Playing with Fire
a
transformation story
by
clancy688
"Was that Shirley?" Scowling, I eyed Christine who put her phone down. I had better things to do in my summer holidays than to play chauffeur for my girlfriend and her best friend, especially when the two wanted me to drive them to a guaranteed super-boring art exhibition. Even more so, when the best friend in question wasn't appearing at the agreed on meeting point on the agreed on time.
Damn, I'd have loved to sleep a bit longer! I cursed inwardly. It was eight in the morning, practically still deep in the night for my holiday-standards. Oh, the joys of being a teenager with his own car. Sometimes it's more a burden than a blessing.
"Oh, chill." Christine grinned. "Yes, that was Shirley. And you're gonna like this: We're not driving to the art show."
"We're not? Yay! I mean, damn, then I could have joined my friends on their trip to the amusement park!" I had really been looking forward to the trip and that Christine had shanghaied me for her excursion hadn't done much to raise its appeal to me.
I was already on my way back to the car when Christine called after me. "Waaaait. Where do you think you're going?"
Irritated, I turned. "Driving home, getting some sleep. What do you think?"
My girlfriend furrowed her brows. "You're a sloth, you know that?" she chided me. "And who said anything about not doing something together today? I simply told you that the art show's canceled."
So much for that. Damn. "We're not going to another art show, are we?" I grumbled, which made Christine giggle.
"I don't know. Shirley simply told me that we should come to her place because she has something, quote, 'really cool' to show to us. Besides that, I have no idea. You know how she is. And besides, what's wrong with visiting art shows? I don't want a cultural philistine for a boyfriend."
"I simply don't like this kind of art." I murmured back. "I like other kind of art. Like movies. And anime. And cosplaying. These cosplayers you saw at Comic Con, that's the art I love!"
Christine simply wrinkled her nose. "I don't rate things which need short skirts and balloon breasts to be regarded 'good' as art. Stop moping already and get in the car."
"I thought you don't want me to enter the car?" I asked back confused, Christine rolling her eyes.
"Oh boy, Wayne, you're a sweet boyfriend but sometimes it's just a tad annoying that your brain's basically in hibernation mode until noon. I don't want you to drive home, but how do you suppose we will get to Shirley's house? I don't wanna walk."
"All right, all right." Surrendering, I started the engine.
As soon as she had parked her shapely ass in the passenger seat, Christine smiled comfortingly and put her hand on my knee. "Don't be disgruntled, darling." she told me soothingly. "I'm sure whatever Shirley's cooked up will be fun for you as well. And if not... we'll make our own fun this evening."
Then she gave me a kiss and I grinned. The prospect of a 'fun evening' with my girlfriend raised my spirits immensely and I chuckled in anticipation.
"Well then..." I said, already feeling more cheerful, and shifted into gear, "Let's see what Shirley has in store for us."
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"Hey, Christine. Wayne." Despite her looks and obvious fashion sense, Shirley had always been a bit odd, but now she acted really strange, opening the door only ajar and peering out cautiously as if she was awaiting a raiding party.
"You two alone? Perfect, come on in." Quickly, she ushered us into the large house.
"Are your folks gone?" Christine inquired as we moved past the empty kitchen and living room, and Shirley turned her head, showing a radiant smile.
"Yeah!" she piped, "Mum and Dad and Brad and Laila are visiting aunt Latisha. So it's only me."
I raised an eyebrow. "Laila? What's your brother and your sister-in-law doing here." Both of them were living abroad, after they'd married two years ago, Brad, a banker, had found work in London and moved to Europe.
"Just visiting. They've already been here for a week, and they'll stay for another. But actually, Laila is kind of the reason why I've asked you over." By now, we had arrived in Shirley's bedroom and she started rummaging in her drawer. Out of a large pile of bedclothes, she pulled a small, non-descript stick.
"Tada!" she presented the piece of wood with a beaming smile.
"Um... that's a cool stick." Christine remarked. "What's it do?"
Shirley's smile became even bigger. "It's reaaaally cool! You see, my sister-in-law seems to be a witch. And that's her magic wand!"
"She's an amateur magician?" Interested, I raised an eyebrow. I had met Laila once, and while she'd been polite and nice, she had appeared rather cold and calculating to me, not like someone who was doing magic tricks.
"No, silly." Shirley giggled. "I mean, she's a real witch. Doing real magic. And that's a real magic wand."
"Riiiiight." Sceptically, Christine eyed her friend. "Real magic. Since when's magic real? Since pigs fly?" I absolutely had to agree with my girlfriend there, after all, the idea of real, working magic was ludicrous, but both of us weren't prepared for what happened next.
Because Shirley didn't seem perturbed by our skepticism. In the contrary. "Yeah, that's what I thought, too." she admitted cheerfully. "Until I secretly observed her doing... this!" Widely grinning, she raised the wand and tipped her jeans. "Dress!" she said loudly, and both me and Christine gasped as within moments, her trousers morphed into a yellow dress.
Speechless, I ogled smirking Shirley in her impossible new attire, my girlfriend doing the same. She was the first to regain her composition, though.
"That was... a remarkable trick." she said stocking. "How did you do it?"
"No trick. Real magic. Look." This time, Shirley tipped her top "T-Shirt!" And immediately, the fabric changed into the new shape.
"But... but..." my girlfriend protested weakly. "That's impossible! Magic doesn't exist! That HAS to be a trick!"
Shirley rolled her eyes. "Quite the stubborn one, are you? Well, look at this. Diving suit!" My eyes nearly popped out of my head as Shirley suddenly was dressed in a tight-fitting diving suit.
"See? No trick in the world could have put me into the diving suit that fast. Real magic. But ugh, that's uncomfortable... and hot..." A few commands later, Shirley stood in her normal clothes again in front of us, Christine and me still trying to come to grips with what we had just seen.
"Oookay..." I said slowly. "So your sister-in-law is a witch. And she lent you her wand?"
Shirley giggled. "No. She doesn't know that I have it."
"Wait... you STOLE it?" Christine blurted out exasperated and Shirley furrowed her brows.
"No! I borrowed it! Laila doesn't know that I learned her secret. I observed her, by chance, when she was using this thing to build herself a fitting outfit for an evening in town. I'd always wondered how she managed to travel with that less luggage...!"
"But..." my head was spinning, "Why didn't you simply ask her about it! I mean, she seems like a nice person!"
Now, Shirley simply shrugged. "Hey, she's a witch. Who knows what she'll do to guard her secret? I don't wanna be turned into a frog."
"And you're not afraid that she'll turn you into a frog when she realizes that you've stolen from her?" my girlfriend objected.
"Borrowed." Shirley corrected her unfazed. "And as long as she doesn't know, everything will be fine. I'll put the wand back before she returns. Until then... we'll play dress-up!"
"Dress-up?" All at once, Christine's eyes started to sparkle. Uh, oh. I knew that sparkle... "You mean, like us changing our clothes in our dream outfit?" she asked breathlessly. I could literally see the wheels turning in her head. What Shirley had just proposed was like shopping - only without spending money and looking for stuff. In short, any girl's wet dream.
Enthusiastically, Shirley bobbed her head up and down. "Yeah! Let's dress ourselves in the coolest, the sexiest, the costliest outfits. With the wand, that'll be easy!"
With each passing second, Christine seemed to warm up more to the idea. "That would be so awesome!" she exclaimed, "I always wanted to see me in a ball gown! And a professional skirt suit! And-"
I sensed a golden opportunity here. "Really great idea!" I interjected quickly. "You girls have fun. I'll probably only be in the way, so I'll drive-"
Mercilessly, Christine crushed my feeble efforts at flight. "Nada. You stay." she ordered sternly. "I need my boyfriend to tell me what's looking good and what not. And then I need you to drive us into town. I think that's a great idea, but where's the fun when we're not showing off our new garb? What do you think, Shirley?"
The other girl grinned. "Of course! So you wanna see what you look like in a ball gown? Well, I want, too. Let's see!" Enthusiastically, she raised her hand with the wand. "Ball gown!" she yelled and let it come down on Christine's upper body with gusto. With a bit too much gusto, unfortunately. The motion's inertia apparently messed with Shirley's aim, and instead on Christine's clothed breast, the tip of the wand landed on her exposed neck.
And in the next moment, a ball gown appeared. Not in place of her clothes, though. But under them. In place of my girlfriend. My jaw hit the bottom as a wonderfully adorned pink ball gown fluttered to the floor, accompanied by the rest of Christine's garments. Shocked, Shirley uttered a startled yelp and threw the wand away, the infernal thing sailing directly in my direction. Only a quick dive towards the floor saved me from being hit by it.
"What the fuck have you done?" I roared horrified from the carpet, crawling towards the heap of clothes. Desperately I started searching for my girlfriend. There was a pair of shoes, a pair of socks, a bra and panties, trousers and a top, even her jewelry. Everything she'd worn. But no Christine. And a ball gown. Which she hadn't worn.
With saucer-wide eyes, Shirley regarded the scene. "I... I didn't... I wanted... ohmygod!" she uttered panicking while I clutched the ball gown.
"You transformed my girlfriend into a dress!" I wailed accusingly, shocked to the core. My God! What do we do now?
"Gown!" Shirley corrected automatically. "It was an accident, I swear! I didn't want this!"
