'Til We Meet Again

The two weeks before Lynda’s birthday were the longest two weeks of her life.  In one way that was good, she savored every minute she got with Milo during the day.  It was the nights that proved difficult.  She’d already burned out two sets of batteries in the vibrator Cyndi had talked her through buying.

Cyndi wasn’t having a great time of it either.  They went flying every day, and when Milo used the magic ring—the ring that she had sweated for, darn it—to turn Lynda into a model airplane, she had a difficult choice.  Go flying, and deal with her fear of heights, or stay on the ground as a pair of panties.  If she was lucky, Milo would leave her as a plush kitty with working glass eyes.  Once, she ended up as a tiny model pilot in the gondola of a blimp.  That was the worst of both worlds, so after that she stuck with Lynda, and gradually came to accept that as a plane they were unlikely to suddenly fall out of the sky.  She even came to appreciate the rush of wind over their skin, but she never again tried to touch the controls.  Milo had them under radio control most days, anyway.

Some evenings Lynda and Cyndi talked about that.  Being controlled so completely, every motion and movement under Milo’s expert control...  Lynda had found it unnerving at first, but now she looked forward to it.  Cyndi’s thrill at having control taken away from her had never gone away, and teasing Lynda with it often led to the battery-depleting sessions that were such fun as her panties.  Lynda had stopped apologizing for those once she realized that Cyndi was actively trying to make them happen.  It didn’t stop her, though.

One day, Milo asked Lynda to lend him Cyndi for an afternoon.  Lynda spent the free time walking through the park, getting used to the feel of sunlight on her skin instead of her fuselage.  She found herself in a clearing, watching the birds, and wishing she was up there with them.  The strength of that wish bothered her, and she spent the rest of the afternoon running and jumping, working her body to the limits just to feel human again.

Milo said nothing about the excursion.  Cyndi had returned as a plush kitten and Lynda didn’t ask for her to be changed back that night.  They sat and watched TV after dinner, a rare treat for Cyndi.  Other girls might have had twinges of jealousy about their prettier friend spending an afternoon with their boyfriend, but Lynda trusted Milo.  It helped that Cyndi was all a-giggle because she knew what Lynda was getting for her birthday.  Lynda tried to tease a few hints out of her, but Cyndi would only talk about this oh-so-cute collar she’d seen but Milo had refused to buy.

Lynda was secretly glad.  It was crazy enough being Milo’s possession whenever he changed her.  The collar would make her feel like that all the time...  What worried her most was that Cyndi’s teasing about it was really turning her on.

Finally the big day arrived.  Milo released Cyndi, using the ring to transform Lynda’s dress into a spectacular one.  The three of them ate a delicious home-cooked meal with Lynda’s parents.  The laughed and sang as Lynda blew out the eighteen candles on her cake.  Then it was time for gifts.  Milo presented his first, a pair of purple crystal earrings in the shape of birds.  He confessed that Cyndi had helped him pick them out, and laughed a bit as he retold how she’d warned him away from rings due to the implications of such a gift.

Lynda of course put the earrings on immediately, and swore she’d wear no others.

The next gift was from Cyndi.  She looked quite surprised, as except for Prom she’d barely been human for more than a few minutes at any point in the past two months.  She’d had no chance to buy anything.  When the box was opened, both Lynda and Cyndi blushed bright pink.  It was the collar she’d egged Milo on about.  It was smooth leather, dyed deep purple, with a simple buckle in back.  On the front was a metal disk with a plane engraved on it.  Lynda offered it to Cyndi.  “It seems more your style.”

Cyndi buckled it on with a grin, then leaned over to whisper to Lynda, “I’ll have it on your neck soon.”  Lynda’s blush was almost as dark as the collar.

Lynda’s parents set a small box on the table, almost exactly the same size as the previous one.  “I hope it’s not another collar,” she quipped.

“This is something I’ve been working on for some time now.  We were going to use it in our act, but I think you need it more,” said Lynda’s mother.

Lynda was overcome with curiosity, and tore the wrapping open in a flash.  Inside the box were two bracelets, simple silver chains.  One of them was decorated with an odd collection of silver figures.  A pair of lips, a tiny body, an eye, a hand, a tongue, a nose.  Even a little brain.  “I... don’t get it.”

“Put the charm bracelet on.  Cyndi, you should wear the other one.”

“If you say so,” Cyndi said curiously.

“Now Milo, if you’d be so kind as to change Cyndi?”

A moment later, Cyndi dropped to the floor as a copy of the collar she’d been wearing.  Lynda adjusted her now much simpler dress, then blushed anew as she slid the collar onto her neck.  “Um, now what?”

“This is soo cool!” came Cyndi’s voice from Lynda’s wrist.  “I can see!  I can smell, I can feel everything.”

Lynda looked at her mother in wonder.  “This is... it’s like the ear-bud, but better?”

“That’s the idea.  We were going to use it for a mentalist act, but... well, you and Cyndi need it more.”

Lynda popped the ear-bud out of her ear, and handed it to her Mother.  “I guess I don’t need to keep borrowing this, then.  Thank you.  This is incredible.”

“Yes, thanks!”

Lynda’s mother explained the meaning of each charm.  One for each sense, one for speech, and one for telepathy.  Once Cyndi realized she would be able put words in Lynda’s head, she laughed.  “Ooooh, this will be fun.  You won’t be able to shut me out!”

Lynda shook her head.   “A mixed blessing, this is.”

“There is another thing.  Not a gift, exactly, but a privilege and a responsibility.”

Lynda looked at her father curiously.  “Is this a good thing?”

He smiled wanly.  “Your mother thinks so.  I’m less sanguine.  You are old enough to manage the house on your own.  We’re going to do a short warm-up tour to get our magic act ready for our tour this fall.  Only a week.  You can keep the house intact for a week, right?”

Lynda looked puzzled. “You’ve left me home before.  Of course I can.”

“This time, we haven’t asked Mrs. Klein to keep an eye on the place.  And, um... on you, while she was at it.”

“I figured as much.  Yes, Daddy, I can be responsible.”  She tried very hard not to look at Milo as she said it.  “When are you leaving?  You haven’t said anything about it.”

Lynda’s mother gave her a hug.  “Right now.  Have fun!”

Before anyone could say another word, Lynda’s mother transformed into a massive tiger, and prowled to the front door.  Her father chuckled.  “I guess that’s my cue.  Take care, I want this house spic and span when we get back a week Monday.”   Heave Milo a significant look, then turned to go.

