Jean closed the bedroom door on the sounds of giggles and squeals coming from down the hallway.  “They seem happy.”

“But... but she’s stuck as at tentacle-thing.”

Jean rolled her eyes.  “Put the ring back on.  Become Leon.”

Leon looked down at his changing body. “Oh.  Is it really that easy?”

“Disappointed?” asked Jean with a triumphant grin.

“Maybe a little.”

“So.  You have two choices.  Go out there, and get a ribbon to make this change stick.”

Leon didn’t move.  “Or?”

“Give me that ring and turn me into a guy so I can make love to you the way you’ve desperately wished for ever since I turned you into Leona.”

A shrinking Leon handed Jean the ring.  She danced as her tail came in, twirling in front of her wife.  “Mmm.  Why do I like this body so much better?  Isn’t that... wrong?”

Jean studied the ring on her hand, then looked up to study her currently-female husband.  “Maybe you’re secretly transgendered?”

Leona giggled. “Not so secretly right now.  But... that doesn’t feel right.  I didn’t hate being a guy.  I liked my body, and could have lived in it happily for the rest of my life.  But now...  Now I have a choice, and Leona is...”

“Deliberately designed to be sexy and fun?  She’s your vacation home.”

Leona grinned and nodded.  “Yes!  Exactly.  If we had a little cabin on a pretty lake, I’d go there every weekend, and most vacations.  Leona feels a lot like that.  I want my life, but... this, when I’m not being Leon.”

“Most vacations?” asked Jean curiously.  “What about the others?”

“Well, I know you want to go to Paris one day.  And a cruise might be interesting, maybe somewhere in the Bahamas...”

Jean smiled.  “Yeah.  Think we can save up enough to do that this year?”

“Maybe.  We’ll see how work goes, I suppose.  And how much Robin pays toward food and rent and such.”

“And Carrie-Lee.”

Leona blinked at her wife’s statement.  “What?”

“Those collars are expensive.  Especially the black one.  She wiped out her savings and sold a lot of her stuff.  She was going to anyway, to take up the job here at Veronica’s shop.  Plus you’ve seen her with Robin, could you really break those two up?”

“I suppose not, no,” conceded Leona.  “Where will she stay?”

Jean giggled.  “She offered to stay in our walk-in, as my dress.  But I think Robin would rather have her in her room.”

“I feel like I’m contributing to the corruption of a minor...” moaned Leona.

“You are not,” said Jean, emphatically.  “She is a grown adult now, and you have to accept that.  Even, perhaps especially, when she’s living under your roof.”

“So I should just... give her my blessing?”

“She would love that.  Probably even more than the ribbons.”

Leona sighed, and nodded.  “You’re right.”  She opened their bedroom door, heard the loud moaning coming from the other room, and shut it again.  “But it can wait.”

“So where were we?  Ah yes, vacations.  So what’s the analog of a week in Paris for Leona?”

“Anything involving that new collar, I suspect.”

Jean’s eyes went wide.  “Are you seriously going to use that again?”

“Hell yes.”

“But... what if I screw up again?  Or do something you hate?”

Leona chuckled warmly, and advanced to hug her wife.  “That’s the thing.  Once the collar is on, I can’t hate anything.  If I put it on, you have permission to do anything to me.  Anything at all.”

“Really?” Jean perked up immediately.  “Even turn you into a mannequin and put you in Veronica’s shop window?”

Leona’s tail was thrashing a mile a minute, but she smiled anyway.  “Yes.  Just make me happy with it, please?”

“As if I’d ever do otherwise.  You are so going in that window next week, buster.  Just for a day, I think.”

“Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into,” whispered Leona.

Jean hugged her tight.  “Let’s do something extra fun for you now, then.  You’ve got the ring, right?  Turn me into something!”

Leona handed over the ring and grinned.  “I just have to say, and you’ll change, even without a collar boosting it?”

“I’ve got a collar,” protested Jean, touching the white one at her throat.  “I bet I can best Robin at her own game.”

Leona gestured for her to go ahead, but said nothing.  Jean nodded sharply, then one by one her limbs vanished away, leaving her a helpless torso on the bed.  She looked up to Leona for approval, and the catgirl grinned, and made a ‘go on’ gesture.  Jean rolled her eyes, and her body started to shrink.  Her shoulders pressed inward toward each other and her hips narrowed until, other than her breasts, she was only as thick as her neck.

“You’re not done yet,” purred Leona.  “Finish it.”

