Moonstone - Chapter 26
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The Changing Room was a mob scene.  As soon as Donna had set up shop, it was filled to capacity with dancers trying out various bras and using the Moonstone to fill them out.  Quite a collection of bras had built up over the months, and they were getting a workout.

There was an ongoing flow of dancers in and out - out to go check themselves out in the big mirrors of the green room, or even to go dance with their new set.  Back in for further tweaks.  Donna wasn't terribly surprised to find a lot of those tweaks were to go bigger.  She was surprised at how much bigger the second try would be. There were also minor requests - word had gotten out that she could 'adjust' the changes.  This one wanted pointier nipples, that one wanted darker ones.  Several wanted to be just a little bit bigger on one side than the other, claiming that symmetric breasts seemed unnatural.

Almost a third of the girls had managed to use the Moon to get a permanent boost last month, yet most of those were back for just a little more.  Two were picking over the ridiculously large bras - they'd asked Donna if they could get changed back at the end of the night, and she'd agreed.

There were a lot of new faces as well.  Donna asked Jenna about it.  She said that the girls tended to drift from the Blue Vixen to the local strip clubs, and back again.  And of course, they talked.  While they couldn't say exactly how they'd gotten bigger, they could say where and when.

"How many dancers are there, among all the clubs?"  Donna asked.

Jenna shrugged.  "Lots.  Word's getting out, you'll be swamped for quite a few months yet.  Then if the general community finds out you do permanent, natural breast enlargements, you could retire just on that money alone."

Donna watched the girls for a while longer.  "But just growing breasts bigger is so boring..."

Jenna laughed.  "You really are turning into a girl, aren't you?"

Donna stuck out her tongue.  "Maybe I've just gotten used to having as much boob as I could ever manage, whenever I want."

"Suuure."

"Bah.  I just want to do some interesting changes, too.  Is that so wrong?"

Zoey stuck her head in to the Changing Room.  "Do you have time for a custom request?"

"There you go, Donna.  Catch you later!"  Jenna headed out, grinning.

Donna waved Zoey in.  "I think I can squeeze you in.  Everyone else is just doing basic stuff, leaving the Moonstone open pretty much covers it."

Zoey pointed to one dancer who appeared to have had a box of bras dumped on her.  "What about her?"

Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to the dancer who was turning into a pile of breasts.  Donna sighed, closed the Moonstone's box, and then started picking up the bras.  She left whoever it was with the largest of the bras, and opened the box again.  "Be more careful next time, OK?"

Once she had a head again, Isolde nodded.  "Sorry.  I got a bit carried away."

Donna shook her head.  "At least nobody's running or screaming.  Were you going for a multi-breasted look?"

Isolde shook her head.  "I just wanted to try going up a few more cup sizes, and someone bumped the box while I was digging."  She looked down at herself, and giggled.  "I think this is a bit too much, though.  Could you had me that E-cup?"

Donna shrugged, and did so.  She went back to Zoey by the door.  "I hope you want something other than just bigger breasts."

"Well...  Close."

Donna sighed, and leaned against the wall.  "Anything's an improvement.  What did you have in mind?"

"Remember what you did for me last month?"

Donna nodded.  "The giant breast thing.  Rowan was ticked until I figured out how to shrink you then change you back."

"Can you do that again?" Zoey asked in a small voice.

"I could.  But why?"

Zoey stared at a vastly interesting speck of dirt on the floor, and kicked at it a few times with one toe.  

Donna crouched down to get into Zoey's line of view.  "Look, I can do it.  But you'd be stuck as a medium-sized breast, unable to move or talk or dance.  You wouldn't earn anything.  Well, I'd share tips if I rolled you onto stage as a prop again, but...  Seriously, why?"

Zoey fled.  Donna looked up to find Rowan staring down at her, disapprovingly.  "Let her go."

Donna sighed.  "But I don't understand why..."

Rowan shook her head.  "Not my place to tell.  Don't pry."