The door closed behind them, and that was that.  Lynda stared at Milo.  Milo stared back.  “Um... now what?”

“Now you turn her into a lovedoll and do what you should have two weeks ago,” said Cyndi from Lynda’s wrist.  Lynda’s blush explored previously unknown parts of the spectrum.

“M... maybe you should tell your parents you’ll... ah...” Lynda stammered to a halt.

“What she means is, tell them you’re not going to be home for a week.”

Milo seized onto that, and soon the call was complete.  “Dad just said congratulations.  Then asked me if I had enough condoms.”

Cyndi started to laugh uproariously.  “From the look on your face, you don’t have any at all.  Oh, this is priceless.  You’ll have to use her as a doll, then.”

“What?” shouted Milo and Lynda together.

“Dolls can’t get pregnant.  Dolls also don’t have to overcome ‘good girl’ hangups about sex.  If you make her your lovedoll, she doesn’t have to feel guilty about saying yes.”

“Lynda?” asked Milo of the blushing girl.  “Is that true?”

Lynda squeaked out an incomprehensible answer, then just nodded.

Milo slowly untied the thong from around his neck, shook the ring free, and slid it onto his finger.  “This is what you really want?”

Lynda stared up at him helplessly.  Her hand stole to the collar at her neck, and Cyndi took that moment to pipe up.  “Say yes already!  What are you waiting for?”

“For it to be her choice,” said Milo softly.  “Not yours, not mine.  Especially not because I ‘own’ her in some sense.  I don’t want our first time to be as man and lovedoll, but if it is truly what she wants...”

Lynda hugged him tight.  “Thank you.  Thank you thank you thank you.”  The hug and kisses turned into snuggling and petting.  Clothing was shed, a bed was found, and then the lack of condoms became an immediate concern.

“That,” moaned Milo after they had stopped, “Was not well thought out.”

Lynda blushed, covering her nakedness with her hands.  “No, I, uh...  I guess we should have figured out what to do.”

“Amateurs,” muttered Cyndi from the bracelet.  “You have a ring that can turn anything into anything.  Make a condom.”

Milo snickered.  “Now I’m glad again I took the ring off.  Otherwise somebody would be a condom about now.”

“I’m game,” said Cyndi.

“Oh hell no,” snapped Lynda immediately.  She pulled the collar off her neck and gave Cyndi a shake.  “You are not going there, not on my first time.”

“So you might let me do it later?  Cool.”

“Cyndi!”

“Oh!  Right, you want to be his condom first.  Oooh, does that mean I get some, finally?”

“CYNDI!  Stop it!  Stop it right now or I swear I’ll get Milo to turn you into a rock and hide you in the garden.  Then we’ll just go out and buy condoms like normal people, and you’ll miss everything.”

“Hmf.  Fine.  Be that way.  I’ll keep my yummy, sexy ideas to myself.  And good luck finding condoms at this time of night.”

“Fine,” huffed Lynda.  “We’ll just get them in the morning then.”

“And give poor Milo there blue balls?  Now who’s being mean?”

Milo sighed long-sufferingly.  “I’ll be fine, really.  It’s not a fatal condition.  A nice cold shower sounds lovely about now.”

Lynda cuddled up against him.  “I really am sorry, Milo.  I’ll make it up to you.”

He shook his head.  “This shouldn’t be about ‘making it up’ or ‘owing’ or ‘owning’ or anything.”

“I didn’t mean it like I owed you sex.  But right now...  Uh, what would make it better?”

“Turning you into a pocket pussy,” murmured Cyndi.

“Cyndi,” warned Lynda, dangerously.

“Fine, fine.  Turn a pillow into one, then.”

“But then you’d get free and...”

Milo sat up abruptly, and reached for the ring.  “I’ve got it!  Stuff her into the pillow.”

Lynda did so, despite protests from Cyndi about how unfair this all was.  Soon the pillow was a giant plush heart, with ‘Lynda + Milo’ stitched across the front.  Lynda giggled at it, and hugged it tight.  “Aww, can we keep her like this?”

“Uh...  You know what, maybe that’s the best idea after all.  It’s late.  I’ll have a quick shower, and we’ll get condoms the normal way in the morning..”

They both slept in Lynda’s bed.  They put the Cyndi-pillow between them to act as chaperone, much to her dismay.

* * *

The next day, they left the Cyndi on the bed, and the ring on Lynda’s vanity. Lynda still had the bracelet on, but warned Cyndi to stay quiet or the bracelet would go into her purse.  Cyndi took the opportunity to figure out how the telepathic bond worked, and kept teasing Lynda about where they should go to get condoms and ‘other toys’.

Cyndi’s efforts were not in vain.  Lynda directed Milo to the store where Cyndi had helped her buy her first vibrator.  They certainly had a wide selection of condoms, and Lynda had to agree with Cyndi that it would be hard to find such a display elsewhere.  They disappointed Cyndi by picking the most plain and ordinary type, ones that were sold more on the basis of solid construction than knobbles, knurls, or other exotic features.

Lynda couldn’t help but browse the rest of the store.  Some of the stuff was tacky, and just made her blush.  But others gave her ideas of things she might want to be with Milo... which made her blush even more.  Milo was hardly immune, and she noticed the pink on his cheeks as well.  “Thinking about things you want me to be?” she whispered in his ear.  He got a lot pinker.

Lynda frowned, and did a double take.  That big red pillow up on the wall looked awfully familiar, if you added some stitched names.  “Milo!  That pillow is exactly like the one you... ah, made for me.  You’ve been here before?”

Milo shrugged.  “Not with a girl, but I... uh, might have a thing or two at home to help... uh, relieve myself after our dates.”

Lynda giggled.  “We should swing by your place and pick them up.  I want to see.  I also want that pillow, could you be a dear and get it down?”

As they were approaching the cashier, Cyndi suggested that Lynda ask about the ‘special collection’, so she did.  The cashier gave her an odd look.  “Who told you about that?”

Lynda shrugged, and replied, “My friend, Cyndi.”

The cashier smiled at that.  “Oh?  I haven’t seen her in here in a while.”

Lynda giggled nervously at that, but didn’t elaborate.

The special collection was a small display room behind a hidden door.  There was an array of alarmingly lifelike sex toys along one side, and posters of love dolls along the other, labelled ‘special order’.  Lynda stared at them in wonder.  “They look... real.”