“Yes’m,” said Jean with a grin, and the tube of her body contracted until it fetched up against her breasts.  All that was left of her was a head, a neck, and two breasts with a pussy nestled between them.

Leona climbed onto the bed then scooped her wife up in her hands, causing Jean to coo with pleasure.  She lapped between Jean’s breasts until she was rewarded with a shuddery moan.  “Shall I go fetch a ribbon?” asked Leona with a smile.

“I...”  Jean’s eyes went wide.  “I’d be stuck.  Helpless.”

“That’s what you want, right?”  Leona squeezed the breasts in her hands, marvelling at how little her wife weighed.  She nuzzled at Jean’s neck to forestall an answer, making the reduced woman squirm and moan even more.

“Yes.”

Leona’s eyebrows rose abruptly, and she pulled back.  “Truly?  I was only teasing.  I wasn’t going to really...”

“I know.  But yes.  One day I’ll become your sex-pet.”

Leona growled gutturally.  “Leon would love to come home to this, once you train Robin to cook well.  But right now, you’re not the sex-pet I want.”

Jean grinned up at him.  “You’re in control.  Make me into anything.”

“I need a cock in me.  A real one.”

A giant shaft emerged from between Jean’s breasts.  Leona laughed.  “That works.  For now.”  She shoved Jean in between her legs, and discovered that despite her diminished form, her wife was able to do a very good job there indeed.  Before long, Leona was prostrate on the bed, yowling her pleasure to all who could hear.  Once she could speak again, she rasped, “How did you...”

“Prehensile penis,” said Jean with a giggle. “Man, this thing is fun.”  Leona yowled as it found its mark once more.

Jean worked Leona over until her lovely catgirl husband collapsed.  She wriggled her way up Leona’s body to snuggle against her breasts.  “Yeah.  I could stay like this.”

A hand came up to curl in her hair, fingertips caressing her scalp.  “So could I.”

When the need for lunch outweighed their comfort snuggled together, they emerged from the bedroom.  As Leona headed to the kitchen with Jean snuggled in her arms, they found Robin and Carrie-Lee doing the same, arm in tentacle.

“Great minds think alike,” quipped Leona.  “Looks like you’re stuck with my cooking today.”

“Better than mine,” said Robin.  Walking on her long tentacles was proving difficult, so she dropped back to a horizontal posture, using both arm and leg tentacles to move.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to change back?” asked Leona as she waited for Carrie-Lee and Robin to catch up to them.

Robin shrugged, wriggling a half dozen tentacles near her shoulders.  “I want to stay like this.  I can get used to it.”

“You don’t have to,” said Carrie-Lee.  “I love Robin-the-human, too.”

“Robin the tentacle doesn’t have to go to dinner with her folks.”

“You really should go.  It’s Christmas Eve!  You can’t bail on dinner with Mom and Dad.”  Leona set Jean on the counter, and started fetching ingredients for lunch.  Robin squirmed her way up onto a chair and sulked while Leona cooked.

As Leona worked she asked Jean, “Are you going to change back and help, or be a paperweight?”

“Oh, definitely paperweight,” Jean said with a grin as her skin started to darken, taking on a granite-like hue to match the countertop.

“Jean!” cried Leona, then sighed.  “Figures.  I guess I still need to watch my words.”

Leona carried her inanimate wife to the table, setting the erotic sculpture across from Robin, then returned to finish lunch.  Once there was a plate in front of each of them, Leona nudged Jean.  “Change back to flesh if you want lunch.”

Leona pouted when Jean stayed as she was.  “Really?  I know my cooking can’t match yours, but still...  Please change back.”

Jean’s skin tone returned to normal, and she smiled up at her husband.  “Since you asked so nicely.  Feed me?”

Leona laughed, and sat beside her wife.  “Of course.  I’m just glad you’re moving again.”  Leona proceeded to offer her wife forkfuls of food.  After Robin got frustrated trying to use her fork and knife with her tentacles, Carrie-Lee did the same for her sweetie.

“Still think you’re going to get used to having tentacles instead of hands?” asked Jean when lunch was done.

“Are you going to get used to having no limbs at all?”

Jean shook her head, nearly costing her balance.  “No.  I’m continually reminded of my helplessness.”

“So why haven’t you dropped the ring and changed back?” asked Robin.

“Because I love being helpless.”

Robin shook her head.  “You like being helpless.  Big sis likes the mindwipe collar.  Heck, even C-L seems to prefer being clothing.  Are we all pets with no master?”