Of course Donna had to ask around after that, though she did try to be quiet about it.  Nobody claimed to know anything about Zoey's issues, though Heather's smirk made it clear she had an opinion she was keeping to herself.

Donna was sure Gwen would know something, but couldn't find her anywhere.  She even ended up dancing alone in one of the slots she and Gwen usually shared.  The tips were thin, as she was too distracted to put on a really good show.

Donna spotted Gwen shortly after her turn on the stage was done.  This time, it was Donna who pounced on Gwen.  "Where have you been?"

Gwen laughed.  "Lots of guys wanted to play follow-the-snake.  I've been booked solid.  I think they just lined them up outside room two."

"I can imagine.  How many ran screaming when they saw an actual snake's head?"

"Less than you'd think.  About half.  A couple were fascinated, one rather disturbingly so."

"To each their own, I guess.  Which reminds me.  Do you know why Zoey wants me to turn her into a breast again?"

"Um..."  Gwen looked over Donna's shoulder.  "Why don't you ask her?"

Donna turned around, a pained expression on her face.  "I'm sorry, I just..."

Zoey looked disappointed.  "I know.  I just do, OK?  I don't want to talk about it.  You turned Ana into a catgirl just because she asked.  And Gwen's got a snake-head instead of a pussy.  Why can't I be a breast?"

"They can interact with the world like that.  Mostly.  You would be... stuck.  Cut off.  No mouth, no eyes, no arms, no legs."

"But I don't WANT any of those things!" wailed Zoey.

By now, everyone was looking at them.  Donna barely noticed.  She scooped the crying Zoey into a hug.  "Sssh, shhh.  There, there.  I'll fix it.  Somehow."

Zoey sniffed a few more times, and rubbed her eyes.  She sat down beside Donna, leaning on her.  "Everyone says that.  My parents, the shrinks.  Nobody does.  Everything about me is just hideously wrong and nobody can SEE that."

"Tell me what's wrong," Donna said, softly.

"They all say that, too," Zoey gulped, again on the verge of tears.

"Can they turn you into a boob?"

"N.. no."

"I can.  I will, if that is the only thing that will make you happy."

"Really?"  Zoey buried her face in Donna's shoulder.  "Thank you thank you thank you thank you."

"But.  I need to know what I'm doing, and why.  You said you hate you don't want eyes, mouth, arms and legs.  Which do you hate worst?"

Zoey held her hands out to Donna.  "These."

"Why?"

Zoey turned her arms so the wrists faced up, where Donna could see the scars that crossed them.  Donna grasped Zoey's wrists, and traced the scars with her thumbs.  There were two deeper scars, lengthwise ones.  "No, no...  You.  No.  This isn't allowed."

"I stopped," Zoey said meekly.  "After the last time, my Mom realized I was," she hiccuped, and seemed on the verge of tears again. "Serious.  They sent me to see all kinds of people.  Some of them helped, a little."

"You almost died."  Donna said sternly.

Zoey nodded.  "I don't want to die.  I just want to not … not hate my body.  The scars are the worst."

Donna brushed her thumbs over the scars.  It didn't even take much power.  They faded as if they'd never been.  "What scars?"

Zoey looked down at her wrists, and her eyes went wide.  She looked up at Donna, mouth working, saying nothing.

"Go.  Seek the Moon, and be healed."

Zoey nodded, and skittered to the door.

The silence in the green room ended, breaking up into nervous chatter.  Donna sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned back in the chair.  Which was when Gwen hopped in her lap, making her yelp in surprise.

"Hey Santa, I've got a little request for you."

Donna fixed her with a beady eyed look.  "Watch it, or I'll turn you into a... meh, you'd just enjoy that."

Gwen flashed Donna an insouciant grin, then sobered.  "Take a look at this."

Donna peered at the private room rental slip.  "Wait, when did they add the 'your fantasy' line to the slip?"

"That's special, for full Moon nights only...  Rowan thought it'd bring in more money."