“Not quite.  But they’re very close,” said the sales-clerk.  “We have... samples of a sort.”  He pulled open a drawer, and in it were a dozen breasts of different sizes.  The nipples on all of them were pert and erect, but otherwise bore no resemblance to each other.  They were as varied as one might see on real women.  Milo snickered and pointed.  “That one looks a lot like you,” he said.

Lynda turned to the clerk.  “Are these for sale?”  The figure that got named made her eyes widen, but when Milo’s back was turned she nodded to the clerk, and paid cash on the spot.

As they were driving off, Milo asked, “Were you serious about going to my house?  You haven’t met my parents yet, and you really should.  They figure I just disappear all day and fly planes or daydream.  I think they think you’re a figment of my imagination.”

Lynda laughed.  “I’m your fantasy girl you can turn into anything you want.  So I kind of am, I guess.”

Milo yanked his eyes back to the road.  “God, it’s a good thing I’m not wearing the ring just now.”

Lynda giggled.  “What would I have been?”

Milo laughed softly.  “That breast from the drawer, probably.”

“Cool.”

“You’d like that?”

Lynda just smiled, and her hand patted the bag containing her purchase.

“Or maybe something smaller,” mused Milo.  “Something I can tuck in my pocket and touch whenever I feel lonely.”

“Mmm.  Your pocket girlfriend.  I like it.”

“This is so weird.  That it’s even possible.”

“Or that you’d enjoy it?  We’d both enjoy it.” Lynda smiled.  “If we’re both happy, how can it be wrong?”

Milo shook his head, but he was smiling too.  Lynda snuggled up against him and leaned her head on his shoulder for the rest of the drive.

At Milo’s parents’ house, they were invited in for lunch.  Milo’s sister had just woken up, and came down to lunch dressed in only a loose silk robe, much to her mother’s dismay.  Lynda shared a private giggle with Milo, and whispered to him, “she’s actually worse than Cyndi.”

Milo’s mother was a kindly woman, who fussed over Lynda and appeared glad to know that she actually existed.  Milo’s father was quite ribald about his comments, until Lynda shut him up by saying that his son had been a perfect gentleman.

“He’s what?  Seriously?”  Lynda nodded at Milo’s Dad.

“Well I think it’s sweet,” said Milo’s mother.  “There’s no need to rush these things, Harold.”

“Yes there is,” snarked Milo’s sister, Kitty.  “He’s going to university in two weeks.  Off to the bright lights of the big city, where girls outnumber boys.”

Milo shook his head.  “Nah, I’m going to a tech-focussed campus.  One of the few left that still has substantially more guys.”

Kitty looked at him like he was crazy, and shook her head.  “I swear we’re not related.”

“Kitty!”  Milo’s mother glared at her until she apologized.

On that uncomfortable note, Lynda and Milo took their leave, though not before Milo had a chance to pick up a few things from his bedroom.  Lynda was surprised at the size of the bag he brought out.  “I didn’t think you had that many toys...”

Milo blushed.  “I don’t.  But I could use a few changes of clothes, too.  If your invitation extends further...”

Lynda grinned, and nodded.  “It does.  At least until my folks come home, I’m not sure Dad would approve after that.”

They didn’t go straight back to the house, though.  They went to the park where Milo had first seen Lynda use the ring, and walked the paths until they’d found the exact spot where it had happened.

“Do you think Cyndi knew I was watching?” asked Milo.

“Cyn?  Did you?”

“As much as I’d like to claim credit,” came Cyndi’s voice from her wrist, “No.  I just wanted somewhere private to ambush you and get you to make good on your promise to use me as your panties.  We still have to get you some normal satin panties, you know.  Especially if I’m going to be stuck as this collar.”

Lynda blushed, but Milo thought that was a lovely idea, so they spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for intimates for Lynda.  Cyndi guided her to her favourite store in the mall, and her telepathic commentary while Lynda was trying out some of the choices kept her cheeks flaming.  Especially when she suggested that Milo should be the one with the bracelet, so he could see.

That night, Lynda made dinner for them, with Milo beside her in the kitchen helping out.  They stood close together, brushing against each other and smiling shyly from time to time as they worked.  Lynda fed Milo little tastes of the sauce as she worked on it, and he reciprocated by popping little bits of chopped vegetables into her mouth.

“God, that smells good,” said Cyndi as they sat down to eat.  “Please let me out so I can have some.”

“Do you promise to be good?” asked Lynda.

“Yes,” said Cyndi meekly.

So Milo went upstairs and fetched the ring.  Lynda grinned as she saw it on his finger, and a moment later she bounced to the seat of her chair as a little nub of rubber.  Milo picked her up, and rolled the golf-ball sized rubber breast back and forth in his hand.  He tucked her in his pocket to play with her for a bit, then set her on the table.  A few moments later she was a spoon, and he was still eating with her when Cyndi came down the stairs.

“Where is she?” asked Cyndi.  Milo waved the spoon at her, and she giggled.  “Oh, wow.  She really is just a thing to you.”

Milo clucked his tongue softly.  “Human or not, I love her.  Though I’d love to know how she’s feeling.  Can we borrow the bracelet?”

One of the paper napkins turned into a heavy fabric one, and then Lynda was in Milo’s arms, snuggling against him happily.  “Oh, that was... what was the second bit?”

“My spoon.”

“So that was your tongue?  Ooooh.”  Lynda shuddered.  Then she saw Cyndi, and blushed.

Lynda set a third place at the table, there was more than enough food.  They ate in silence, though Lynda’s eyes frequently got lost in Milo’s, or staring at the ring on his hand.

Afterward, Lynda got the collar from Cyndi, and handed it to Milo.  She knelt in front of him.  “Please put it on me, my owner.”

Milo did so, and Lynda’s eyes slitted in pleasure.  “Despite this gesture, I’m not your owner.”

“You are.  And tonight, when you had me in the palm of your hand...  I was so happy to be just that.”

She bounced to the floor, a little rubber breast once more.  Milo picked her up, and tucked her in his pocket.  His hand stayed there.

Cyndi sighed softly.  “I know.  It gets to you, doesn’t it?”  Milo looked at her sharply, and she shrugged.  “I’ve been hers for months now.  Why do you think I jumped her in the woods?  I loved being hers, being possessed.  It made me happier than any relationship I’ve ever had with a guy.  ‘Course they weren’t like you.”

“What do you mean?” asked Milo, trying to focus on her.  It was hard, the fact that his girlfriend was in his pocket, wrapped in his fingers was more than just distracting.