“You’re one to talk, miss pink collar,” said Carrie-Lee with a grin.  “If I hadn’t taken it off earlier, you’d still be blissed out.”

“That’s why I was complaining.  Someone is going to have to step up.”

“Will you?” asked Leona.

“I...  I’ve never been in charge of anything.  I wouldn’t have the first clue.”

“Then it’s the perfect place to start,” said Leona, firmly.

“What are you suggesting?” asked Robin nervously.

“You don’t want to go to Mom and Dad’s tonight.  I think you should, and not as a tentacle-thing, or a hat.”

“You can’t make me!  You’re not going to go all ‘under my roof’ on me, are you?”

Leona shook her head.  “Nope.  I’m going to bribe you.  If you go, and behave, tomorrow... you get the three of us.”

“Um, honey?” protested Jean, but Leona waggled a finger at her.

“You pick and put on the collars.  We become your toys.  No rules, save that it’s just for the day.  You do have tomorrow off, right?”

Robin nodded.  “Veronica’s closing the store for a few days so she and the staff can have family time.  We’ve all got the next four days off.”

“I’m not so sure about this,” muttered Jean.

“I’ve got a better idea,” said Robin.  “We have four days, and four of us.  Each gets a day with the other three as their toys.”

Jean licked her lips.  “OK, now I’m starting to like the sound of this.  Absolutely no rules?  Anything goes?  No recriminations afterward, no matter what?”

“Yes,” said Leona.

“I’m in,” added Carrie-Lee brightly.  “This’ll be fun!”

“Me too,” said Jean, though not nearly so eagerly.

“Awesome.  I guess that means I have to go back to human?  Does it have to be exactly boring old Robin?”

Jean extended the ring on a tentacle, and set it on the table in front of Robin.  Soon she was growing back to human again.  “It would probably be best.”

“What if we used the ring to give you a new look?” suggested Carrie-Lee.  “You could try out all kinds of colours and styles of hair.”

Robin slipped the ring onto the tip of a hand-tentacle, and nodded.  “Okay.  Um, will I need my collar?”

“Let’s see how you get along without.  Become human,” ordered Carrie-Lee.

Robin’s hands were the first to change, acquiring fingers.  She giggled, and wiggled her fingers happily.  “Opposable thumbs!  Oh, how I missed you.”  Tentacles retreated all over her body, leaving her perfectly normal when they were gone.  Robin picked up her fork and twirled it in her fingers, then took another bite of her lunch.  “Mmm.  Being fed is fun, but a little humiliating.”

“You have a problem with humiliation?” asked Carrie-Lee.

Robin nodded.  “I’ve always been the little kid of the family.  Sooooo sick of it.”

Carrie-Lee giggled.  “Turn into a little kid.”

“Hey!” protested Robin.  She checked herself out, and breathed a sigh of relief when her body didn’t change.  “Meanie.”

Carrie-Lee laughed.  “Give yourself green hair instead.”

Robin pulled a handful of her once-dark hair around to stare at it.  It was leafy green, with a faint mottling to it.  “Wow.  I don’t think Mom would take it well...  Can I keep this?”

“Once we’re done, sure.  You could use a sexier cut, and more volume.”

“Kind of like your hair?” asked Robin.

“When I’ve spent half an hour on it, sure.  Make your hair like mine at its best, but still green.”

Robin’s hair grew to just past shoulder length, roiling out in voluminous, curly waves.  She dashed to a mirror to admire it in its full glory.  “Yeah!  This is way nicer.  Not quite me, though.”

Carrie-Lee came up behind her.  “Yeah.  You’re too me.  Find your own style.”  

Robin stared into the mirror, her hair changing as she visualized the alterations. The green darkened, and the mottling became more distinct.  The wave diminished, then vanished entirely as her hair became straight, smooth and glossy.  She grew it past shoulder length, rounded at the end to fall in a curve under her shoulderblades.  The sides flared out, forming a hint of a cobra’s hood.  “Yeah!”

“Lock it down like that.  Make that your real self.”

“Ribbon!” exclaimed Robin.  “I need a ribbon, I love this.”

“Not going to give yourself snake-eyes?” asked Carrie-Lee jokingly.

Robin giggled.  “No.  But green eyes would be nice, instead of my ugly brown.”

“Your eyes aren’t...  Oooh, that is nicer.  Stay like that.”

Jean exclaimed over Robin’s new look when they returned to the main room.  She handed over a ribbon, and Robin tied it around her wrist.  Once the ring came off, she untied the ribbon, and danced around with a grin.  “Easiest makeover ever!”