Donna read further.  "What does this guy want that he's willing to drop that much on?   That's half a month's salary at my day job.  Before taxes."

Gwen flipped it over, and Donna read on.  "He wants to see your snake eat... wait, that wouldn't even fit.  I mean, snakes can distend their jaws, but...  Maybe if we pretend that the snake has shrinking venom...  Who gets to be the victim?"

Gwen looked at Donna, pleadingly.  "I'll split it with you, fifty-fifty."

"No."  Donna replied, flatly.

"But why not?" Gwen whined.  "I know you need the money."

Donna closed her eyes and sighed.  "I can't, because you offered.  I'm not allowed to charge for magic."

"And I can't just promise to share?"

Donna shook her head.  "Still too specific."

"But I want to do this, and who else would be willing?"

"Willing to do what?" asked a smiling Zoe.  She hugged Donna tight, whispering "thank you" against her chest.

Gwen showed her the fantasy request, and Zoe's eyes widened.  "You could make that happen?" she asked, in wonder.

"Yes."

"Let's go do it then!  Come on, please?"

"OK."  Donna nodded.

"Wait, what?  Really, just like that?"  Gwen asked.

Donna grinned.  "Just like that.  Let's do this!"


Some time later, the three returned to the green room.  Zoe was curled up around Donna's right arm, a slim green snake about two feet long.  In Donna's other hands were the shards of an egg.  Once the 'secret' door closed behind them, Donna brought her hands together, and eggs plus snake reformed into Zoey.  Donna set her down, and with a nudge of power Zoey started to grow.  She overshot to six feet tall, then undershot to a few inches short of her normal stature.

"Close enough.  I think I'll try being a bit short."

Gwen shook her head.  "I can't believe you fit!"

"Well, I got pretty small after your scaly bits 'bit' me."

"Not that small.  What was it like to be an egg?"  Gwen asked.

"What was it like to *lay* that egg?"  Zoey responded, and both laughed.

"I think the egg-laying might have been a bit over the top though," Gwen mused, giving Donna a look.  "That wasn't in the fantasy."

Donna shrugged.  "I was inspired.  Besides, he had the time left.  And you should have seen his face..."

"I couldn't, I was too busy laying an egg!  Man, that was wild.  I hope someone else comes up with something fun.  I don't get it, though.  You can't get paid for this?"

"I can get tipped.  And I've done pretty well by that, with no formal agreement.  You don't have to pay up, nobody does."

"I wouldn't stiff you!  That wouldn't be nice.  What if someone does, though?"

Donna shrugged.  "I'm doing pretty well, I can't complain.  Most people seem to think that what I do is worthwhile."

Heather found Gwen and Donna then.  "Hey you two, you're up again."

Gwen sighed wistfully.  "I wish you hadn't changed Zoey back so quickly.  I was looking forward to dancing with a snake."  She gave Donna a wink.  "Imagine slithering up and down my body as I dance to the...  Wow, you have a good imagination."

Donna slithered around Gwen's feet, eight feet of python with scales matching Gwen's 'tattoo'.  She grinned a snaky grin at Gwen, and then flickered her tongue at the back of Gwen's knee, where she knew she was ticklish.

Gwen laughed, and scooped Donna up.  "Oh, this should be fun."  Once she had her snaky friend draped over her shoulders, Gwen danced up to the stage.

Leo announced Gwen and Donna, and was a bit surprised to see only Gwen on stage.  Once he realized what Donna had done, he cued up her 'Wild Boys' mix for the next song.  They danced with abandon, Donna and Gwen each using the other as a prop, and to play off of.  Donna gathered tips, trying not to perforate the bills too badly.  Some of the guys got skittish when she lunged at them.  Their well-heeled client was not one of those.  He grinned, and put more bills up.

Donna slid off Gwen, and slithered onto his arms.

"I wish I could keep you," he murmured.

Donna whispered into his ear, tickling it with her tongue, "you couldn't afford me."

She coiled and lept back to the stage, returning to her writhing dance.