Aghast, I studied the ball gown, Christine's changed shape, in my hands. It, she, looked and felt like any other normal garment. "Can you change her back?" I demanded and Shirley awoke from her state of shock, her eyes darting around the room, looking for the wand.
"I'll try!" she exclaimed nervously, finally spotting the stick and cautiously touching it like an especially sensitive bomb.
"Carefully!" I growled as she moved the thing towards the ball gown. I didn't want to be turned into clothing as well!
"Yeah... um... Christine!" Gently, Shirley tapped the gown and in the next moment, I was cradling a naked, confused blinking Christine in my arms instead of a ballgown.
"It worked!" I exclaimed with incredible relief and hugged her, Shirley doing the same from the other side.
"Wow..." my girlfriend slowly said, dazed. "That was... strange."
"Strange?" I muttered, "You were a dress! That damn wand took your humanity away! In your position, I wouldn't touch the frigging thing anymore!"
"What?" Christine looked at me, but then suddenly became aware of her nudity. With a bright red face, she wrestled herself out of Shirley's and mine hug and then quickly hulled herself in a blanket. "But it wasn't bad!" she complained as soon as she was covered up.
I froze. "Wait... what do you mean?" I asked confused. "Let me explain, the wand just transformed you into a ball gown and-"
"I know! And it felt good. Especially when you were touching me!"
"WHAT?" Shirley blurted out and I was dumbstruck as well. "You could still feel?"
Now, Christine even began to grin. "Not only that." she exclaimed with sparkling eyes. "I could even see and hear! Don't ask me why or how, but it worked. It felt really strange, I tell you. Suddenly I wasn't breathing anymore, and I felt so light and soft. And when Wayne stroked me..." Dreamily, she stared into the air. "I want to try it again! And this time, I want you to wear me, Shirley!"
Stunned, I stared at my girlfriend. "You can't be serious!" I exclaimed unbelievingly. "You want to be a dress?"
Christine grinned. "Yeah, why not? We've just seen that it is perfectly harmless and reversible. And it felt really good, I tell you. But I still felt that something was missing..."
"But you'd be not human anymore but an object! Doesn't this, you know, scare you?"
Christine blushed slightly. "Well..." she said, "I've never told you because I thought you'd find it odd, but I've always had these... fantasies. Of being turned into clothing and worn. That it's actually possible..." Dreamily, she turned her gaze towards Shirley. "Would you do this, girlfriend? Changing me into your dress and wearing me? Come on, please, only for ten minutes!"
Shirley gulped. "You mean, I would be wearing my best friend, who's transformed into clothing?" Christine nodded and for a short moment I hoped that Shirley would decline. Yeah, right. Shirley putting down a crazy request. Fat chance. If it would be a normal request, she'd probably put it down because it was boring, but unfortunately she had other standards when it came to crazy things...
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "That would be so fucking hot! Of course I'll do it!"
Just great. I hate it, when I'm right.
"Yesss!" Grinning, Christine darted forwards. "So what will I be?"
"Hmm..." I could only helplessly watch on as Shirley pondered my girlfriend's fate. "As a ball gown you looked awesome, but it's a pain in the ass to get such a garment on. No, I think I'd like you best as a... little black dress." And for the second time in minutes, my girlfriend disappeared, replaced by a fluttering piece of fabric.
I gasped as Shirley put the wand aside and reached into the collapsed blanket which had covered Christine, pulling her out, now in the shape of revealing, black dress. Squealing in delight, she held the shape of my girlfriend in front of herself.
"Ohh, you're going to make me look so sexy!" she cooed happily, a wide grin spreading over her whole face. Then she looked up. "Hey Wayne, get out, I wanna change." she ordered and somehow, I managed to stumble out of her room, collapsing on the large living room's couch. My thoughts were racing, the whole thing was simply too crazy. My girlfriend, willingly changed into clothing, for God's sake!
I was still pondering this when I heard a cough behind me. I turned and gaped at Shirley. Grinning, the girl stood in the door frame, her shape only rudimentary covered by a small black dress. The garment fit perfectly, hugging every curve and showing as much skin as possible.
Seductively, Shirley walked over to me. "What do you think?" she asked, posing in front of me. "Does your girlfriend fit me?" I gulped as she ran her hands up and down the dress, pressing it towards her body. She licked her lips. "She's really making me look sexy, isn't she?"
"Um... yeah... you look... fantastic..." I stammered, beads of sweat appearing on my head. Slowly, Shirley bent over giving me a nearly perfect view of her cleavage. Oh God, the girl wasn't wearing a bra below Christine!
Her face came closer and closer. "You know..." she breathed into my ear, her finger starting to trace the muscles on my chest, "...this makes me really horny. Doesn't it make you, too?"
Desperately, I tried to think of math exercises to solve, anything to keep my blood pressure in check. "I-I can't!" I stammered, staring at the girl in front of me. "Christine would still be hearing and seeing everything! I mean, no, that's not what I mean! I won't cheat on her!"
"Christine's my dress." Shirley said, her mouth inches away from mine now, "Only a dress, not human. How can you cheat on a dress?"
Only millimeters were missing before her lips would meet mine, and with a desperate cry, I launched myself out of the couch, darting towards the door. I hadn't quite reached the safety of the floor when behind me, I could hear loud laughter erupting.
"Oh boy!" Shirley panted while wiping her eyes dry. "This was awesome! Don't worry, I just wanted to test you. But I'm sure good Christine here-" she hugged her dress with an evil grin "-became a bit distraught for a moment. Oh, and don't give me that look. It was just a joke. So... I guess I'll give you your girlfriend back."
Unperturbed by my glare, Shirley disappeared into her room. Defeated, I plopped onto the couch again. Oh God... I wish we'd have gone to the art show... that would have been super boring... but at the moment, I'd gladly trade this mad... excitement her for some boredom!
I was still commiserating when Christine came back into the room, human again. "You know, I'm proud of you, Wayne." she exclaimed grinning. "For a moment, I was afraid that you'd give in. Shirley can be quite the vixen. I think that she's fully capable of seducing you while wearing me, so lucky me that I didn't have to find out whether she was bluffing..."
"I love you babe, I'd never cheat on you." I replied weakly, and with a loving smile, Christine came over and gave me a deep kiss.
"Ah, you're so sweet, Wayne." she cooed while hugging me.
"Speaking of which, where is Shirley?" Actually, I had a suspicion, and I wanted the answer before I started something with Shirley on this couch.
My girlfriend simply giggled. "What do you think?" She asked, indirectly confirming my guess. Christine stood up and did a short twirl, showing off the blue dress she was wearing. "She's my dress, of course."
I sighed. "You're mad, both of you."
Christine pouted. "Oh come on, it's temporary. Don't you want to ask me how I felt, being a dress and being worn? Come on, ask it!"
I gulped. Actually, I didn't want to ask, didn't want to know, but Christine's stare clearly told me that I didn't have a choice here. I surrendered. "Okay, how did it feel?"
"Ohhh, it was sooo totally awesome!" my girlfriend literally exploded with vigor. "I couldn't move anything, felt so helpless, somehow that really turned me on! And having Shirley's body in me, practically hugging her with every fiber of my being... I've never felt better. And when she touched me, pressed me against her body-" now her hands were moving up and down her dress, mirroring Shirley's previous movements "-that was like the best orgasm ever!"
Grinning, she patted her dress again. "And I'm sure that Shirley has just a good time as me before. She really suits me, doesn't she? Fits perfect, in all the right places. Although..." Christine seemed to ponder. "There's still something missing."
"Missing?" I echoed and a mischievous smile creeped on her face. "Yeah..." she said juicily, and suddenly I felt insecure. She was planning something, but... "Yeah, I know. My legs aren't looking right yet. I think I need a... pantyhose!"
My eyes flew wide open as suddenly, the wand appeared in Christine's hand. She somehow must have hidden it inside her clothes, and desperately, I tried to escape. But she was standing and I was sitting, and there was no way for me to evade the stick which was coming down towards me in a wide arc. And therefore I could only gape horrified as the tip made contact with my head.
In the next moment, I felt myself flutter to the bottom. I tried to move, to shout at Christine for her irresponsibility, but I literally couldn't. Stunned, I lay there, paralyzed, until her hand came forward and scooped me up. I was not breathing anymore, but somehow I wasn't panicking. This felt so incredibly strange, I was light, almost non-existent, and how her hands moved over my smooth body...
Smiling, she viewed me, chuckling slightly. "I'm sure for not asking you for your permission, Wayne." she told me with a bit of guilt in her voice, "But you'd have never let me do this to you."
Of course I wouldn't! I cried back silently, You transformed me into an frigging object, damn it!
But there was no possibility for me to express my dismay loudly, and therefore I was condemned to be a silent observer while Christine took me back into Shirley's room, softly humming all the way. Purposefully, she strode directly towards the large mirror and then held me up. "Here, that's you!"
Even if I wouldn't have been forcefully silenced, I probably would have lost my speech. Because in the mirror, I could see Christine holding up nothing more than a normal pantyhose, just like thousands of others. That this was actually me...
Giggling, Christine threw me towards the bed where I floated down softly. "Oh, you're going to make my legs soooo good!" she cooed excited. "I'll even put you on without panties!" Out of the corner of my eyes (How did that work, anyway? I mean, pantyhoses doesn't have eyes, for God's sake!) I saw her flopping down on a chair and hiking her dress, actually Shirley, up and removing her panties. Then she darted over and took me up again.
