of amusement and temper. 

"-angry at you? Well, of course I don't like that you've been your secretary's underwear countless time. And I don't like you having secrets behind my back. But your fantasy of being lingerie? That I can live with. So let's just say I'm a bit... indignant, all right. After all, you haven't been unfaithful, technically." 

Adrian simply felt as if he'd been acquitted from a death tribunal. "Thank you!" he breathed out in a huge sigh of relief. "I'll never ever do it again. Although I'd like to ask you one question..." he gave the impression of a nervous schoolboy now and Rachel had to laugh again. 

"About whether I'll wear you or not? Well, why not." she smiled mischievously, "I wanted to go shopping for new lingerie, anyway. Perhaps, my husband can accompany me? And if this body isn't firm enough for you, well, you can always use the Venn Machine to, let's say, 'freshen me up' a bit, can't you?" 

Instead of an answer, Adrian threw his arms around his wife and hugged her tightly. 

"Easy!" Rachel laughed. "You're crushing me! And in fact, I think it has been time anyway for us two to spill our Venn fantasies to each other." 

Questioningly, Adrian looked at his wife. "Our?" he asked with furrowed brows, and now it was Rachel's turn to look embarrassed. 

"Well, I told you before that I don't like you having secrets behind my back." as Adrian nodded, Rachel took a deep breath and continued, "In fact, that wasn't really fair from my side. Because I've also secrets I have kept behind your back. All those 'shopping trips' I did with my friends? Well, I was traveling with my friends, but not for shopping. Instead, we had some fun with Venn Machines ourselves..." 

Adrian stared at Rachel with a blank face. "You had 'fun'?" he asked alarmed and Rachel waived her hands quickly. 

"Oh no, not such 'fun'. At least not me. I swear, I stayed faithful. But now that you've spilled your beans, I'd like to show you what I like to do with Venn Machines." 

"Ah." now Adrian understood. "And that would be?" 

"Oh, no." Rachel laughed. "I'd really like to show it to you, instead of explaining it. I was introduced to this concept that way myself, and it was awesome. Therefore I'd like you to experience the same awe. So please don't be mad with me if I don't tell you... yet." she smiled mischievously again.

"Hm..." Adrian pondered and then shrugged, "Sure, I'm interested. It only sounds fair." he said. "So to get to this mysterious Venn-Fun place, we have to travel? Would you mind traveling to that location on your own then? Only you and... your lingerie, perhaps?" 

Now his wife grinned broadly. "Darling, I think that's a wonderful idea!"