“Look at you.  You have a raging hard-on for her.  She’s not going to say no, you have to know that.  And yet... here you are.  Just... touching.”

Milo smiled.  “Touch is important.  More important than sex.”

Cyndi shook her head, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.  “How would you even know?  Sex is amazing.”

“It probably is.  But give a person everything they could want except hugs, and what do you get?”

Cyndi whimpered. “Me.”

“I’m sorry.”  Milo held his arms open, offering a hug.  Cyndi looked at him like a wounded animal, but slowly inched her way over.

“Won’t Lynda mind?”

“No.  You need a hug.”

Cyndi let herself be coaxed into a tentative hug with Milo, but soon skittered back.  

Milo sighed.  “My Mom always said you should keep kids short on pocket money, but long on hugs.”

“My mom died when I was ten.”  Milo just stared at her in mute surprise, then apologized.  Haltingly, Cyndi told of what it had been like growing up without a mother.  Before he’d remarried, her father had given her every material thing she could ask for, but he’d been too busy to spend much time with her.

“That’s terrible.  No wonder you need hugs... is that why you’re so keen on living clothes?”

“I...”  Cyndi sniffed, and shrugged.  “I guess.”  In the silence that followed, her eyes were drawn to the little nub of rubber that Milo was rolling about in his hand with his thumb.  “God, I wish I could feel what that was like, my whole body enclosed in a h...”

Then Lynda was weighing down Milo’s hand.  He barely managed to get his other arm around her before she fell to the ground, and pulled her into a hug.  Lynda poured herself into the hug, and nuzzled up against him for a kiss.  “Mmmm.  God, I’m so turned on right now.”

Milo shifted uncomfortably.  “I...”

Linda wriggled against him and grinned.  “And I can feel you are too.”

“Stop.  I... we need to talk, first.”

Lynda pouted, but wriggled off his lap and sat beside him.  At his urging, she looked for the little sphere Cyndi had become, and picked her up, toying idly with her as Milo started to speak.

“We both want to take the last step.  But...  I have to know.  Are you really ready for this?  When it’s not the heat of the moment, skin against skin...  God, why is this so hard?”

Lynda giggled, and Cyndi piped up from her wrist, “Because that’s so hard.”  Lynda gave her a firm squeeze, which made Cyndi moan softly, but also shut her up.  Her fingers found the little nub on the sphere’s surface, and couldn’t help but tease it, making it impossible for Cyndi to do anything but moan.

Milo and Lynda just stared at the little rubber sphere in her palm as the moaning got louder, louder, peaked and died off.

“Did you just...” asked Milo in wonder.

Lynda blushed.  “I’m not surprised.  You got me off at least three times while you had me like that.”

Milo buried his face in his hands.  “This is so out of control.”

Lynda snuggled up against him again, and kissed his cheek.  “Just think of it as stealing third base.  Kind of like when I appeared on your palm, and you were holding me up by...”

Milo blushed even brighter, and squeaked.  “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be.  I liked it.  A lot.  All of it.”

“I’m a fool for trying to stop it, aren’t I?”

Lynda kissed his cheek.  “You’re the sweetest guy I know, and that’s part of it.  And,” she said with a heartfelt sigh.  “I think you’re right.  When my brain’s not pickled in happy-juice, I’m not ready for a squeeze play at home plate, not yet.  There’s no-one I’d rather be with but you, no one I’d rather do it with but...”

Milo sighed.  “Not yet.”

Cyndi sighed as well.  “Amateurs.  Quit whining.”

“What?” they both asked at once.

“You’re getting all mopey about not doing something neither of you seem to really want to do anyway.  And forgetting there’s all kinds of other fun stuff you could be doing.”

Milo chuckled softly.  “And forgetting the ring, as well.”

“Exactly.  Turn her into one of your toys, then use her vibrator on it.  I’m sure she’d have fun.”  Cyndi looked down at her restored body, and laughed.  “C’mon, I’ll show you where she hides it.”

Milo scooped up the fleshy-looking thing that was sitting where Lynda had been, and couldn’t help but brush his fingers over it.  What was she thinking now?  She still had the master bracelet, so he couldn’t know.  Nor could Cyndi, with the other one—all she had was the telepathic bond, and Lynda was likely too distracted to use it.

At the base of the stairs Cyndi stopped with a smirk.  “Oooh, here’s her shopping.  We’ll have to take that up, too.  Maybe she can model some of it for you later, and see if that iron will of yours still holds.”

Milo just laughed, and gestured for her to lead the way.  In Lynda’s room, Cyndi spilled the bag’s content onto the bed, a shimmering array of silky fabrics.  The last thing to fall out was a very realistic fake breast, landing among the panties and bras with its nipple facing up.

“Where’d that come from?” asked Milo in surprise.

Cyndi giggled.  “Somebody was naughty behind your back in the special collection.”  She picked it up, hefting it in her hands.  “Feels as real as it looks, but... oh, what’s this?”  Cyndi looked at the underside and grinned.  “Ooooh, I wish I could try this out.”

Cyndi bounced to the bed, and came to rest against her identical twin rubber breast.  Lynda tumbled from Milo’s hands, and fortunately landed on the bed.  She was panting, flushed and sheened with sweat.

“Lynda?  Are you OK?”

Lynda moaned softly in reply.

“Did I hurt you?”

Lynda laughed throatily, then jumped up and gave Milo a ferocious hug.  “No, no, not at all.  That was...  Oh, it was everything.  I so have to do that for you.”

Milo stiffened in concern as the mental image that gave him strengthened, but the ring didn’t react.  “Ohhh.  You almost got the chance.  I think we’ve tired the poor ring out once again.”  He took it off, and set it on Lynda’s vanity.

“Oh, foo.”  Lynda looked around.  “Where’s Cyndi?”

Milo wordlessly pointed to the pile of shimmery underthings on the bed, and the matched pair of breasts sitting on top of it.  Lynda giggled.  “She’s just a boob?  Aww, if we had one more you could juggle ‘em.”

Milo snickered at the image.  “I’ll have to try that later.”

Lynda picked up the two breasts, and looked them over.  She snorted as she noticed something.  “Did you add this?”  She pointed the base of one toward Milo.

Milo blushed, which was answer enough.  One of the breasts had an extremely realistic opening in the other end of it, the other was smooth and round.

“Heh.  I guess Cyndi’s the one without the bonus feature.”