Toward the end of Wild Boys, Donna curled around the pole, twining herself higher and higher, larger and larger.  She flared a very non-python hood as the song ended, getting quite a reaction.  Leo killed the lights, so she could retreat into mystery.

Gwen tried to pick Donna up as they went down the stairs, and laughed.  "You've gained weight."  Donna was easily twenty feet long, now, and weighed nearly as much as Gwen.

Donna hissed a giggle.  "The better to eat you with, my dear."

"Shush, or he'll ask for an encore."

Before long, Rowan came to them with several requests for 'the snake girl'.  Donna nipped at one, pulling it from the fan.  She put it in Gwen's hands.

"You want to do this one specifically?  Oh, I see.  He's requested 'Union of the Snake'.  Someone who likes your kind of music, of course you're interested."

Donna hissed, "Hey, it's people that age who are mosst in need of uss.  They have housses now, and familiess."

"Knock off the lisp, you're not fooling anyone."

Donna stuck her forked tongue out at Gwen.  "They're wondering if that's all there is, wanting something else from life than bills and demands on their time.  Of course, with all those bills and demands, I guess there's not a lot of money left.  Huh.  Point to you."

"Still want to go do this one?"

"Sssure!"

When they got to private room one, and saw who their client was, Donna gasped.  "Mal?  What are you doing here?"

"You know this guy?"

The man that was waiting for them looked puzzled.  "Not many people call me Mal any more...  Do you know Duncan?"

"Of course she does," replied Gwen without thinking.  "She is... oh, whoops."

"Wait, how is that...  Is that really you?"

Donna sighed a long drawn-out hiss.  "Yes. I didn't expect to see any old friends here."

Mal chuckled nervously.  "Nor did I.  Especially not a guy I know, dancing as a snake.  You were pretty impressive up there, though."

"Thankssss."

Gwen laughed.  "Still want a dance?"

Donna looked at her sharply.  

"Sure, why not.  It'd be weird if Duncan was a woman, but... well, a snake is still weird, but not weird-bad.  I think?"

"Works for me."

There wasn't a lot of room for a twenty-foot python to dance in such a small space, so Donna shrank back down to something that could coil over Gwen's arms once again.  

"How small can you get, anyway?" asked Mal, fascinated.

Donna shrank smaller.  Soon she was just twining about Gwen's hand as she danced, an intricate dance of her own that was barely visible.  At the end of her dance, Gwen presented Donna to Mal in her palm, a tiny snake barely longer than her fingers.

"That was amazing."  Mal pulled a few more bills out of his pocket, and let them fall on top of Donna.

Gwen laughed, and stuffed both the bills and the snake into her cleavage.  "You're welcome.  Come again!"

Back in the green room, she tugged the bills out of their padded storage spot, but Donna stayed behind.  "Come on, Donna.  You can't stay there."

"Why not?" came the faint reply.  "Waaaarm."

Gwen took her bra back off, and leaned over the counter.  She pulled her breasts apart, and Donna fell into one of the cups.  "That's why not."

"This'll do instead," Donna replied, curling up in the bra-cup.

"Come on, just change back."

Donna did so immediately, ending up sitting on top of Gwen's bra.  "Aw, foo.  That was fun."

"Yeah, it was.  Come on, it's time for Crazy Eights."

"What are the stakes tonight?"

"I was thinking a cup size for the winner..."

"Hm.  I don't know."

"Aw come on, it'll be fun."

"No, I mean a cup isn't that much.  How about two?"

"Two what," asked Kate.

"Two cup-sizes if you win the hand of crazy eights.  We'll need to play in the Changing Room, so I can recharge whenever there's a break in the clouds."

Several of the dancers expressed interest, so a card-table was set up.  Donna sat out, standing where a beam of moonlight could catch her when the clouds opened.  Kate, Gwen, Isolde, Zoey and Nissa played the first hand.  Heather joined in on the second round, after hearing that custom breast boosts were on the table.  She took Kate's spot, while Kate was dancing to try out her new assets.