“And we didn’t even do your nails.”

“Nails!  Oooh, they need to be green too.”

“Green with red bands,” amended Carrie-Lee as she put the ring back on Robin.  “Do it!”

Leona and Jean also contributed suggestions, but Robin vetoed the tattoos.  “I’m going to piss Mom off enough just being there.  Let’s not go asking for trouble.  I’ll add the snake tattoo after we get home.”

Once Robin was finally settled, Carrie-Lee wanted her turn.  She ended up with rich burgundy hair in place of her “boring brunette”, and added deep red highlights twining through it that looked not unlike tentacles.  Her hairstyle didn’t change, but her hair was changed to naturally fall into the style, without needing as much work.  “It may not seem like much,” commented Carrie-Lee, “but an extra half hour every morning will be very welcome.”

She got wine-red nails, with green tips.  She also lost about twenty pounds, mostly around her waist.  Since she hadn’t met Robin’s family yet, they weren’t going to realize she’d changed.

Not to be outdone, Jean asked for a turn next.  She tried a dozen different hairstyles, and various lengths from a cute pixie cut to long enough to cover her butt.  Leona cheered the longer lengths, but Jean vetoed them on account of not being able to explain them.  She winked at her husband and added that she’d be happy to grow her hair as long as he wanted... starting tomorrow.

She ended up with much the same long hair as before, but in a complex braid.  A pretty christmas ribbon was wound through it, adding red and green to her richer, chestnut-brown hair.  She got her nails done in frosty blue, with white snowflakes, and giggled at the look.  “I feel like a kid.”

“Nothing wrong with that.  It’s Christmas, and we’ve had some amazing gifts and experiences,” said Leona.  “But if you’re done... my turn for the ring.”

Jean ribboned her changes, and handed her husband the ring.  “You want a makeover too?”

Leona grinned and nodded.  “You can’t leave me out.  The buzzcut I’ve been going with is way too butch.”

“Yeah!  You need honey-blonde hair, at least chin-length,” said Carrie-Lee.  “Mmm, now the ears are all wrong.  You need to blend the blonde into the sandy tone.  Oh, and darken the tips!”


Robin suggested cute curls, and Jean a long, waist-length mane, but Leona eventually went back to Carrie-Lee’s suggestion, a cute pixie cut.  She spent so long in front of the mirror examining it that she got teased by Robin.  “You’re even girlier than I am!”

Leona giggled.  “And loving it.  So.  What about my nails?”

“First, your tail,” ordered Carrie-Lee.  “Same as the ears, darker tip, and lighten to honey-blonde for the rest.  Yeah, like that.  Much better.”

“Can I have pink nails?” asked Leona, changing them then looking at them critically.  She made a face just as Carrie-Lee shook her head.  “You’re right.  Not it.”

“Jet black, longer, and so glossy you can see your reflection in them.”

Leona flexed her new claws and grinned.  “Aw, yeah.  This is so me.”

“Goth kitty?” giggled Robin.

Leona stuck her tongue out at her sister, which led into a pillow-fight that lasted until Jean noticed the time.  “Aaa!  We need to get going or we’ll be late.”

Everyone dressed hastily, though Leona only had one outfit, the black and white maid’s uniform.  Jane giggled as her husband headed for the door.  “Really?  That’s what you’re wearing for Christmas dinner?”

Robin was the one to point out that Leona wouldn’t be welcome at all.  “Sorry, bro.  You’re going to have to give up the tits for tonight.  It’s only fair, I had to give up my tentacles.”

They made it on time, and with everyone in more or less their natural forms to boot.  Leon was sure he’d gotten his eye colour wrong, and when he went into the bathroom to check it later, found he was right.  Instead of his usual plain brown, his eyes had flecks of Leona’s gold, and a shimmer of it near the pupils.   He decided he liked it.

Thankfully Ruby kept to the kitchen before dinner was served, and kept quiet once it was.  It was only after they’d finished their usual Christmas Carol singing before the tree that she asked about the green hair.

Robin deflected the question, until her mother started poking about how expensive it would be to maintain such a fancy colour job on her “limited income”.  Leon shook his head at his sister, but she ignored him and claimed that it wouldn’t cost her anything, because it had been changed with magic.

That started a verbal ruckus that only ended when Jean held out a ribbon to her mother in law.  “Here.”

Ruby stared at it in confusion.  “What is this?”