“And darn put out about it, too,” Cyndi piped up.  “Am I really stuck like this?”

“Just for tonight.  We’ll use the new pillow between us, so your chaperoning days are over.”

“Yay,” Cyndi said without conviction, then asked, “You really didn’t know that pussy was there?”

Lynda blushed, and dropped the breast in question on the bed.  Like before, its slightly wider and flatter base made it land with the nipple facing up.  “No!  Honestly, I had no idea!”

Cyndi snickered.  “Sure.  I believe you.  So, Milo will this help with your... difficulties?”

Milo blushed much more deeply.  “I... uh... I think I’ll be good, tonight.”

“Not going to put on a show?” asked Cyndi sweetly.

“No.”  Milo did, however, pick the breast up and examine it.

“Awww.”

“Cyndi!  What are you doing?” hissed Lynda.

Cyndi giggled.  “Exactly what you were planning to do.  Get Milo off with a toy.  It’s not sex, but it should be fun for the poor boy.”

“I’m good.”  Milo sounded like he was strangling.

“Are you sure?  I’d hate to send you to bed with blue balls again.”

Milo retreated to the upstairs bathroom.  Cyndi laughed and laughed, then noted, “He’s still got the boob with the pussy in back.  Want to bet he’s using it right now?”

“Cyndi!”  Lynda blushed.

“I just wish that was me.”

“Oh my god, you’re terrible.  Just stop, please?  Or I’m going to catch fire and burn to ashes from embarrassment.”

“Fine.  I’ll stop.  Just... hold on to me, OK?”

Cyndi slept in the bed with Lynda and Milo again, snuggled up in Lynda’s arms.  Lynda could feel her happiness through the telepathic bond of the bracelets.

* * *

After breakfast the next morning, Lynda mused,  “You know, it’s not quite the same pillow.  I wonder if we could get Milo and Lynda stitched onto this one.”

Milo nodded.  “That’s a great idea.  Mind if I use your phone?  I’ll call around to see if I can find someone that can do it.”

“Of course!”

Twenty minutes later, Milo was dashing out the door.  He’d found a place that could do a rush job, but only if he got it to them right away.

"Where's the ring?" asked Cyndi through the bracelet once Milo was gone.

"Milo took it when he went out."

"Aw, man.  I'm stuck as a boob until he gets back?"

Lynda nodded.  "Sorry.  Let's see if we can't have some fun with that, though."  She dug through her underthings and found a sports bra that was little more than a formless elastic band.  She didn't need much more support than that.  Lynda put it on, then picked up Cyndi, and tucked her in between her breasts.  It wasn't a perfect match, but it was very close.

She skipped over to the mirror and admired her new look.  The third breast made her whole chest stand out more, and double-cleavage peeked over the top of the bra.  "What do you think, Cyn?"

"I think Milo's going to go ga-ga over it."

Lynda giggled, and patted her new breast.  "Yes, but what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Milo told me about your talk last night."

Cyndi sighed softly.  "Oh, that.  Look, can we drop it?  I just..."

"Do you like being like this?"  Lynda brushed her hand over her friend's rubbery surface, eliciting a coo of pleasure.

"Yes.  So help me, yes.  Especially like this, touching you.  You never say it, but... I can feel how you feel about me, by the way you touch me."

"I love you."

Cyndi started crying.  "But why?  Why me?  I've been nothing but terrible to everyone I know.  I've even tried to make you part of my wardrobe.  I really would have kept you forever, if I could.  And I'm jealous of Milo something fierce."

"You've always been by my side, and you've never been mean to me.  Upset, perhaps.  Crazy... well, yes.  Turning me into your panties was crazy.  Getting the ring was even crazier.  But look at where we are now."

Cyndi giggled hysterically.  "I'm one of your boobs."  Lynda hugged her tight, squeezing her between her arms, her chest, and her beating heart.  "Ohhh... and I can't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be."

"C'mon.  Let's go for a jog."

"WHAT?"

* * *

“OK,” Lynda admitted as they returned to the house.  “That was a bad idea.”

“I don’t know,” said Cyndi.  “It was kind of fun bouncing with you like that.  Except for the landing on the pavement bit.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Make it up to me by keeping me on in the shower.”

Lynda made a face.  “I don’t want to get my bra wet.”

“So don’t wear the bra, and just take me with you.”  Lynda blushed, but did just that.  She took the collar and her bracelet off, too, so she couldn’t hear what Cyndi had to say about being the shower with her.  Until afterward.

“Woo.  I didn’t think you’d wrap me up in your washcloth.  That was fun!”

“Maybe I’ll get Milo to turn you into my washcloth next time.”

“Oooh!  Promises, promises.”

“You’re something else, aren’t you Cyn?”

“Well, yeah.  Right now I’m a fake boob.  C’mon, you’re dry now, put me back on.”

When Lynda went to put her usual panties on, Cyndi made a fuss. “Come on, those don’t even match with this bra.  One of the pairs you bought yesterday was a similar shade of blue, wasn’t it?”

So Lynda finally wore real silk panties for the first time ever.  As she admired how it looked in the mirror, Cyndi spoke up.  “See?  Way better.”

“They feel nicer, too.  Why didn’t I let you talk me into this months ago?”

“Because you thought I was trying to get you to wear me as panties.  You were right, by the way.  Now let’s go burn all those ugly panties of yours before you change your mind again.”

“OK.”

“Really?”

When Milo got home, he called out cheerfully.  Lynda turned away from the smouldering pile of panties in the fireplace to smile at him, and her smile broadened as she saw him putting the ring on.

“It turns out,” Lynda said drily, “That fabric doesn’t burn as well as you might think.”

Milo laughed.  “I hope those aren’t the new panties.”

“No,” called Cyndi from Lynda’s wrist.  “We’re burning her old ones so she can’t backslide.”

Milo poked at the charred pile, and shrugged.  “Well, job accomplished.  Let’s put this out and...”  He stared at Lynda’s chest, mouth agape.

“Told you,” whispered Cyndi, just before the magic hit her.

Lynda squeaked as she saw the magic approach, then looked around, puzzled.  “What did you do?”

“I’m not sure.  I just saw you with three breasts, and...”  Milo peered a little closer.  “How’d you get her to stick like that?”

Lynda looked down.  Where Cyndi had been separate before, it now looked like she was seamlessly part of her body.   “Um, Cyndi?  Are you OK down there?”

“Yeah, why?”

Milo poked at her curiously.  “You seem to be stuck to her now.”