I dreaded what had to come next but when it happened, it was actually quite the opposite of what I had feared. The moment she slipped her foot into my... 'body', it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. More and more of my body was pulled over her gorgeous legs, until all of me was hugging her legs and privates. It was incredible. I felt as if every square inch of my body was touching her skin.
No wonder, every square inch of your body is touching her skin after all, guess that's natural for pantyhose! I chided myself, but then my thoughts were interrupted as Christine started moving. She stroked her hands over my body a few times and then stood up, walking towards the mirror. It was unbelievable, I could feel every muscle of her moving under her skin. I nearly lost myself in the sensations there, but then she stopped in front of the reflective surface.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There she stood, my girlfriend Christine, wearing a blue dress and her beautiful legs encased in nude pantyhose. That this pantyhose was actually me...!
Christine apparently couldn't quite believe it either. She ogled her appearance for a while and then started posing. "Oh, wow..." she murmured. "This is soooo hot! I can't believe that I'm actually wearing my boyfriend and my best friend! You're making me look sooo sexy!" Lovingly, she stroked my nylon body with her hand and would I still have possessed a mouth, I would have moaned in pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, Christine took quite a few selfies of herself - well, of us, actually - in all kinds of different poses. It was still hard to come to grips with the fact that the nylons on her legs were in fact me, but much to my surprise (and horror) I started to enjoy the whole thing. Well, better for the whole ordeal to feel nice than terrible... I mused inwardly and resigning, I waited for my girlfriend to turn me back.
After all, there wasn't anything else I could do, really. Unfortunately, Christine didn't seem to be in any hurry to do so. After she'd finished her private photo shoot-out, she started prowling around the house for a while before flopping herself down in front of the television. Giggling, she grabbed the remote and started watching TV, seemingly ignoring Shirley and me.
Great. I thought miffed. Now I'm spending the day making my girlfriend's legs look good. And I can't even see the television's screen because the damn table is in the way. That's- ohhhh! As if she'd heard me, Christine shifted on the couch, rubbing her nylon-covered, well, me-covered legs across each other. For a moment, my mind simply exploded in bliss, like the best orgasm I'd ever had. And now she was even starting to tease and rub my fabric...! Okay, never mind the TV... this is even better...
When she finally turned me and Shirley back nearly an hour later, I was even a bit disappointed. While the whole thing still creeped me out to no ends, having been pantyhose on her legs had felt better than anything I'd ever experienced.
"Wooooah!" Shirley cried out as soon as she was human again, not even caring for the fact that she was totally naked. "That was awesome! That was beyond awesome! I have no words!"
"So you're not miffed that I've been wearing you for such a long time?" Christine asked with a nervous twinkle. "I got kind of carried away there, sorry..."
"What are you talking about?" Shirley was now bouncing up and down, and I had to expend all my self-control to not stare at her equally bouncing breasts. "That was like totally awesome! It felt simply great! And when you didn't talk with us anymore, simply treating us like clothing... boahhhh. I wanna do it again!"
Christine giggled at her friend's enthusiasm. Then she looked at me. "And was it as good for you as it was for her, Wayne?"
Scowling, I looked back at my girlfriend. "Next time, please warn me when you're trying to transform me. That was not cool and I don't want you to surprise me in such a way ever again." I told her scathingly. Then, though, I took a deep breath. "That being said, I have to concede that it felt... not bad." I blushed a bit at the admission and Shirley chuckled.
"Typical Wayne, always the humble one. So, now that we've established how cool the whole thing is... wanna continue?"
While Christine suddenly looked interested, I nearly chocked. "Continue? What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on." Shirley laughed. "Now I wanna find out how it feels to be pantyhose. Christine, you wanna wear me now?"
My girlfriend grinned back. "No chance. I just wore you. Now it's my turn to be worn again. You make me into pantyhose."
"Bah." Shirley seemed disappointed. "Then let's take turns, okay?"
"Deal!"
Silently, I sneaked out of the room. These two were totally crazy! Playing around with magic, things they had no idea how they worked. That was playing with fire! And so I placed myself in front of the TV again while the two used the wand. From time to time, one of them would come into the room, wearing the other. Pantyhose and dress had just been the beginning. The two girls tried out a dizzying collection of forms. Bras, panties, tops, skirts... it was unbelievable. At one point, Christine darted into the room wearing a beautiful cocktail dress. Five minutes later, Shirley showed off a spectacular wedding gown.
I had almost grown accustomed to their madness when my girlfriend surprised me with something new.
"Hey, buster." I heard her say in a sensual voice and turned. She'd just been a colorful swimming suit on Shirley's body, and so I expected her to be wearing her friend as such a garment as well, but apparently, she'd decided upon something more... revealing.
"Hey, you back from being a swimming sui- sweet mother of God!" My eyes nearly popped out of my eyes as I took in Christine's appearance. She was standing in the door frame, completely nude except for a translucent nightie which was doing nothing to hide her assets.
Seductively, she walked towards me, her hands roaming over her body. "Do you like what you see?"
I could only stammer. "What... why... I mean... is that Shirley?"
"Of course." she purred. "She looks really sexy on me, doesn't she?"
"But... what..."
"Shhh..." By now, she had reached me and put her finger on my lips. Then slowly bent over, giving me a kiss, one of her hands scooping up one of mine and placing it on her Shirley-covered breast. "I just want to make up for before. So I suggest we have some fun..."
"But... Shirley will be seeing everything!" I protested, desperately trying to hold my hormones in check. Of course it didn't work and there was already a noticeable tent forming in my pants.
"Do you see any Shirley?" my girlfriend breathed, starting to nibble on my ears. "It's only you and me and my nightie... oh, this is making me sooo horny... please, I know that you want it as well!"
She was right there. I did want it as well.
"You two alone? Perfect, come on in." Quickly, she ushered us into the large house.
"Are your folks gone?" Christine inquired as we moved past the empty kitchen and living room, and Shirley turned her head, showing a radiant smile.
"Yeah!" she piped, "Mum and Dad and Brad and Laila are visiting aunt Latisha. So it's only me."
I raised an eyebrow. "Laila? What's your brother and your sister-in-law doing here." Both of them were living abroad, after they'd married two years ago, Brad, a banker, had found work in London and moved to Europe.
"Just visiting. They've already been here for a week, and they'll stay for another. But actually, Laila is kind of the reason why I've asked you over." By now, we had arrived in Shirley's bedroom and she started rummaging in her drawer. Out of a large pile of bedclothes, she pulled a small, non-descript stick.
"Tada!" she presented the piece of wood with a beaming smile.
"Um... that's a cool stick." Christine remarked. "What's it do?"
Shirley's smile became even bigger. "It's reaaaally cool! You see, my sister-in-law seems to be a witch. And that's her magic wand!"
"She's an amateur magician?" Interested, I raised an eyebrow. I had met Laila once, and while she'd been polite and nice, she had appeared rather cold and calculating to me, not like someone who was doing magic tricks.
"No, silly." Shirley giggled. "I mean, she's a real witch. Doing real magic. And that's a real magic wand."
"Riiiiight." Sceptically, Christine eyed her friend. "Real magic. Since when's magic real? Since pigs fly?" I absolutely had to agree with my girlfriend there, after all, the idea of real, working magic was ludicrous, but both of us weren't prepared for what happened next.
Because Shirley didn't seem perturbed by our skepticism. In the contrary. "Yeah, that's what I thought, too." she admitted cheerfully. "Until I secretly observed her doing... this!" Widely grinning, she raised the wand and tipped her jeans. "Dress!" she said loudly, and both me and Christine gasped as within moments, her trousers morphed into a yellow dress.
Speechless, I ogled smirking Shirley in her impossible new attire, my girlfriend doing the same. She was the first to regain her composition, though.
"That was... a remarkable trick." she said stocking. "How did you do it?"
"No trick. Real magic. Look." This time, Shirley tipped her top "T-Shirt!" And immediately, the fabric changed into the new shape.
"But... but..." my girlfriend protested weakly. "That's impossible! Magic doesn't exist! That HAS to be a trick!"
Shirley rolled her eyes. "Quite the stubborn one, are you? Well, look at this. Diving suit!" My eyes nearly popped out of my head as Shirley suddenly was dressed in a tight-fitting diving suit.
"See? No trick in the world could have put me into the diving suit that fast. Real magic. But ugh, that's uncomfortable... and hot..." A few commands later, Shirley stood in her normal clothes again in front of us, Christine and me still trying to come to grips with what we had just seen.
"Oookay..." I said slowly. "So your sister-in-law is a witch. And she lent you her wand?"
Shirley giggled. "No. She doesn't know that I have it."
"Wait... you STOLE it?" Christine blurted out exasperated and Shirley furrowed her brows.
"No! I borrowed it! Laila doesn't know that I learned her secret. I observed her, by chance, when she was using this thing to build herself a fitting outfit for an evening in town. I'd always wondered how she managed to travel with that less luggage...!"
"But..." my head was spinning, "Why didn't you simply ask her about it! I mean, she seems like a nice person!"
Now, Shirley simply shrugged. "Hey, she's a witch. Who knows what she'll do to guard her secret? I don't wanna be turned into a frog."