Kate's dancing set the tone.  Everyone who won a round was sent out to dance.  Heather won the next round, Isolde the third, and the fourth was won by Heather again.

"Hm.  OK, hit me.  I'd never considered going this big before, but... you can change me back if I don't like it, right?"

Donna laughed, and nodded.  "Of course."

To everyone's amazement, Heather was actually grinning when she got back.  "Wow.  I think I'm going to keep these.  Thanks, Donna!"

Soon after, Heather headed home.

"She's not going to tip you, is she," said Gwen.

"Probably not, no."

"Still think the tip thing works?"

Donna shrugged.  "I'm doing pretty well, and the rest of you seem OK sorts.  No complaints."

Isolde won the next hand.  "Hm.  I think I'm big enough for now.  Can I get you to do something different, now that Heather's not watching?"

"Sure, but Rowan still is..."

"Kate said you could do custom clothes?"  Donna nodded.  "I want to dance in some kind of really wild outfit.  Like something Lady Gaga would wear."

"Like the dress made entirely from Muppets?  I'm not sure that'd work so well."

"Oooh, I know.  The bubble dress!"

"The what now?"  Donna asked.  She was grinning at the idea, though.  "Sounds interesting."

"She was covered in various size clear plastic bubbles.  Imagine dancing with all that bobbling around to distract."

Donna nodded.  "I can imagine it.  OK.  Shall I change your top, or do you want to use a veil?"

"A veil, I think.  I like my top."

Donna picked up a dancing veil, and draped it over Isolde's shoulders.  A burst of power set it to growing and bubbling.  At the last moment, the bubbles went from clear to pale pink.  

Zoey giggled and pointed.  "You look like a pile of boobs.  Again!"

Isolde laughed in agreement. "It's perfect!  But how do I take it off?"

Donna grinned wickedly.  "Use a pin.  Just remember which ones are real."

Isolde bounced off to the stage, all the bubbles around her squeaking and shifting as she went.

After she was gone, Donna sighed wearily.  "That took all I had, I'm afraid.  The Moon is being shy, so we might have to call it."

Gwen looked at Donna with her best puppy-dog eyes.  "Please?  I know you can draw power even if it's cloudy."

"I don't like to, though."

"Why not?"  Asked Kate.

"It's... well, every time I do it, it gets a little easier."

"So?  That doesn't sound bad."

"Yeah, but it makes me more connected to the Moon.  Bound to it, perhaps.  Every time I do that, it gets easier to change myself, as if I'm becoming less and less... I don't know, fixed."

"Still don't see what's so bad about that," quipped Gwen.

"Because it makes it easier to convince me to change," said Donna.  "Fine, you win.  One last round."

Kate won the final round.  The Moon still hadn't emerged from the clouds, so Donna opened a channel to it, drawing power through her connection with the Moon.  She smiled, serenely.  It did feel good, why was she worried?

"OK.  Ready to rock.  What do you … hey, what are you looking at?"

"You're glowing."

Donna looked down at her chest, touching the Moon-shaped mark there with her fingertips.  She could feel the power coiled there.  "Yeah, it gets a little brighter each time I do that.  It'll subside.  So.  What do you want?  Just a couple more cups?"

Kate shook her head.  "Something small... but fun.  Can you change my mouth to a love-doll's mouth?"

Donna blinked.  "Uh... yeah, sure.  Why?"

Kate said bit too casually, "It seems like a fun idea.  Isn't that enough?"

Donna shrugged.  "Sure, why not.  But let's be a bit careful here.  I'll try to make it so when your mouth is closed, it'll look normal.  That way as long as you don't open it, you can go outside."

"Sounds handy.  Hit me!"

"You asked for it..."  Donna made a tossing gesture at Kate, and the glow from her mark dimmed.

Kate put her hands to her mouth, and opened it.  No teeth appeared, and no tongue.  Just a ribbed rubbery hole.  Her mouth only opened far enough to make a perfect doll 'O' shape.  Kate grinned, and gave Donna a thumbs up.