“Protection from magic.  If you’re wearing it against your skin, and it forms an unbroken circuit, you cannot be transformed.”

“Oh.”  Ruby accepted it carefully.  “This is...  Does it really work?”

Jean just raised an eyebrow expressively.

“Right.  You’d know.”

Before Ruby could start ranting again, Jean encouraged her little family to leave.

In the car, Leon asked, “Why’d you bring a ribbon at all?”

“So I could wear the ring without worrying about accidentally changing myself.  I don’t want this thing out of my sight.  Can you imagine if we lost it?”

Leon shuddered.  “Especially if some of us were ribboned.  Still... Dozia implied she had others, or would know where they could be found.  We’d be able to fix things.  The worst part would be losing out on all the fun things we can do.”

Jean chuckled softly.  “Looking forward to the next few days?”

“Heck yes.  I’m glad we laid in enough supplies before Christmas to last at least a week.  We don’t need to go anywhere at all.”

Robin giggled.  “Cool.  Because I wasn’t planning to waste my day on a grocery run.”

Once they were home again, Leon gathered up the collars and handed them to Robin.  “Your turn.”

“Now?”

Leon nodded.  “This way the last day ends with a night off for everyone to be normal before returning to work.  By then, we’ll probably need it.”

Robin worried at the collars in her hands.  “You guys are sure about this?”

Leon and Carrie-Lee nodded right away, and Jean sighed but agreed.

“And there are really no limits?”

“Nope,” said Leon, though Jean looked uncertain.  “Just remember, you’ll be subject to us the next few days.”

“Don’t go too crazy, or crazy will be visited upon me.  Gotcha.”

“Eh, it probably will be anyway,” said Carrie-Lee with a too-wide grin.

Robin snorted.  “So... just have fun?”

“Yes!”

Robin set aside two of the collars, and approached her brother with the purple one.  He looked her straight in the eye, and waited.  She licked her lips nervously, then put the collar around his throat and buckled it closed.  “Ring, please.”

Jean slipped the ring onto her husband’s finger.  “What are you going to do to him?”

“I noticed there’s a hook in the hallway, just as you enter.  It could use something festive.  Leon, become a catgirl, with green fur all over.  Red eartips, paws, and three red rings on your tail.”

Robin ordered her green catgirl brother to strip, then paced around her and clucked her tongue.  “Splashes of red here,” she touched the middle of her back, “here” her belly, “and especially here”, her hands went to Leona’s breasts, cupping them lightly and making the catgirl squirm uncomfortably.

Robin stepped back to examine her creation.  “Good.  Now form a large protruding ring in your back, at your balance point, then shrink to six inches tall.”

Leona stared around her as everyone grew so much taller than her, a grin starting to form on her face.  Robin knelt down and picked her up by the hoop in her back, and Leona dangled from her fingers, arms and legs waving helplessly.  “Perfect.  Jean, fetch me a thin ribbon.”

Jean darted to the couch, and was back with one of the narrower ribbons promptly.  “What are you...”

Robin shushed her, then tied one end of the ribbon through the hoop in Leona’s back.  “Let go of the ring now, sis.”  She tied a loop in the other end of the ribbon, then used the ring to grow her arms long and sinuous, able to reach the hook in hallway’s ceiling.  She gave Leona a nudge, and the little green-and-red catgirl swung and spun, suspended in the air.  “There you go.  Perfectly helpless, yet not immobilized at all.”

Leona squeaked, then giggled.  “You did that on purpose!”

Robin blew her sister a kiss.  “Thought you’d like it.”

“Still... not very mistletoe-y, is she?” mused Carrie-Lee.

“Yeah, needs more greenery.”

Robin looked at Jean.  “Sounds like you’re volunteering.”

“Wait, what?”  Jean backed up a step as Robin advanced with the purple collar.

“I’m in charge, yes?”

Jean sighed, and waited for the collar.  Once it was in place, Robin ordered her to become a sprig of mistletoe.  Jean’s eyes went very wide as she started to shrink and transform, but soon her face was gone, vanished into the stem of a vaguely human-shaped spray of greenery.  Another slim ribbon tied her into the shape, and soon bound her around her tiny husband.

“There,” declared Robin.  “Perfect.  Leona gets to snuggle her sweetie, and we get to kiss under the mistletoe.”

Carrie-Lee laughed.  “That’s a lot of work to go to for a kiss.”  She stepped up to Robin and kissed her soundly.  When the collar made its way around her neck, she giggled.  “My turn?”