"And you're not afraid that she'll turn you into a frog when she realizes that you've stolen from her?" my girlfriend objected.
"Borrowed." Shirley corrected her unfazed. "And as long as she doesn't know, everything will be fine. I'll put the wand back before she returns. Until then... we'll play dress-up!"
"Dress-up?" All at once, Christine's eyes started to sparkle. Uh, oh. I knew that sparkle... "You mean, like us changing our clothes in our dream outfit?" she asked breathlessly. I could literally see the wheels turning in her head. What Shirley had just proposed was like shopping - only without spending money and looking for stuff. In short, any girl's wet dream.
Enthusiastically, Shirley bobbed her head up and down. "Yeah! Let's dress ourselves in the coolest, the sexiest, the costliest outfits. With the wand, that'll be easy!"
With each passing second, Christine seemed to warm up more to the idea. "That would be so awesome!" she exclaimed, "I always wanted to see me in a ball gown! And a professional skirt suit! And-"
I sensed a golden opportunity here. "Really great idea!" I interjected quickly. "You girls have fun. I'll probably only be in the way, so I'll drive-"
Mercilessly, Christine crushed my feeble efforts at flight. "Nada. You stay." she ordered sternly. "I need my boyfriend to tell me what's looking good and what not. And then I need you to drive us into town. I think that's a great idea, but where's the fun when we're not showing off our new garb? What do you think, Shirley?"
The other girl grinned. "Of course! So you wanna see what you look like in a ball gown? Well, I want, too. Let's see!" Enthusiastically, she raised her hand with the wand. "Ball gown!" she yelled and let it come down on Christine's upper body with gusto. With a bit too much gusto, unfortunately. The motion's inertia apparently messed with Shirley's aim, and instead on Christine's clothed breast, the tip of the wand landed on her exposed neck.
And in the next moment, a ball gown appeared. Not in place of her clothes, though. But under them. In place of my girlfriend. My jaw hit the bottom as a wonderfully adorned pink ball gown fluttered to the floor, accompanied by the rest of Christine's garments. Shocked, Shirley uttered a startled yelp and threw the wand away, the infernal thing sailing directly in my direction. Only a quick dive towards the floor saved me from being hit by it.
"What the fuck have you done?" I roared horrified from the carpet, crawling towards the heap of clothes. Desperately I started searching for my girlfriend. There was a pair of shoes, a pair of socks, a bra and panties, trousers and a top, even her jewelry. Everything she'd worn. But no Christine. And a ball gown. Which she hadn't worn.
With saucer-wide eyes, Shirley regarded the scene. "I... I didn't... I wanted... ohmygod!" she uttered panicking while I clutched the ball gown.
"You transformed my girlfriend into a dress!" I wailed accusingly, shocked to the core. My God! What do we do now?
"Gown!" Shirley corrected automatically. "It was an accident, I swear! I didn't want this!"
Aghast, I studied the ball gown, Christine's changed shape, in my hands. It, she, looked and felt like any other normal garment. "Can you change her back?" I demanded and Shirley awoke from her state of shock, her eyes darting around the room, looking for the wand.
"I'll try!" she exclaimed nervously, finally spotting the stick and cautiously touching it like an especially sensitive bomb.
"Carefully!" I growled as she moved the thing towards the ball gown. I didn't want to be turned into clothing as well!
"Yeah... um... Christine!" Gently, Shirley tapped the gown and in the next moment, I was cradling a naked, confused blinking Christine in my arms instead of a ballgown.
"It worked!" I exclaimed with incredible relief and hugged her, Shirley doing the same from the other side.
"Wow..." my girlfriend slowly said, dazed. "That was... strange."
"Strange?" I muttered, "You were a dress! That damn wand took your humanity away! In your position, I wouldn't touch the frigging thing anymore!"
"What?" Christine looked at me, but then suddenly became aware of her nudity. With a bright red face, she wrestled herself out of Shirley's and mine hug and then quickly hulled herself in a blanket. "But it wasn't bad!" she complained as soon as she was covered up.
I froze. "Wait... what do you mean?" I asked confused. "Let me explain, the wand just transformed you into a ball gown and-"
"I know! And it felt good. Especially when you were touching me!"
"WHAT?" Shirley blurted out and I was dumbstruck as well. "You could still feel?"
Now, Christine even began to grin. "Not only that." she exclaimed with sparkling eyes. "I could even see and hear! Don't ask me why or how, but it worked. It felt really strange, I tell you. Suddenly I wasn't breathing anymore, and I felt so light and soft. And when Wayne stroked me..." Dreamily, she stared into the air. "I want to try it again! And this time, I want you to wear me, Shirley!"
Stunned, I stared at my girlfriend. "You can't be serious!" I exclaimed unbelievingly. "You want to be a dress?"
Christine grinned. "Yeah, why not? We've just seen that it is perfectly harmless and reversible. And it felt really good, I tell you. But I still felt that something was missing..."
"But you'd be not human anymore but an object! Doesn't this, you know, scare you?"
Christine blushed slightly. "Well..." she said, "I've never told you because I thought you'd find it odd, but I've always had these... fantasies. Of being turned into clothing and worn. That it's actually possible..." Dreamily, she turned her gaze towards Shirley. "Would you do this, girlfriend? Changing me into your dress and wearing me? Come on, please, only for ten minutes!"
Shirley gulped. "You mean, I would be wearing my best friend, who's transformed into clothing?" Christine nodded and for a short moment I hoped that Shirley would decline. Yeah, right. Shirley putting down a crazy request. Fat chance. If it would be a normal request, she'd probably put it down because it was boring, but unfortunately she had other standards when it came to crazy things...
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "That would be so fucking hot! Of course I'll do it!"
Just great. I hate it, when I'm right.
"Yesss!" Grinning, Christine darted forwards. "So what will I be?"
"Hmm..." I could only helplessly watch on as Shirley pondered my girlfriend's fate. "As a ball gown you looked awesome, but it's a pain in the ass to get such a garment on. No, I think I'd like you best as a... little black dress." And for the second time in minutes, my girlfriend disappeared, replaced by a fluttering piece of fabric.
I gasped as Shirley put the wand aside and reached into the collapsed blanket which had covered Christine, pulling her out, now in the shape of revealing, black dress. Squealing in delight, she held the shape of my girlfriend in front of herself.
"Ohh, you're going to make me look so sexy!" she cooed happily, a wide grin spreading over her whole face. Then she looked up. "Hey Wayne, get out, I wanna change." she ordered and somehow, I managed to stumble out of her room, collapsing on the large living room's couch. My thoughts were racing, the whole thing was simply too crazy. My girlfriend, willingly changed into clothing, for God's sake!
I was still pondering this when I heard a cough behind me. I turned and gaped at Shirley. Grinning, the girl stood in the door frame, her shape only rudimentary covered by a small black dress. The garment fit perfectly, hugging every curve and showing as much skin as possible.
Seductively, Shirley walked over to me. "What do you think?" she asked, posing in front of me. "Does your girlfriend fit me?" I gulped as she ran her hands up and down the dress, pressing it towards her body. She licked her lips. "She's really making me look sexy, isn't she?"
"Um... yeah... you look... fantastic..." I stammered, beads of sweat appearing on my head. Slowly, Shirley bent over giving me a nearly perfect view of her cleavage. Oh God, the girl wasn't wearing a bra below Christine!
Her face came closer and closer. "You know..." she breathed into my ear, her finger starting to trace the muscles on my chest, "...this makes me really horny. Doesn't it make you, too?"
Desperately, I tried to think of math exercises to solve, anything to keep my blood pressure in check. "I-I can't!" I stammered, staring at the girl in front of me. "Christine would still be hearing and seeing everything! I mean, no, that's not what I mean! I won't cheat on her!"
"Christine's my dress." Shirley said, her mouth inches away from mine now, "Only a dress, not human. How can you cheat on a dress?"
Only millimeters were missing before her lips would meet mine, and with a desperate cry, I launched myself out of the couch, darting towards the door. I hadn't quite reached the safety of the floor when behind me, I could hear loud laughter erupting.
"Oh boy!" Shirley panted while wiping her eyes dry. "This was awesome! Don't worry, I just wanted to test you. But I'm sure good Christine here-" she hugged her dress with an evil grin "-became a bit distraught for a moment. Oh, and don't give me that look. It was just a joke. So... I guess I'll give you your girlfriend back."
Unperturbed by my glare, Shirley disappeared into her room. Defeated, I plopped onto the couch again. Oh God... I wish we'd have gone to the art show... that would have been super boring... but at the moment, I'd gladly trade this mad... excitement her for some boredom!
I was still commiserating when Christine came back into the room, human again. "You know, I'm proud of you, Wayne." she exclaimed grinning. "For a moment, I was afraid that you'd give in. Shirley can be quite the vixen. I think that she's fully capable of seducing you while wearing me, so lucky me that I didn't have to find out whether she was bluffing..."
"I love you babe, I'd never cheat on you." I replied weakly, and with a loving smile, Christine came over and gave me a deep kiss.
"Ah, you're so sweet, Wayne." she cooed while hugging me.
"Speaking of which, where is Shirley?" Actually, I had a suspicion, and I wanted the answer before I started something with Shirley on this couch.