"So you like it?"

Kate nodded, and bounced out of the room to go dance.

Rowan was at the door.  "Well.  That's a little more subtle than last time.  Are you done playing around?  There are some interesting requests coming in.  Apparently somebody is talking up the fantasies available here."

Donna grinned.  "Cool.  What've you got?"

"Well, someone wants to see Marilyn Monroe."

"Oh, cool." said Nissa.  Then she launched into a pitch-perfect imitation of Marilyn's
"Happy Birthday Mr. President".

Everyone just stared at her, until she was done.  Then Donna started the applause.

"That was great!"

"Yeah, I just could never pull the look off.  You know, being over six feet tall, and all."

"That's easy to fix.  How tall was she?"

"Five foot five and a half," replied Nissa, without a moment's hesitation.

"Going down..."  Even though Donna knew to be careful with size changes, she still managed to overshoot.

Nissa looked around the room in wonder.  Moments before she'd been the tallest, and now she was the shortest.  "You guys are all so tall.  This is so cool!  But I think I'm too short now."

Rowan dug out a measuring tape, and checked.  "Yup.  Five foot two."

"OK, just hold that tape there and I'll..."  Before Donna could finish speaking, Nissa was growing back up toward the right height.  With the guideline, Donna managed to hit the mark exactly.

Nissa danced around the room.  "Oh, this is perfect!  Can I stay this height for a while?"

"Sure.  It'll wear off in a bit over a week like the other changes do."

"She still doesn't look quite like Marilyn.  Hair's workable, and the body will pass... but her face is her own," noted Rowan.

"If someone has a picture handy, that would make it easier."

Nissa happened to have several Marilyn pictures handy, and using those as a reference, Donna got her looking very close indeed.

Nissa stared into the mirror, unable to believe what she was seeing.  Norma Jean looked back at her, mimicking her every move.  "Oh, my," she breathed, in Marilyn's voice.  She gave Donna a hug that would have crushed her at Nissa's normal stature.  "Thank you so much!"

Donna chuckled as she watched Nissa head off to her assignment.  "There goes a happy customer."

"More than one, I expect," commented Rowan, wryly.  "There are a couple other celebrity requests.  I imagine those will be pretty popular."

Donna laughed.  "Probably.  Got anything really interesting in the stack?"

Rowan paged through it.  "Hm.  Well, there's one for a three-breasted girl."

"Oooh, do me!" called Gwen.  Donna didn't even look at her, and she could feel a third breast swell in between the other two.  "Cool!  Twice the cleavage."


Nissa ended up doing most of the celebrity impersonations.  She had a knack for it, and was having a blast looking like famous people.  After a few tries, Donna got better at getting the voices right, so others could join in.

The only one that volunteered, though, was Neysa.  The bellydancer liked the idea of being Jasmine from Aladdin, and already had an outfit that fit the role.

Unfortunately, Donna found that it was impossible to get the look right.  She was glad that the Moon had broken through again, as she had to try again and again to get Neysa even close.  Something seemed to be keeping her from going directly for Jasmine's appearance, so she had to edge up sideways, a step at a time.

Still the end effect was pretty close.  Neysa later told her that the customer was very pleased indeed with the result, and tipped really well on top of the amount he'd already bid for the fantasy.

"Next time, though, he wants Rajah as well."

Donna grinned toothily.  "That would be fun!"

Shortly before closing, Gwen approached Donna with an odd request.  "I'd like you to meet someone with me.  I had to book it as a room rental, but I'm paying for it."

Donna tilted her head.  "That's odd.  What's up?"  Still, she followed along behind Gwen.

Gwen opened the door.  "Donna, meet Doctor Brown.  Doc, this is Donna.  I told you a little about her, but..."

The sedately dressed gentleman in the room nodded.  "You were very mysterious indeed.  But you'd piqued my curiosity, so here I am."