“Your turn.”  The ring found its way to Carrie-Lee’s finger.  “You know what I want.  This time, though... keep your sexy upper half.  Snake from the waist down.  A biiiig one.”

Carrie-Lee squirmed in Robin’s arms as her lower body started to reshape, her legs merging together before stretching much, much longer.  Her tailtip carried her panties away.  “Ooooh.  I’m never going to get used to how that feels.”  Once the changes stopped, Carrie-Lee slithered out of her dress and posed to show off for her sweetie.  Above the waist, she was fully human.  Just below her belly-button, small scales started, leading into larger and larger ones on the body of a fifteen foot python.

Robin grinned, and tied a ribbon around Carrie-Lee’s neck.  “I hope I’ll never get tired of it.”  She took the ring from her lover and put it on, then stripped off her own blouse, bra, and pants.  “Your turn.  What shall I become?”

“Since I’m half-snake, you should be half-tentacle.”

Robin grinned, then giggled at a thought.  “How about this?”  As she’d done before, she put her hands together above her head.  Unlike the last time, when she started wiggling, her belly started to change.  First her bellybutton vanished, followed by the faintly visible bones of her ribcage.  Her breasts slurped away into nothing as her chest narrowed, drawing a pout from Carrie-Lee.

“Put those back!  And keep your face, too.”

“Mmm, I like a challenge.”  Robin’s breasts returned as the changes lapped higher, thickening her neck, thinning her skull but leaving eyes, nose and mouth in an otherwise smooth surface.  Her arms merged together, elongating into a tapering tentacle that in the end brushed the ceiling of the greatroom.  She shimmied and danced for her lover, winking once at the little kitten suspended and helpless before turning back to Carrie-Lee.  “What do you think?”

“It’s silly as hell, but it’s so you.  Become this demi-tentacle thing.”  Carrie-Lee slithered forward, snuggled up against her flexing lover, and kissed the face she’d insisted upon keeping.  “Mmmm.  Squirmy.”

Robin dipped her tentacle to brush over Carrie-Lee’s back, then twined it around her chest.  “Slither for me.”

Leona sighed and watched as the two’s embrace raced far beyond kissing and heavy petting.  She snuggled up against her own inanimate wife, brushing tiny paws through the twigs and stroking them along the stem.  The lack of response didn’t keep her occupied long, and instead she watched the floor show – a half-tentacle and a half-snake writhing below her.

Leona’s idle stroking set her gently rocking, and she added a few foot-kicks to really get going.  The spinning that started then dizzied her enough that she only heard her sister’s orgasm, and couldn’t see it.  Into the ensuing silence she called out, “Get a room!”

Two giggles drifted up to her, and the lovers slithered off to Robin’s bed.  “Thanks, sis!  This is much more comfortable!”

Leona sighed, and listened to more giggling, more moans, then silence.  Later, there was murmuring about panties, and a half-tentacle passed under her in search of more ribbons.

“Be careful with those,” called Leona on Robin’s return.  “Don’t want anyone getting stuck as clothing.  Or mistletoe.  Hint hint.”

Robin giggled.  “It’s safe, we’ve done it before.”

“When?”

“I teased your wife with a ribbon while she was a stone bust before lunch.  Didn’t do her any harm.”

“Because she didn’t let go of the ring!”

“Relax.  I’ve got this.”

“This will all end in tears,” muttered Leona.

“Stuff it, Jiminy Cricket.”


Leona rolled her eyes, which earned her a flick from Robin’s tentacle tip.  By the time she’d stabilized her spin, Leona was giggling about how pretty C-L looked.  She even came out and modeled her new panties, complete with a ribbon tied about the waistband and distinct lack of a cats-eye ring.

Much to Leona’s relief, she heard Carrie-Lee’s voice a little later.  Somewhat worryingly, she was asking for more, and from the teasing tone of Robin’s voice, she was getting it.  “I wonder what might happen if this little knot slipped?  One little tug, and it’d...  Oh shit.  Please change back.  Please change back.  Please change back.”

“Robin?” Leona called.

Robin rushed by under her, grabbed the black collar, and dashed back into her room.  “Change back, damn it!  Please, please, just come back to me.  Please.”

“What did you do?” shouted Leona.

Robin emerged into the hallway, ribbonless panties in her hand.  “She won’t change back...”

“Maybe,” whispered Leona, “maybe she can’t.”

Robin crumpled in a heap below her, bawling her eyes out.