My girlfriend simply giggled. "What do you think?" She asked, indirectly confirming my guess. Christine stood up and did a short twirl, showing off the blue dress she was wearing. "She's my dress, of course."
I sighed. "You're mad, both of you."
Christine pouted. "Oh come on, it's temporary. Don't you want to ask me how I felt, being a dress and being worn? Come on, ask it!"
I gulped. Actually, I didn't want to ask, didn't want to know, but Christine's stare clearly told me that I didn't have a choice here. I surrendered. "Okay, how did it feel?"
"Ohhh, it was sooo totally awesome!" my girlfriend literally exploded with vigor. "I couldn't move anything, felt so helpless, somehow that really turned me on! And having Shirley's body in me, practically hugging her with every fiber of my being... I've never felt better. And when she touched me, pressed me against her body-" now her hands were moving up and down her dress, mirroring Shirley's previous movements "-that was like the best orgasm ever!"
Grinning, she patted her dress again. "And I'm sure that Shirley has just a good time as me before. She really suits me, doesn't she? Fits perfect, in all the right places. Although..." Christine seemed to ponder. "There's still something missing."
"Missing?" I echoed and a mischievous smile creeped on her face. "Yeah..." she said juicily, and suddenly I felt insecure. She was planning something, but... "Yeah, I know. My legs aren't looking right yet. I think I need a... pantyhose!"
My eyes flew wide open as suddenly, the wand appeared in Christine's hand. She somehow must have hidden it inside her clothes, and desperately, I tried to escape. But she was standing and I was sitting, and there was no way for me to evade the stick which was coming down towards me in a wide arc. And therefore I could only gape horrified as the tip made contact with my head.
In the next moment, I felt myself flutter to the bottom. I tried to move, to shout at Christine for her irresponsibility, but I literally couldn't. Stunned, I lay there, paralyzed, until her hand came forward and scooped me up. I was not breathing anymore, but somehow I wasn't panicking. This felt so incredibly strange, I was light, almost non-existent, and how her hands moved over my smooth body...
Smiling, she viewed me, chuckling slightly. "I'm sure for not asking you for your permission, Wayne." she told me with a bit of guilt in her voice, "But you'd have never let me do this to you."
Of course I wouldn't! I cried back silently, You transformed me into an frigging object, damn it!
But there was no possibility for me to express my dismay loudly, and therefore I was condemned to be a silent observer while Christine took me back into Shirley's room, softly humming all the way. Purposefully, she strode directly towards the large mirror and then held me up. "Here, that's you!"
Even if I wouldn't have been forcefully silenced, I probably would have lost my speech. Because in the mirror, I could see Christine holding up nothing more than a normal pantyhose, just like thousands of others. That this was actually me...
Giggling, Christine threw me towards the bed where I floated down softly. "Oh, you're going to make my legs soooo good!" she cooed excited. "I'll even put you on without panties!" Out of the corner of my eyes (How did that work, anyway? I mean, pantyhoses doesn't have eyes, for God's sake!) I saw her flopping down on a chair and hiking her dress, actually Shirley, up and removing her panties. Then she darted over and took me up again.
I dreaded what had to come next but when it happened, it was actually quite the opposite of what I had feared. The moment she slipped her foot into my... 'body', it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. More and more of my body was pulled over her gorgeous legs, until all of me was hugging her legs and privates. It was incredible. I felt as if every square inch of my body was touching her skin.
No wonder, every square inch of your body is touching her skin after all, guess that's natural for pantyhose! I chided myself, but then my thoughts were interrupted as Christine started moving. She stroked her hands over my body a few times and then stood up, walking towards the mirror. It was unbelievable, I could feel every muscle of her moving under her skin. I nearly lost myself in the sensations there, but then she stopped in front of the reflective surface.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There she stood, my girlfriend Christine, wearing a blue dress and her beautiful legs encased in nude pantyhose. That this pantyhose was actually me...!
Christine apparently couldn't quite believe it either. She ogled her appearance for a while and then started posing. "Oh, wow..." she murmured. "This is soooo hot! I can't believe that I'm actually wearing my boyfriend and my best friend! You're making me look sooo sexy!" Lovingly, she stroked my nylon body with her hand and would I still have possessed a mouth, I would have moaned in pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, Christine took quite a few selfies of herself - well, of us, actually - in all kinds of different poses. It was still hard to come to grips with the fact that the nylons on her legs were in fact me, but much to my surprise (and horror) I started to enjoy the whole thing. Well, better for the whole ordeal to feel nice than terrible... I mused inwardly and resigning, I waited for my girlfriend to turn me back.
After all, there wasn't anything else I could do, really. Unfortunately, Christine didn't seem to be in any hurry to do so. After she'd finished her private photo shoot-out, she started prowling around the house for a while before flopping herself down in front of the television. Giggling, she grabbed the remote and started watching TV, seemingly ignoring Shirley and me.
Great. I thought miffed. Now I'm spending the day making my girlfriend's legs look good. And I can't even see the television's screen because the damn table is in the way. That's- ohhhh! As if she'd heard me, Christine shifted on the couch, rubbing her nylon-covered, well, me-covered legs across each other. For a moment, my mind simply exploded in bliss, like the best orgasm I'd ever had. And now she was even starting to tease and rub my fabric...! Okay, never mind the TV... this is even better...
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When she finally turned me and Shirley back nearly an hour later, I was even a bit disappointed. While the whole thing still creeped me out to no ends, having been pantyhose on her legs had felt better than anything I'd ever experienced.
"Wooooah!" Shirley cried out as soon as she was human again, not even caring for the fact that she was totally naked. "That was awesome! That was beyond awesome! I have no words!"
"So you're not miffed that I've been wearing you for such a long time?" Christine asked with a nervous twinkle. "I got kind of carried away there, sorry..."
"What are you talking about?" Shirley was now bouncing up and down, and I had to expend all my self-control to not stare at her equally bouncing breasts. "That was like totally awesome! It felt simply great! And when you didn't talk with us anymore, simply treating us like clothing... boahhhh. I wanna do it again!"
Christine giggled at her friend's enthusiasm. Then she looked at me. "And was it as good for you as it was for her, Wayne?"
Scowling, I looked back at my girlfriend. "Next time, please warn me when you're trying to transform me. That was not cool and I don't want you to surprise me in such a way ever again." I told her scathingly. Then, though, I took a deep breath. "That being said, I have to concede that it felt... not bad." I blushed a bit at the admission and Shirley chuckled.
"Typical Wayne, always the humble one. So, now that we've established how cool the whole thing is... wanna continue?"
While Christine suddenly looked interested, I nearly chocked. "Continue? What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on." Shirley laughed. "Now I wanna find out how it feels to be pantyhose. Christine, you wanna wear me now?"
My girlfriend grinned back. "No chance. I just wore you. Now it's my turn to be worn again. You make me into pantyhose."
"Bah." Shirley seemed disappointed. "Then let's take turns, okay?"
"Deal!"
Silently, I sneaked out of the room. These two were totally crazy! Playing around with magic, things they had no idea how they worked. That was playing with fire! And so I placed myself in front of the TV again while the two used the wand. From time to time, one of them would come into the room, wearing the other. Pantyhose and dress had just been the beginning. The two girls tried out a dizzying collection of forms. Bras, panties, tops, skirts... it was unbelievable. At one point, Christine darted into the room wearing a beautiful cocktail dress. Five minutes later, Shirley showed off a spectacular wedding gown.
I had almost grown accustomed to their madness when my girlfriend surprised me with something new.
"Hey, buster." I heard her say in a sensual voice and turned. She'd just been a colorful swimming suit on Shirley's body, and so I expected her to be wearing her friend as such a garment as well, but apparently, she'd decided upon something more... revealing.
"Hey, you back from being a swimming sui- sweet mother of God!" My eyes nearly popped out of my eyes as I took in Christine's appearance. She was standing in the door frame, completely nude except for a translucent nightie which was doing nothing to hide her assets.
Seductively, she walked towards me, her hands roaming over her body. "Do you like what you see?"
I could only stammer. "What... why... I mean... is that Shirley?"
"Of course." she purred. "She looks really sexy on me, doesn't she?"
"But... what..."
"Shhh..." By now, she had reached me and put her finger on my lips. Then slowly bent over, giving me a kiss, one of her hands scooping up one of mine and placing it on her Shirley-covered breast. "I just want to make up for before. So I suggest we have some fun..."
"But... Shirley will be seeing everything!" I protested, desperately trying to hold my hormones in check. Of course it didn't work and there was already a noticeable tent forming in my pants.
"Do you see any Shirley?" my girlfriend breathed, starting to nibble on my ears. "It's only you and me and my nightie... oh, this is making me sooo horny... please, I know that you want it as well!"
She was right there. I did want it as well.
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Twenty minutes later, Christine and me lay heavily panting on the couch. Appreciatively, I viewed her breasts, rising and falling with every breath below Shirley's translucent, now sweat-drenched fabric.
"That was... just wow." Christine said with a detached smile. "I still can't believe we did that." She turned and looked me in the eye. "Do you think Shirley liked it."
I chuckled, teasing one of her nipples through the nightie. "Oh, I'm sure the crazy girl did. What you're doing here is still mad as hell, but... it was her choice, after all. And I have to confess that it was great."