"Can you show him what you did for my back, Donna?  He was... very curious about how I recovered so quickly."

"I, uh...  Hm.  We need to cover something more basic first.  Gwen, hold up your hand."

Gwen did so.  Then both Gwen and the Doctor were shocked to see the flesh of her hand vanish, leaving only the skeleton behind.  Gwen recovered first, and wiggled her fingerbones.  "Oooh, that's new."

"What on earth?" asked Doctor Brown.

"Magic," said Donna.   "I can transform people.  Mostly it's temporary, but there are ways to make it permanent.  I fixed Gwen's vertebrae."

The doctor frowned.  "That's... well, impossible is the wrong word, isn't it.  Given what I can see.  But...  Hm.  May I see the result?  I wasn't willing to send Gwen for X-rays just to satisfy my curiosity."

Donna nodded.  "Same way as with the hand?  Sure.  Could you turn your back to Doctor Brown, Gwen?"

Gwen did so.  "Hey, maybe I can be a skeleton for Hallowe'en."

"Don't go giving me ideas, or you might just end up like that."

"Come on, do it!  Oooh!  I can feel my flesh melting away..."  Gwen shuddered.

Donna sighed.  "Look what you did.  Now you're all just bones.  You know I'm not good at saying no to you.  Blast it, I even ended up drawing on the Moon again, and I was trying to avoid that."

Gwen tried to speak, but without lips or tongue, nothing came out but the clacking of her jaw.  She stood quietly as Doctor Brown examined her.

"This is incredible.  Even if you couldn't fix bones, being able to see a patient in this detail would be fantastically valuable."  He tentatively reached out to touch Gwen's spine, probing at the relevant vertebrae.

"It all looks sound.  I can't even see any sign of the original break.  This is simply incredible."

"That's the thing.  I tried doing this to another girl, someone Gwen knew through her therapy group.  But she refused the change.  She just wanted to keep collecting disability."

"Ah.  Do you have any idea the can of worms you'd be opening?  Do you have any medical knowledge at all?"

Donna shook her head.  "I studied robotics, not medicine, for my doctorate."

"Ah.  Well.  Look, I'd like to explore this further, but... sanely.  Not just changing random people.  Let me think about this, and I'll get back to you.  How can I contact you?"

"Through Gwen.  She knows how to reach me when I'm not at the club.  I can only do this stuff the night of the full Moon, so keep that in mind."

"Duly noted.  Thank you."

Gwen and Donna returned to the green room.  They headed for the Changing Room, and used the Moonstone and one of Gwen's bras to change her back to normal.  She was pleasantly surprised to find that her tattoo came back.

"Yeah, the form you get from the Moon is your new 'normal', and all your clothes will reflect that."

"Handy!"

There was a tapping at the door.  Donna looked over, and saw Kate.  "Ah good.  It's getting late.  Come on in and the Moonstone can change you back."

Kate stayed just outside the door, shaking her head.

Donna frowned.  "Don't you want to change back?"

Kate flashed a big wad of bills, and shook her head again.

Gwen grinned.  "Looks like you're having fun."  She closed the Moonstone's box.  "So if you're not changing back, are you here to go full doll instead?"

Kate paused a moment, then grinned a big happy O of a grin, and nodded.

Donna sighed.  "Don't say it, Gwen.  Kate, you need to think about this.  As a lovedoll, you'd be stuck indoors."

Kate shrugged, and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen that had already seen some use.  She wrote 'I can live with that.  I'll just stay here until it wears off.'

Her hand turned into a rubbery mitt, and the pen fell from it.  Kate looked startled, then grinned even wider.  Very carefully she picked up the pen in her doll hand, taking a few tries to get a grip on it.  She managed to write, 'Still OK with it.'

"Do it," whispered Gwen in Donna's ear.

And Kate fell to the floor as a sheen of plastic washed across her body.  When it was done, lying in her place was an amazingly realistic inflatable doll.  "Gwen!"

"Aw c'mon.  Look how she's smiling."