“Milo... eyes up here.”  Lynda burst into giggles.  “Nope, can’t say it with a straight face any more.”

Milo laughed with her.

“C’mon, let me out so I can see how we look now,” piped up Cyndi.

Lynda bit her lip, then nodded.  Milo followed her into the main-floor bathroom, where Lynda pulled her bra down, letting all three breasts bounce free.  Cyndi stayed firmly attached, and none of them could see any kind of seam.

“She really looks like part of me,” mused Lynda.  She traced a finger from her collar down her sternum, and onto the breast.  “Oh, there’s the transition.  I can’t feel any seam, just... here I can feel my touch, and there I can’t.”

“Pity,” mused Milo.

“Oh?”

“Well, if you could feel, we could use Cyndi to boost your cup size without turning you into a doll.”

“Aw yeah!” said Cyndi.  “Do it!  Do it!”

Lynda pulled her bra back up.  “I like this look better.  I’d rather have three manageable breasts than two huge ones.”  She stuck her chest out, and posed for Milo.  “What do you think?”

Milo grinned.  “No objections here.  C’mon, let’s go out.  It’s a lovely day outside, it’d be a shame to spend it cooped up in here.”

“Yeah!  Now I can go for a proper jog, without Cyndi popping out.”

* * *

They made a full day of it.  Lynda put a stretchy T-shirt on over Cyndi and the sports bra, and got a few odd looks from passers by.  The first few made Lynda quail, but nobody said anything to them.  Milo just caught her eye and grinned at her each time.  The longer she went without incident, the less she reacted.  When someone did actually point and whisper outside the movie theater, she laughed it off with Milo.

They headed home by way of a grocery store, to pick up ingredients for the dinner Lynda wanted to make.  Once again, Milo helped out in the kitchen, staying within arm’s reach, sharing the odd touch and taste of the meal they were preparing.

Just before dinner went on the table, Lynda dashed upstairs to put a nicer blouse on.  She didn’t button it all the way, so Cyndi was peeking out.  Milo grinned and waved to her.

After dinner, Cyndi spoke up for the first time in hours.  “You two do know what you want to do next, don’t you?”

Lynda and Milo shared a blush.  “Um...”

“Get up there and show each other how those toys work.”

The blushes got deeper, but they did end up in Lynda’s bedroom before very long, and soon the only things Lynda was wearing were her new panties and her collar.  Cyndi made them both giggle when she loudly shouted “Freedom!” after the bra came off.

Cyndi shut up once they actually started to play with each other’s toys, except for a giggle when Lynda stuffed her vibrator into the breast she’d bought the day before.  “That’s not how you do it.”

Lynda stuck her tongue out at Cyndi.  “That could be you in there.”

“Please?”  Everyone laughed at that, and the worst of the tension was broken.

* * *

Afterward, they both needed a shower.  Cyndi nudged them into showering together by noting how much easier it is to wash one’s back with help.  Staying quiet while Milo’s soapy hands cleaned her and her companions was hard, but well worth it.

Then of course, Lynda had to hand-wash her panties, as they were a bit of a mess.  Milo pointed out that she really should clean all of her new ones as well, so they made quite a job of it.  Pretty satin panties were drying everywhere when Cyndi finally piped up, “Me too, please.”

“You already got washed, more than once.” Lynda said with a smile.

“But hand-washing is the best.  Please, Milo?”

Milo slipped the ring back on.  “Lynda does look good with two breasts, too.”  Cyndi briefly appeared as one of the pairs of panties became a bra.  Before she could start thanking Milo her way, she fluttered to the ground again as panties herself.  Bright pink ones, with an embroidered ‘M+L’ on the front, which made Lynda giggle.

Cyndi’s moans of pleasure as Lynda carefully massaged the soapy water through her made Milo curious.  “Is it really that nice?”

“Oh yeah.  You should totally turn yourself into a bra and try this.”

“EEEK!  Cyndi!”  Lynda squealed as Cyndi splashed heavily into the sink, her bottom wedged into it firmly.  Then Lynda turned to where Milo had been, and dashed for the ring before Cyndi could free herself.

Lynda scooped it up, and Cyndi sighed.  “No fair.  At least wear the boy before you change me back.”

Lynda grinned lopsidedly.  “I never did get to...”  She picked Milo up, and examined his new form.  He made a pretty blue bra, that looked like a perfect match for the panties she’d been wearing earlier.  “Oooh.  Maybe I should wear him tomorrow, too.  I wonder if he’d mind.”

Cyndi giggled.  “I bet not.”  She rested her hand on him, letting the bracelet touch him.  “Milo, can you hear us now?”

“Waugh!  What happened?”

“You turned yourself into a bra.  Don’t worry, I got to the ring before Cyndi.”

“Oh.  Whew.  So why am I still a bra, then?”

“Because you’re really pretty, and I want to wear you.  Pretty please?”

“How long?”

“Until tomorrow night?” Lynda askd shyly.  “So you get the full experience, including a hand-wash at the end.”  She stroked her hand over his silky form.

Milo made a happy sound.  “If it’s going to feel like that... OK.”

Cyndi took her wrist away.  “Cool.”

Lynda put on her boyfriend, the bra, and preened in front of the mirror.  “Oh, he does look nice like this.”

“Told you.  Feel the power of wearing others.  Revel in it.”

Lynda turned to Cyndi.  “Oh, you.  If I could figure out how to wear both of you...”

“You know how.  Just pop him in your purse for a bit, and change it.  Then you can change someone else.  You could build up a whole outfit that way...” Cyndi mused.

Lynda did as Cyndi suggested, then turned to face her again.  “Hm, I wonder what I should make of you.”

Cyndi grinned wickedly.  “You want to be with Milo, worn as matching panties.”

“No I don’t,” protested Lynda.

“Imagine how it would feel if both of you were worn together.  Cozy.  Warm.  Helpless.”

“No...” moaned Lynda helplessly, but the image was too clear.  She fluttered to the floor to Cyndi’s victory cheer.

Cyndi looked at herself in the mirror.  The panties looked lovely, but the bra was cutting into her breasts something fierce.  While she liked the overflowing look, this was far too much of a good thing, and it hurt.

"I'm just going to have to do something about that," Cyndi said as she stripped.  She looked at the pair of silk panties in her hand.  "Don't want you getting free, though.  So, it looks like it's your turn to go into the purse... no, wait, that won't work."