Now a mischievous smile creeped on Christine's face. "That is not entirely true..." she said now with a short chuckle and I eyed her warily.
"What do you mean?"
"Weeeeell... the sex while wearing her was my idea, the thought made me totally horny. And she agreed, but only under one condition - she gets to wear both of us."
Abruptly, I perched myself up, staring at my girlfriend. "And you decided for me?" I asked her angrily. Christine simply shrugged. "Oh, come on. Don't forget that it felt awesome. And you just had your fun as well, didn't you? It's just fair that Shirley gets her share of it."
Sullenly, I scowled. "Well, yeah. But in exchange for becoming her bra while she does it with her boyfriend? No chance in hell!"
Christine simply laughed. "Oh no, Shirley doesn't have a boyfriend. She has something different in mind. Get this:" twinkling, she looked at me, "She wants us to become her heels!"
"Shoes? Really? And why does she want me to become her shoes?"
Christine giggled. "Us, darling. Not you. We tried before. The wand can only make one piece of clothing, not two. So for a pair of shoes... she needs a pair of humans. Please, that will be totally awesome. Like us two going on a trip together."
"Yeah, right." I snorted. "It's rather that someone is going on a trip using us. I have no intention of becoming shoes. Oh please, don't give me that look!"
I tried to shield my eyes from Christine's secret weapon, her puppy-dog stare. She didn't employ it very often, but when she did, it was deadly-efficient. Just like now.
"Oh pleeease." she whined. "The thought makes me totally hot. My boyfriend and me, each one of a pair of shoes. That would be like totally cool! Please, please, please!"
As usual, my defenses crumbled like dust when exposed to this merciless assault. Slower than usual because I really had no inclination of becoming an object again, but nonetheless they crumbled. I winced. "Okay..." I finally heard myself murmuring and my girlfriend squealed in delight. "But only under one condition - that will be the last time you transform me, all right?"
Christine pouted, but nodded. "Okay..." she said sullenly. "This will be the last time that you'll be transformed today."
I did spot the temporal qualifier there, but I didn't specify my request. After all, Shirley would have to put the wand back this evening, and in a few days, her sister-in-law, together with the infernal thing, would be gone anyway.
"That was... just wow." Christine said with a detached smile. "I still can't believe we did that." She turned and looked me in the eye. "Do you think Shirley liked it."
I chuckled, teasing one of her nipples through the nightie. "Oh, I'm sure the crazy girl did. What you're doing here is still mad as hell, but... it was her choice, after all. And I have to confess that it was great."
Now a mischievous smile creeped on Christine's face. "That is not entirely true..." she said now with a short chuckle and I eyed her warily.
"What do you mean?"
"Weeeeell... the sex while wearing her was my idea, the thought made me totally horny. And she agreed, but only under one condition - she gets to wear both of us."
Abruptly, I perched myself up, staring at my girlfriend. "And you decided for me?" I asked her angrily. Christine simply shrugged. "Oh, come on. Don't forget that it felt awesome. And you just had your fun as well, didn't you? It's just fair that Shirley gets her share of it."
Sullenly, I scowled. "Well, yeah. But in exchange for becoming her bra while she does it with her boyfriend? No chance in hell!"
Christine simply laughed. "Oh no, Shirley doesn't have a boyfriend. She has something different in mind. Get this:" twinkling, she looked at me, "She wants us to become her heels!"
"Shoes? Really? And why does she want me to become her shoes?"
Christine giggled. "Us, darling. Not you. We tried before. The wand can only make one piece of clothing, not two. So for a pair of shoes... she needs a pair of humans. Please, that will be totally awesome. Like us two going on a trip together."
"Yeah, right." I snorted. "It's rather that someone is going on a trip using us. I have no intention of becoming shoes. Oh please, don't give me that look!"
I tried to shield my eyes from Christine's secret weapon, her puppy-dog stare. She didn't employ it very often, but when she did, it was deadly-efficient. Just like now.
"Oh pleeease." she whined. "The thought makes me totally hot. My boyfriend and me, each one of a pair of shoes. That would be like totally cool! Please, please, please!"
As usual, my defenses crumbled like dust when exposed to this merciless assault. Slower than usual because I really had no inclination of becoming an object again, but nonetheless they crumbled. I winced. "Okay..." I finally heard myself murmuring and my girlfriend squealed in delight. "But only under one condition - that will be the last time you transform me, all right?"
Christine pouted, but nodded. "Okay..." she said sullenly. "This will be the last time that you'll be transformed today."
I did spot the temporal qualifier there, but I didn't specify my request. After all, Shirley would have to put the wand back this evening, and in a few days, her sister-in-law, together with the infernal thing, would be gone anyway.
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Five minutes later, we were back in Shirley's room, Christine's friend back in human shape again.
"...I tell you, when you were rubbing myself over Wayne's chest... I can't describe how it felt, it was simply awesome!" A seemingly infinite torrent of words bubbled out of Shirley's mouth and it took some time until she'd calmed down. "Pity that I don't have a boyfriend right now..." she contemplated disappointed. "I'd have loved to return the favor."
Christine laughed. "Oh, come on. Where's the problem? Simply transform me and search yourself a one-night stand. Shouldn't be that hard, right?"
Shirley's eyes lit up. "Wow, wearing you on a date? That would be... we absolutely have to do this!"
"Absolutely." Christine giggled. "But didn't you have another wish you wanted to do before? I can't wait becoming your shoe, you know. And I'm sure good Wayne here thinks similar."
"Just speak for yourself." I growled and Shirley laughed.
"Yeah, right. Okay then. You wanna go first, Christine?"
My girlfriend laughed and stretched her arms out. "Sure, hit me."
Grinning, Shirley flashed her wand forward. "Left high heel!" And in the next moment, Christine hit the floor with a loud 'thumb', now only a high heeled shoe. Swiftly, Shirley scooped my girlfriend's transformed shape up, looked at it and then dumped 'her' into my hands.
"Here!" she giggled. "I changed her into a left shoe, considering that she's left-handed. What do you think?"
"Um... very... considerate, I guess." I murmured while staring at my girlfriend. She had become a black, closed leather stiletto, indistinguishable from any other shoe. That she was still alive and conscious inside this... object! And in a few seconds, I'd become such an object as well, to be simple clothing for a woman...
"So... ready to complement her? Right high heel!" Shirley didn't leave me any time to answer, and in the next moment, I found myself paralyzed again and falling to the floor.
A warning would have been cool! I cursed inwardly as I felt Shirley scooping me up. Smirking, she walked towards the mirror, putting me and Christine down in front of it. It was unbelievable! There, in front of her, stood a pair of black stiletto high heels on the floor. Christine was the left and I was the right!
"Don't you two make a really cute pair - of heels?" Shirley giggled. "Just wait for a moment, I just need to create the right outfit before I put you on!" Then she started rummaging in her wardrobe and pulled out a few clothes which she changed into a fitting pantyhose, skirt and blouse. Christine and me could only patiently wait while she was doing this. Quickly, Shirley donned the newly created clothes and then walked towards us again.
First, she slipped her foot into my girlfriend, and then it was my turn. I gasped inwardly as I felt her nylon-clad foot entering my body. It felt similar like my previous pantyhose experience and yet different. This time, I was only hugging one of her feet, not both of her legs, and my shape wasn't soft but rather strong. Plus I felt half of her weight pressing down on me. Still, it wasn't unpleasant.
And then Shirley started walking, first gingerly, then more swiftly. Just like before, it felt incredible, how I was moving through the air and being pushed on the bottom again, my whole body hugging her feet, balancing her weight.
"Wow, you two fit perfectly and are really comfortable!" Shirley marveled while posing in front of the mirror. "And you make my legs look soooo good."
There I had to agree with her. The dark heels on her feet, actually me and my girlfriend, really let her legs look spectacular. Shirley pranced around on us for a while and I felt myself becoming accustomed to just being an object for the second time this day. Until she had a new brainstorm, that is.
"Ohh..." she said suddenly, staring at her reflection longingly. "Forgive me, you two, but I just have to show you off! I think I'm going out for a while. While wearing you." She giggled. "That's going to be so hot!"
Whaaaat? I panicked inwardly, That wasn't the deal! You can't go out! What if something happens to you? We'd be stuck as shoes, forever!!!!
Unfortunately, I was only a mute, paralyzed heel now and so I had no other choice but to be an obedient shoe on Shirley's foot while she collected her purse. Happily humming, she strolled down the floor towards the door, Christine's and my heels loudly clicking on the stone with every step.
"Don't worry, you two." she giggled. "I'll not go far. Only across the street to this cute little café. But if I go talk to you over there, people will think I'm a nut-job. Therefore-" she giggled again. "You'll just be shoes until I come back."
I screamed silently at Shirley's inconsideration, but helplessly I had to watch as she tottered out onto the street. It was a strange feeling, being only a shoe on her feet. To all the people who passed her, Christine and me were not more than mindless objects, things, to be bought, used and eventually discarded. It was really a strange experience.
In the end, Shirley stayed true to her proclamation. For the next two hours, she didn't talk to us. She simply took seat in the café, legs crossed, Christine and me dangling on her feet, just like a normal pair of shoes, slurping one coffee after the other and apparently being contented with herself and the world.
