Trust Machines - Slumber Party
“Aww, you’re going out all night?”

Jen shrugged at her boyfriend.  “Come on, I told you in advance.  Every other Friday is girls’ night.”

Terry sighed.  “I know.  What are you going to do, anyway?”

Jen grinned impishly.  “We’re having a slumber party at Katie’s place.”

“What, sitting around giggling in nightshirts, talking about boys?”

“Well, that and pillow-fights, and doing each other’s makeup.  Oh, and lingerie, not nightshirts.”  Jen’s grin got even wider, watching Terry’s mind explode.

Once Terry was more or less coherent again, Jen made it worse.  “Would you like to tag along?”

“Buh...  You said it was a girls night.”

“Oh, there won’t be any boys there.”

“But...  Wha?”

“If you’ll do exactly as I say, you’ll find out.”

“Deal.”

So that was how Terry first visited a Venn Machine.  He’d heard about how they could change you into anything, and had quite frankly found the idea terrifying.  But Jen was the sexiest girl he’d ever dated, and she promised that it was only for a day.

“Look, you said you’d do exactly as I said.  See, it’s set for only a day - you’ll be back to normal Saturday night no matter what.”

Terry gulped, then nodded.  “OK.  What do I do?”

“Step in your side, and don’t touch anything.”

A minute later, Jen emerged from her side of the machine, and went around to the other side.  She picked up the giant fluffy pillow that was sitting there, and squeezed it tight.  “Another pillow is always welcome at a slumber party.  Come on.”

Jen made sure to cuddle up to or sit on Terry all night.  And thanks to his presence, there was indeed a pillow-fight.  Jen made sure to aim for her friend’s chests as much as she could.

He was very comfy to sleep on, too, when they finally got around to actually sleeping.

Late Saturday afternoon, Jen finally made her way back to her apartment.  She closed all the shades, then showered.  She spent the rest of the afternoon naked with still-pillowy Terry.  He was just so silky and nice to touch.  She ended up in bed with him after dinner, back arched over him as she made good use of certain favourite toys.

That was how Terry found her when he returned to normal - draped over his body, sheened with sweat, and moaning.  He didn’t ask questions, he just joined in.

Much later, his first coherent sentence was, “That was not what I had in mind.”

“So... coming along next time?  I bet you’d make a lovely lipstick.  Imagine spending the night on my lips, while we practice kissing.”

“You... don’t need any practice.”

Jen’s impish grin returned.  “Thanks.  But I know it’s part of the guy fantasy, so I’ll make sure you get to kiss every girl there, getting smeared onto their lips too.”

Terry flopped back, and groaned.  “You’re insane.”

Jen’s hand drifted to his crotch.  “Your little head seems to like the idea.”

“I know.  I must be insane, too.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yes.”

Jen squealed with delight, and pounced on Terry.  “I am so keeping you.”

“As a guy, I hope.”

“Most of the time.”