Cyndi tossed the panties into the hall, and closed the door.  She put the bra on the bed, stepped over to the vanity, and picked up Linda's purse.  "One, two, three...  Go!"  The bra on the bed suddenly got three cup sizes larger, and she scooped it up into the purse before Lynda even knew which way was up.

"Now what shall we make you?" she asked.  An evil grin came to her face.  "Oh, I know."  With a thought the change was made.

Lynda barged through the door.  "Cyndi, you little bi..."  She stopped at the sight of a shiny silver vibrator in Cyndi's hands.  "Is that...?"

"It is," Cyndi said in triumph.  "Milo, inside your purse."

"Oh god.  You're not really going to..."

"Maybe later.  But right now...  Whatever protects you from the ring, you can turn it off, yes?"

Lynda sighed, and nodded.  "Yes."

"Do it."  Cyndi grabbed the vibrator a bit tighter.  "Or Milo and I both end up as panties, and you'll never get us apart."

Lynda bowed her head in defeat, her hand creeping to the collar.  “I guess I am your object now.  For a bit.”  She mentally ordered her pendant to let the spell through.  "It's done.  Go ahead."

Cyndi started laughing.  "It was that easy?  Really?"  Then she laughed even louder, with a tinge of hysteria.

"Don't gloat, just do it!"

"I can't.  All those changes earlier..."  Cyndi examined the vibrator in her hand.  "Milo's stuck for tonight.  I guess later came sooner than I thought."  She traced the tip of the vibrator over her breast, suggestively.

"No!  Cyndi, please, don't do this," Lynda said with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Lynda.  I wouldn't do that to him or you."  Cyndi's grin got even wilder.  "You should."  She tossed the vibrator to Lynda, who nearly dropped it.  "Imagine what it must feel like for him.  Nothing but touch.  Nothing but you.  He's just a thing, something you can use to scratch that itch.  I can see the lust in your eyes.  You want this."

Lynda stared down at the sleek silver thing in her hands.  It looked exactly like the one she'd bought.  If she tumbled them together in a drawer, she'd never know which was which.  "It would be so easy to believe he was my vibrator," she breathed.  "Nothing wrong with using that."

"Do it."

"Can I..."  Lynda swallowed.  "Can I talk to him, first?"

Cyndi looked down at the bracelet on her wrist, then sighed.  "You're just going to talk yourselves out of something amazing.  But fine."  She put her hand on Lynda's, so her bracelet fell against the vibrator.

Milo groaned.  At first Lynda worried he was in pain, but soon it was obvious it was rather the opposite.  She could barely get an intelligible word out of him while holding him, so she set him on the bed.  She draped Cyndi’s bracelet over him.  "Are you OK?"

"Guh...  Yes.  Was it... like this... for you?"  It sounded like his teeth were clenched and his breathing was strained.

"Like the best orgasm ever?  Heck yeah," said Cyndi.

"Cyndi?  What's... going on?"

Lynda whimpered.  "She has the ring, but it ran out.  You're stuck.  And she's trying to talk me into using you."

"Do what... you want."  There was a sharp buzzing from the vibrator, and Milo descended into groaning incoherence once more.

Lynda stared at Cyndi's hand on the vibrator's power switch.  "Cyndi!"

"It was a boring conversation, anyway.  Use him, or don't.  If you're not going to... stuff him in the boob or something."

Lynda grabbed at the offer, and did just that.  She stared at the vibrating breast and with a fey gleam in her eye.  "I wish..."

"Yes?" asked Cyndi, brandishing the ring.

"I wish that was me."

"Let me wear you tomorrow, and I will make your wish come true."

"I...  I...  I need to sleep on this."  Lynda switched off the vibrator, but left it buried in the breast.  She scooped both into her arms, gave them a kiss, and set them on her pillow.  "Sweet dreams."

* * *

In the morning, Lynda woke to Cyndi bouncing on the bed.  "Can I wear you today?  Please?  Can I?  You promised, and I was soooo good last night, I didn't touch Milo.  You have no idea what that took."

Lynda blinked at her wearily.  Without Milo in the bed, she’d slept poorly.  "Uh..."

"You'll get Milo back when I'm done."

"OK."  Lynda crumpled to the bed as panties, and Cyndi cheered once more.  She scooped up Lynda's purse, pulled out the matching bra, and grinned.  "Now to go shopping!"

Every now and then through the day, Cyndi would rest her hand on her shoulder, deliberately letting the silver bracelet dangle against Milo's straps.  For a few moments, Milo and Lynda could communicate mind to mind.  Lynda started by apologizing, but Milo tried to take the blame instead.  As the hours of isolation passed, Lynda got more frantic to speak to Milo, frequently importuning Cyndi for another chance.  Milo in turn became ever calmer, sounding resigned to his place.  "Sssh, love," he thought.  "We won't be stuck forever.  It's not so bad."

"He's right, you know," thought Cyndi.  "I could have done far worse with him last night.  Besides, I've spent weeks as your panties.  I know how good it feels."

Lynda kept fussing, but her heart was no longer in it.  

That night, Cyndi wore both of them to bed, and slept like a baby.

She wore them all the next day, as well.  By the end of that day, Lynda and Milo were both becoming comfortable with their roles, and barely protested when Cyndi asked to keep them 'just a little longer'.

The next night after a loving hand-wash, they didn't protest at all.  Cyndi sighed, and set them out to dry.  "Something's missing."  She paced over to the vanity, and picked up the ring.  "I can't believe I'm doing this."  The bra changed, and Lynda sprawled on the bed.

"Hey you," said Cyndi.

Lynda blinked up at her then slowly sat up.  "Hey.  What happened?"

Cyndi snorted.  "Turns out having isn’t half as fun as chasing."  She picked the bra up, tucked it into Lynda's purse, and it shimmered into a familiar vibrator.

"Ready for your wish?"

Lynda had to think about it for a minute.  "The boob?  Like that...  I..."

"Think fast."

Lynda looked up to see the shimmer of the ring's magic flying toward her, and tensed defensively.  A moment later, Cyndi disappeared, the ring bouncing to the bed beside a pretty blue pair of panties.  Lynda frowned, and dug the bra out of her purse.  She laid the bra atop the panties.  Not only were they a perfect match, but the bra was her size, not Cyndi's.

"What?"

"Have fun," came Cyndi's voice from the charm bracelet on Lynda's wrist.

"But my sweetie's a bra!"

"Bra," murmured a soft, fuzzy voice.  "Comfy."