Only from time to time she rubbed me and Christine together, the ensuing sensations nearly making me forgive her for her harebrained schemed. Nearly. As soon as she finished, my panic of being stuck in this shape bubbled up again. And so I was more than relieved when she finally stepped into her home again.
"Phew." Shirley exhaled while slipping out of my girlfriend and me. "That was... great." she grinned. "You two have been very good shoes. I'd love to do this again sometimes." Smiling, she put me and Christine up and deposited us onto her shoe cabinet. "There." she giggled. "Like any other pair of shoes. Don't worry, I'll transform you back. But before I just want you to experience life as shoes a bit longer. Until then, I'm trying out something else..."
Smiling, the girl grabbed the wand again. "During my time in the café I had lots of time to think. And if the wand can transform us into clothing, why not into animals?"
What?! I thought shocked. Into animals? Are you crazy? At least turn us back before you try something like this! If something goes wrong, there's nobody to change you back!
But my desperate warning went unheard and I could only observe helplessly as Shirley brought the wand down onto her hand.
"I've always dreamed about this!" she exclaimed grinning. "Cat!" And in the next moment, she disappeared, all her clothes rushing to the bottom. Horrified, I watched on as something started moving in the pile and finally, two yellow-and-white mottled ears appeared. Clumsily, the cat wriggled itself out of the mess and then started looking around out of wide, slit eyes.
"Meow? Meoowww!" It exclaimed while moving its head curiously around. It took special notice of its tail and then cheerfully used its claws to tear at the pile of clothes. Eventually, its head moved up and the cat prowled towards me and my girlfriend on our shelf.
"Meow!" It exclaimed happily, giving both of us a friendly stare out of cat-eyes and a short lick and then darted away towards the mirror, meticulously posing in front of it.
Well... apparently it's still her... I thought relieved. So that's one worry less. But how about changing us back now, dammit?!
Shirley apparently thought similar. She gave her cat-image in the mirror a last wistful mew and then moved back towards her clothes. Clumsily, she fished for the wand with her paws. These weren't constructed for holding things, though, and therefore it took a while until she managed to grip it properly, but finally, she succeeded.
With a loud 'Mew!', she let the wand come done on her tail. And nothing happened. "Meow?" Shirley's cat-eyes went wide. Again, she touched her tail with the wand. "Meow!" And to my horror, again nothing happened.
Frantically, Shirley tried it again and again, but to no avail. And horrified, I realized why it didn't work.
Oh my God... I thought numbly. I guess you need a vocal command to use the wand. But as a cat, Shirley can't speak. And therefore can't use the wand! Oh nooooo!
After more than fifteen minutes, Shirley stopped trying, pacing about aimlessly. I, on the other hand, could only silent- and motionlessly complement my girlfriend's and my fate. I was stuck! As a damn object! Shit, shit, SHIT! That happens when one is playing with fire! I cursed inwardly, but now it was too late. And I had to share the price of my friends' carelessness.
I just hope that Laila turns us back as soon as she notices that her wand's missing... I thought morosely. Until then, we were stuck. Great. And let's hope that she'll not turn us into frogs for using her wand without permission...
Five minutes later, we were back in Shirley's room, Christine's friend back in human shape again.
"...I tell you, when you were rubbing myself over Wayne's chest... I can't describe how it felt, it was simply awesome!" A seemingly infinite torrent of words bubbled out of Shirley's mouth and it took some time until she'd calmed down. "Pity that I don't have a boyfriend right now..." she contemplated disappointed. "I'd have loved to return the favor."
Christine laughed. "Oh, come on. Where's the problem? Simply transform me and search yourself a one-night stand. Shouldn't be that hard, right?"
Shirley's eyes lit up. "Wow, wearing you on a date? That would be... we absolutely have to do this!"
"Absolutely." Christine giggled. "But didn't you have another wish you wanted to do before? I can't wait becoming your shoe, you know. And I'm sure good Wayne here thinks similar."
"Just speak for yourself." I growled and Shirley laughed.
"Yeah, right. Okay then. You wanna go first, Christine?"
My girlfriend laughed and stretched her arms out. "Sure, hit me."
Grinning, Shirley flashed her wand forward. "Left high heel!" And in the next moment, Christine hit the floor with a loud 'thumb', now only a high heeled shoe. Swiftly, Shirley scooped my girlfriend's transformed shape up, looked at it and then dumped 'her' into my hands.
"Here!" she giggled. "I changed her into a left shoe, considering that she's left-handed. What do you think?"
"Um... very... considerate, I guess." I murmured while staring at my girlfriend. She had become a black, closed leather stiletto, indistinguishable from any other shoe. That she was still alive and conscious inside this... object! And in a few seconds, I'd become such an object as well, to be simple clothing for a woman...
"So... ready to complement her? Right high heel!" Shirley didn't leave me any time to answer, and in the next moment, I found myself paralyzed again and falling to the floor.
A warning would have been cool! I cursed inwardly as I felt Shirley scooping me up. Smirking, she walked towards the mirror, putting me and Christine down in front of it. It was unbelievable! There, in front of her, stood a pair of black stiletto high heels on the floor. Christine was the left and I was the right!
"Don't you two make a really cute pair - of heels?" Shirley giggled. "Just wait for a moment, I just need to create the right outfit before I put you on!" Then she started rummaging in her wardrobe and pulled out a few clothes which she changed into a fitting pantyhose, skirt and blouse. Christine and me could only patiently wait while she was doing this. Quickly, Shirley donned the newly created clothes and then walked towards us again.
First, she slipped her foot into my girlfriend, and then it was my turn. I gasped inwardly as I felt her nylon-clad foot entering my body. It felt similar like my previous pantyhose experience and yet different. This time, I was only hugging one of her feet, not both of her legs, and my shape wasn't soft but rather strong. Plus I felt half of her weight pressing down on me. Still, it wasn't unpleasant.
And then Shirley started walking, first gingerly, then more swiftly. Just like before, it felt incredible, how I was moving through the air and being pushed on the bottom again, my whole body hugging her feet, balancing her weight.
"Wow, you two fit perfectly and are really comfortable!" Shirley marveled while posing in front of the mirror. "And you make my legs look soooo good."
There I had to agree with her. The dark heels on her feet, actually me and my girlfriend, really let her legs look spectacular. Shirley pranced around on us for a while and I felt myself becoming accustomed to just being an object for the second time this day. Until she had a new brainstorm, that is.
"Ohh..." she said suddenly, staring at her reflection longingly. "Forgive me, you two, but I just have to show you off! I think I'm going out for a while. While wearing you." She giggled. "That's going to be so hot!"
Whaaaat? I panicked inwardly, That wasn't the deal! You can't go out! What if something happens to you? We'd be stuck as shoes, forever!!!!
Unfortunately, I was only a mute, paralyzed heel now and so I had no other choice but to be an obedient shoe on Shirley's foot while she collected her purse. Happily humming, she strolled down the floor towards the door, Christine's and my heels loudly clicking on the stone with every step.
"Don't worry, you two." she giggled. "I'll not go far. Only across the street to this cute little café. But if I go talk to you over there, people will think I'm a nut-job. Therefore-" she giggled again. "You'll just be shoes until I come back."
I screamed silently at Shirley's inconsideration, but helplessly I had to watch as she tottered out onto the street. It was a strange feeling, being only a shoe on her feet. To all the people who passed her, Christine and me were not more than mindless objects, things, to be bought, used and eventually discarded. It was really a strange experience.
In the end, Shirley stayed true to her proclamation. For the next two hours, she didn't talk to us. She simply took seat in the café, legs crossed, Christine and me dangling on her feet, just like a normal pair of shoes, slurping one coffee after the other and apparently being contented with herself and the world.
Only from time to time she rubbed me and Christine together, the ensuing sensations nearly making me forgive her for her harebrained schemed. Nearly. As soon as she finished, my panic of being stuck in this shape bubbled up again. And so I was more than relieved when she finally stepped into her home again.
"Phew." Shirley exhaled while slipping out of my girlfriend and me. "That was... great." she grinned. "You two have been very good shoes. I'd love to do this again sometimes." Smiling, she put me and Christine up and deposited us onto her shoe cabinet. "There." she giggled. "Like any other pair of shoes. Don't worry, I'll transform you back. But before I just want you to experience life as shoes a bit longer. Until then, I'm trying out something else..."
Smiling, the girl grabbed the wand again. "During my time in the café I had lots of time to think. And if the wand can transform us into clothing, why not into animals?"
What?! I thought shocked. Into animals? Are you crazy? At least turn us back before you try something like this! If something goes wrong, there's nobody to change you back!
But my desperate warning went unheard and I could only observe helplessly as Shirley brought the wand down onto her hand.
"I've always dreamed about this!" she exclaimed grinning. "Cat!" And in the next moment, she disappeared, all her clothes rushing to the bottom. Horrified, I watched on as something started moving in the pile and finally, two yellow-and-white mottled ears appeared. Clumsily, the cat wriggled itself out of the mess and then started looking around out of wide, slit eyes.
"Meow? Meoowww!" It exclaimed while moving its head curiously around. It took special notice of its tail and then cheerfully used its claws to tear at the pile of clothes. Eventually, its head moved up and the cat prowled towards me and my girlfriend on our shelf.
"Meow!" It exclaimed happily, giving both of us a friendly stare out of cat-eyes and a short lick and then darted away towards the mirror, meticulously posing in front of it.
Well... apparently it's still her... I thought relieved. So that's one worry less. But how about changing us back now, dammit?!
Shirley apparently thought similar. She gave her cat-image in the mirror a last wistful mew and then moved back towards her clothes. Clumsily, she fished for the wand with her paws. These weren't constructed for holding things, though, and therefore it took a while until she managed to grip it properly, but finally, she succeeded.
With a loud 'Mew!', she let the wand come done on her tail. And nothing happened. "Meow?" Shirley's cat-eyes went wide. Again, she touched her tail with the wand. "Meow!" And to my horror, again nothing happened.
Frantically, Shirley tried it again and again, but to no avail. And horrified, I realized why it didn't work.
Oh my God... I thought numbly. I guess you need a vocal command to use the wand. But as a cat, Shirley can't speak. And therefore can't use the wand! Oh nooooo!
After more than fifteen minutes, Shirley stopped trying, pacing about aimlessly. I, on the other hand, could only silent- and motionlessly complement my girlfriend's and my fate. I was stuck! As a damn object! Shit, shit, SHIT! That happens when one is playing with fire! I cursed inwardly, but now it was too late. And I had to share the price of my friends' carelessness.
I just hope that Laila turns us back as soon as she notices that her wand's missing... I thought morosely. Until then, we were stuck. Great. And let's hope that she'll not turn us into frogs for using her wand without permission...
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In the end, we "only" had to wait a few hours, judging from the fading light. As soon as I heard a door opening, Shirley darted out of the room, probably looking for her sister-in-law. And apparently, Laila had indeed come home, because a couple of minutes later, I could hear her approaching Shirley's room.
"Oh, come on kitty, what do you want from me?" she chuckled. "Don't expect food from me, I'm not your can-opener. But since when does Shirley have a-" She stopped in mid-stride, as if she'd hit a brick wall, as the cat, Shirley, pointed with her paw at the wand and mewed miserably.
For a few seconds, Laila only gaped. Then she turned and quickly closed the door. "Oh... my... God. Is that you, Shirley?"
"Meow!"
With a pained look on her face, Laila closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she only stood there. Then she opened them again, staring down the cat in front of her. "You played around with my wand?" Anger crept into her voice. "With magic? Without knowing ANYTHING about magic? Jesus, girl, that's dangerous as hell!"
Pitifully, Shirley stared at her paws while Laila kept rolling. "I agree it's partly my fault, I should have secured my stuff better. But... what the hell were you thinking? There's a reason why I've only told your brother of my magical heritage, and nobody else. To prevent such things from happening! And now my husband's sister has turned herself into a cat... just great..."
With a quick motion, she scooped the wand up, then looked around the room. "I notice a couple of more heaps of clothes." she remarked calmly. "Do you have transformed more people?"
"Meow!" Shirley nodded.
"Just frigging great. Okay, are they still here in the room?"
Gingerly, Shirley went up and walked towards the shoe cabinet, pointing her tail at me and Christine.
Laila stared her down. "The shoes? Both of them? Are you mad? You didn't change them against their will, did you?"
Very swiftly, Shirley shook her feline head and Laila sighed. "All right, at least something. Okay." She pulled the chair closer and seated herself on it. "Come." she said, patting her lap. "You do want to be changed, don't you?"
Hesitantly, Shirley jumped onto Laila's lap, looking at her out of hopeful eyes.
"Okay." Laila said. "Then let's change you."
Shirley mewed enthusiastically, but suddenly, a mischievous smile crept on Laila's face. "Oh, I didn't say back." She exclaimed juicily. "Bra."
Shirley's eyes became big. "Meow?" And in the next moment, the cat was gone, replaced by a bra.
"Don't worry, Shirley." Laila smiled, patting the garment on her lap. "I will change you back into your human shape. Eventually. You probably agree that there's some punishment in order for you taking my stuff without permission, don't you? Tomorrow, I'll visit an amusement park with Brad. And when using roller coasters, a high quality bra is always a blessing."
Uhoh... I thought while Laila moved her gaze onto me and Christine. This is not going well. Not going well at all...
"As for you..." she said while depositing Shirley's changed body onto the bed, "...you've been part to her scheme as well. So it would be unfair to only punish her, don't you think so? Don't worry, I'll turn you back tomorrow evening. If your parents ask about your whereabouts, I simply tell them that you're on a trip with Shirley. Still... high heels are so impractical when visiting an amusement park. So I'll have to tweak you a bit... Boot."
Swiftly, she touched both me and Christine and I could feel my shape extending, becoming larger until I'd changed from a high heeled shoe into a woman's boot. "There." she giggled. "Perfect. And don't you look just lovely? And comfy. You'll be a real treat when standing in line for the rides tomorrow. Well then... we'll see ourselves in the morning. Until then... be a good pair of boots."
And with that, she closed the door with an amused giggle, trapping me and Christine in darkness.
Just frigging great... I thought sourly, Now I'm stuck as a shoe in a closet for the next 24 hours. If Laila doesn't decide that she likes me and Christine so much that she'll keep us. And all thanks to my mad girlfriend and her even madder friend. That's what you get for playing with fire!
I kept cursing the two for a while. There was not much else I could do anyway.
I wonder if I should feel thankful that she didn't turn us into frogs after all...? And let's see... at least I get to visit the amusement park after all. I guess that's something...
In the end, we "only" had to wait a few hours, judging from the fading light. As soon as I heard a door opening, Shirley darted out of the room, probably looking for her sister-in-law. And apparently, Laila had indeed come home, because a couple of minutes later, I could hear her approaching Shirley's room.
"Oh, come on kitty, what do you want from me?" she chuckled. "Don't expect food from me, I'm not your can-opener. But since when does Shirley have a-" She stopped in mid-stride, as if she'd hit a brick wall, as the cat, Shirley, pointed with her paw at the wand and mewed miserably.
For a few seconds, Laila only gaped. Then she turned and quickly closed the door. "Oh... my... God. Is that you, Shirley?"
"Meow!"
With a pained look on her face, Laila closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she only stood there. Then she opened them again, staring down the cat in front of her. "You played around with my wand?" Anger crept into her voice. "With magic? Without knowing ANYTHING about magic? Jesus, girl, that's dangerous as hell!"
Pitifully, Shirley stared at her paws while Laila kept rolling. "I agree it's partly my fault, I should have secured my stuff better. But... what the hell were you thinking? There's a reason why I've only told your brother of my magical heritage, and nobody else. To prevent such things from happening! And now my husband's sister has turned herself into a cat... just great..."
With a quick motion, she scooped the wand up, then looked around the room. "I notice a couple of more heaps of clothes." she remarked calmly. "Do you have transformed more people?"
"Meow!" Shirley nodded.
"Just frigging great. Okay, are they still here in the room?"
Gingerly, Shirley went up and walked towards the shoe cabinet, pointing her tail at me and Christine.
Laila stared her down. "The shoes? Both of them? Are you mad? You didn't change them against their will, did you?"
Very swiftly, Shirley shook her feline head and Laila sighed. "All right, at least something. Okay." She pulled the chair closer and seated herself on it. "Come." she said, patting her lap. "You do want to be changed, don't you?"
Hesitantly, Shirley jumped onto Laila's lap, looking at her out of hopeful eyes.
"Okay." Laila said. "Then let's change you."
Shirley mewed enthusiastically, but suddenly, a mischievous smile crept on Laila's face. "Oh, I didn't say back." She exclaimed juicily. "Bra."
Shirley's eyes became big. "Meow?" And in the next moment, the cat was gone, replaced by a bra.
"Don't worry, Shirley." Laila smiled, patting the garment on her lap. "I will change you back into your human shape. Eventually. You probably agree that there's some punishment in order for you taking my stuff without permission, don't you? Tomorrow, I'll visit an amusement park with Brad. And when using roller coasters, a high quality bra is always a blessing."
Uhoh... I thought while Laila moved her gaze onto me and Christine. This is not going well. Not going well at all...
"As for you..." she said while depositing Shirley's changed body onto the bed, "...you've been part to her scheme as well. So it would be unfair to only punish her, don't you think so? Don't worry, I'll turn you back tomorrow evening. If your parents ask about your whereabouts, I simply tell them that you're on a trip with Shirley. Still... high heels are so impractical when visiting an amusement park. So I'll have to tweak you a bit... Boot."
Swiftly, she touched both me and Christine and I could feel my shape extending, becoming larger until I'd changed from a high heeled shoe into a woman's boot. "There." she giggled. "Perfect. And don't you look just lovely? And comfy. You'll be a real treat when standing in line for the rides tomorrow. Well then... we'll see ourselves in the morning. Until then... be a good pair of boots."
And with that, she closed the door with an amused giggle, trapping me and Christine in darkness.
Just frigging great... I thought sourly, Now I'm stuck as a shoe in a closet for the next 24 hours. If Laila doesn't decide that she likes me and Christine so much that she'll keep us. And all thanks to my mad girlfriend and her even madder friend. That's what you get for playing with fire!
I kept cursing the two for a while. There was not much else I could do anyway.
I wonder if I should feel thankful that she didn't turn us into frogs after all...? And let's see... at least I get to visit the amusement park after all. I guess that's something...