"See?  He's happy to be a bra, now.  Consider it... a thank-you gift."

"Milo?  Are you really happy like this?"

"Your bra.  Wear.  Please?"

Lynda put the bra on, and rubbed the panties against it.  The trills of happiness from both of them convinced her she was doing the right thing, and she wore them both to bed.

The next few days were quiet ones.  Lynda walked for miles, smiling at the world without really seeing it.  She wore low-cut tops that she was pretty sure hadn't been in her closet the previous week.  They showed the edge of her bra, and she'd often brush her hand against him.

Several nights later, Lynda was cooking up a storm.  She wanted to have more than enough food for her friends, so they could have a celebratory dinner once she restored them.  As the smells of baking lasagna filled the house, the door opened, and Lynda's parents walked in.  She ran to them, and hugged her mother.

"Mmm, something smells good," said her father.  "I didn't think you'd have dinner ready for us when we got back."

"I... um...  Welcome home!"

"Where's Milo?" asked Mrs. P.

Lynda smiled, and her hand went to her half-exposed bra.  They shared a private smile, then Lynda nodded.  "You guys wash up, I'll be back down in a minute."

When Lynda returned downstairs, she was dressed in a more modest blouse.  Milo followed her down the stairs, once again wearing the ring.  Lynda's mother smiled at both of them.  "That's better."

Cyndi was a few steps behind.  "May... may I stay for dinner, too?"

"Of course, Cyndi."  Lynda's mother looked her over carefully.  "You've changed."

Cyndi smiled.  "Love will do that to you."

Just before they all tucked in to dinner, Lynda raised a toast to Milo. “To a perfect gentleman.  And my favourite bra.”

“Hey, what am I over here, chopped liver?”  

Lynda snickered.  “I’d never do that to you, my favourite panties.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

After dinner, Lynda, Milo and Cyndi walked outside to talk.  Milo wanted to see his family again, and from the looks he'd been getting from Lynda’s father he felt it would be better not to stay overnight.  He looked over at Cyndi, and asked what she wanted.

Cyndi closed her eyes, and opened her arms wide.  "You know what I want."  She fluttered to the ground, and Lynda scooped her up.

"Thank you," Cyndi's voice called as Milo got into his car.

The three of them spent every day together after that.  They'd start out as three humans, but often end the day as just one, either Lynda or Milo.  They were careful not to let Cyndi have the ring, and while she did manage to tease Milo into more than a few changes, it was always in a way that would leave Lynda or Milo free to pick up the ring.

Each night, Lynda would go to bed wearing Cyndi.  Except for the last night, where they slept together in her bed after smuggling Milo in as her vibrator.  Cyndi begged to become Lynda’s panties and get a close-up view of her using Milo, but Lynda refused.  She tucked him in between her breasts, instead.

Then came the day everyone had been trying not to think about.  Milo made sure Cyndi was back to human, and hugged both Lynda and Cyndi warmly.  He sighed. “This has been the most amazing time of my life.  I’m going to miss you both terribly.”

Lynda started to tear up, and clung to him tightly.  “Take me with you.”

“You know I can’t do that.  You’re free now, I don’t own you any more.” He reached around behind her neck, unbuckled the collar, and handed it to her.

Lynda gasped softly, touching a hand to her bare neck.  The collar dangled from nerveless fingers until Cyndi took it from her.  “May I?”

Lynda nodded, and sighed.  “I don’t think I’ll be wearing it any time soon.  Does it have to end like this, Milo?”

“You have your responsibilities, and I have mine.”

Lynda hung her head.  “I know.  I just...  I wish there was more.”

Milo went to one knee before Lynda, took her hand in his, and gently opened it up.  He set the ring inside, then closed her hand around it.  “This is my promise to you.  There will be more.  Much more.  More than you could dream of.”

“Milo, what are you...?”

“I give you this ring as a promise.  I will love no other but you.  And when the time is right, I...” his voice broke, “I want to make you my wife.”

"Are you asking to marry me?"

Milo thought a moment.  "I'd been meaning this as a promise ring, but you're right.  It's too magnificent for that.  Lynda, will you marry me?"

Cyndi squealed with joy as Lynda mutely nodded her acceptance.  Milo slid the ring onto Lynda's left ring finger, and it sparkled and changed.  No longer gaudy, it was a shimmering golden band with a small heart-shaped diamond embedded in it.  

They hugged for a long time.  Then Milo slowly disentangled himself.  "I have to go.  My flight is in a couple of hours."

"Now?  After this?"

"I had to wait until now, until I no longer owned you, to make the promise and give you the ring."

"But... but..."

"It's not that far by air.  Just a few hours, you'll spend more time in line at the airport.  Your parents must have masses of air miles built up with all their traveling."

Lynda nodded and sniffed.  "I'll visit as often as I can.  Will you be back for Thanksgiving?"

Milo shook his head.  "It's a really intensive program, no reading breaks.  I'll have to work hard to get ahead."

"I'll come see you then, at the very least."

"I'd love that.  But now... I really have to go."

Lynda let go.  She huddled on the ground and cried as Milo drove off.

Cyndi wrapped her arms around Lynda, and hugged her tight.  "Oh, sweetie.  I'll always be here for you."  She helped Lynda to her feet, and they slowly walked back to the house.

Lynda’s mother met them there, and offered both a big hug.  Then she saw the ring on Lynda’s finger.  “He gave you the ring... what happened?”

Lynda couldn’t speak, just looked up at her mother and smiled through tears.   Cyndi couldn’t contain herself.  “They’re engaged!  And he’s gone flying off and she won’t see him again until Thanksgiving.”

Lynda burst into fresh tears as she let her mother examine the ring on her finger.  “I don’t know how I’m going to make it until classes start, never mind until then.”

“Let me wear you until classes start,” offered Cyndi sincerely.  “Better that than moping for a week with nothing to do.”

To her surprise, a bra fluttered to the ground at her feet.  Cyndi looked up at Mrs. P with her mouth wide.  “I...  I mean...”

Lynda’s mother closed her hand around the still-glittering engagement ring.  “I’ll keep this for the week, then.  Be good to her.”

“Yes, Mrs. P.  Of course.  Um...  I kind of burned bridges with my family.  Can I stay here for the week, and help get her stuff ready for Monday?”

Mrs. P hugged Cyndi warmly.  “Of course.”   As they walked into the house, she said, “You will find that if you keep your agreements, especially regarding duration of changes... that luck goes better for you.”

“Really?  Cool.”