For the mannequin that once was Leona, weeks passed in blurs of bright days full of rushing customers, alternating with dark, still nights.  The weeks were marked by the changing of clothes and the concomitant ecstasy.  Faster and faster the time seemed to spiral away.  Then one day there wasn’t a new outfit for the mannequin.  Instead, it felt itself being disassembled, arms and legs and hips disappearing into a box.  Finally, its torso and head were laid into the box, and the top was taped shut.  In the dark, time no longer had any meaning at all.

“How long do you think I should keep him in the box?” asked Jean, yawning on the couch.

“Oh, at least until morning.  How far is his time sense stretched?” asked Carrie-Lee.  A sleepy Robin was snuggled against her side.

“About a thousand to one, if the collar can push it that far.  At least, that’s what he’ll think it was when we unbox him.”

“Then let’s go to bed, and deal with him later.  I can’t believe you stayed up so late just to make it seem like time was passing.”

Jean grinned.  “I wanted to put on a good show.  You had fun being his outfits.”

Carrie-Lee nodded.  “And now I want to be your outfit.  Wear me to bed?”

“But of course.  What shall we do with your sleepy sweetie?”

Carrie-Lee looked down at the younger woman fondly.  “She’d make a nice pillow.”  

Jean nodded, and carefully slipped the ring over Robin’s finger, trying not to wake her.  The purple collar was next, followed by a gentle whisper in her ear.  That was enough, and Robin’s form shrunk and simplified until she was a neat rectangular pillow, exactly matching those on Jean’s bed.  Never once did she stir.

Jean looped a ribbon around the pillow, and lifted the ring away.  To her surprise, Carrie-Lee then grabbed the ribbon.  “She’ll never know.”

Jean shook her head as she handed over the ring.  “I still don’t see the appeal, but you two seem to like it.  No ribbon for my nightie, then?”

Carrie-Lee shook her head.  “I want the full deal.”

“I suppose I’m going to have to try that sometime.  It was... interesting, as the kitten.”  Jean placed the collar around her friend’s neck.  “You’ve seen my favourite nightie, right?  Become exactly like that, indistinguishable.”

Carrie-Lee nodded as her body sunk away.  She waved to Jean with an arm that was already becoming a sleeve, letting the ring tumble into it so that it would be easy to retrieve after she was done.  As her face melted into the collar of the nightie, Carrie-Lee winked at her friend, then was nothing but fabric.  A turn of ribbon later Jean plucked the ring out of the nightie to put on her own finger.

Jean wrapped the cozy nightie around her body, and carried the pillow to bed.  She slept very soundly that night.

* * *

With nobody to wake her, Jean slept in late.  She yawned and stretched as she got up, then made herself a lovely breakfast.  After she was done, she headed to the front of the house, and opened up the box that was sitting in front of the window.  “Your time sense is normal,” she murmured softly, then she started to reassemble the mannequin within.  Once it was standing in the window once more, she put the ring over one of its thumbs.  “Back to normal.”

Jean waited, frowned.  “Come on.  Oh!  Right.  Become a normal human.”

The pale shiny surface of the mannequin acquired the pink glow of health, but little else changed.  Her eyes blinked open after several more seconds, then a smile blossomed on her face.  “Jean!  You found me, thank goodness.  Wait.  How did you keep the house?  It’s been years...”

Jean giggled.  “No it hasn’t.”  She pulled the black collar off Leon’s neck.  “Search your memories for the commands I had you forget.”

The ex-mannequin’s eyes widened cutely.  “You messed with my time sense?  But what about the mall...”  She blinked, and shook her head.  “We were here the whole time?”

Jean nodded.  “I was up until three in the morning cycling the lights to make you think days were passing.  I hope you appreciate the effort.”

“You sure gave me the mannequin fantasy good and hard,” said Leon, snickering.  “I... yeah.  Even now, I can’t look back at it and find it terrifying.”  She danced around the room.  “But I really do want to move, to feel alive again.”

Jean laughed.  “You look like you’d turn back into a mannequin at the drop of a hat.  Or a ring.”

Leon squeaked, and quickly put a turn of ribbon around her wrist.  She handed the ring to Jean, who handed it right back.  “Oh, we’re not done changing you.  You’re missing some essential bits for my next plan.”

“Oh?”

“I want my husband back.  Male.  That, or a good vibrator.”  After a moment Jean added, “Well?”

Leon licked her lips.  “I’m thinking...”

Jean’s eyes widened.  “You’d actually go for the second option?”

“Mmmmaybe.  A good squirmy vibrator might be kind of fun.  But I was more thinking, what about the best of both worlds?”  Leon’s feminine curves smoothed away as he bulked up into a still hairless masculine form.  Protruding below his waist was a glittery purple phallus that looked like something out of a porn video.

“Ooooh, yeah.  Stay like that.”  Jean dragged him off to the bedroom, and didn’t even get her nightie off before Leon was inside her.  “Oh God!  It vibrates too?”

Leon chuckled deeply.  “And more.”

They didn’t emerge until lunchtime.

They worked side by side in the kitchen to prepare a quick meal, then ate as hastily.  Afterward, Jean asked, “Going to keep that body?  I like the smooth-chested look on you.”

Leon looked down, and laughed.  “I can’t believe I forgot to add nipples.”

“I can.  You were still thinking like a mannequin.”

“Yeah.  Speaking of which... if I wasn’t in a real mall, just hallucinating it... what happened to that first outfit?  I saw a gorgeous blonde wear it out of the store.”

Jean dimpled. “That was me.  I changed myself so you wouldn’t realize.  Robin and Carrie-Lee were all of your outfits.”

Leon shuddered.  “So I got off on wearing my sister.  Great.”

“Yup.  She was only your top, though.  Carrie-Lee was the one on your hips, and that tight little thong.”

“So where are they now?  Or am I going to have to go hunting around the house for something that looks out of place?”

Jean giggled.  “I like it!  Let’s go with that idea.  We should make a game of it.  If you find them, you get to turn me into something.  If not...”

“You’ll turn me into something wicked and perverse?”

“I...”  Jean looked suddenly unsure.

“Oh come on, you came up with this whole ‘prove yourself worthy to be a mannequin’ scheme, surely you...”  Leon’s eyes went wide as he found an important chunk of suppressed memory.  “Oh.  My.  God.  That was my idea!  You got me to come up with the whole thing, then wiped my memory of the plan.”  Leon brushed his fingers over Jean’s white collar.  “Is this thing sapping your creativity?”

“It’s a small price to pay,” whispered Jean.  “It keeps the crazy at bay.”

“You’re not crazy!” exclaimed Leon.  “You’re human.  Fractious and rebellious at times, but wonderful and sweet and inventive, too.  I don’t want to lose that.  Take it off.”

Jean’s hand shot to the collar, and she shook her head.  “No!  The stuff I’d do...”

“That’s the point of the game, sweetie.  You get to do anything, and none of us will complain.  So.  New rules.  If I win, you take it off and I turn you into something fun.  If you win, you take it off and let your rebellious side free on me.”

Jean bit her lip, fidgeted with her collar, then finally nodded.  “Okay.  You’re on.  Get looking, you have one hour.”

Leon used a ribbon to lock his current form, then pulled the ring off.  He then found a string to dangle it from.  A quick test showed that he could still change himself by laying it against his skin, so he went on the prowl.  Jean followed behind as he headed into the bedroom.

“I bet they’re in the closet somewhere.  I just need to find something I don’t recognize among all your clothes.”

Jean giggled.  “Sure.  Go with that plan.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, then entered the walk-in closet and flicked the light on.  He looked at Jean’s part of it, which took up the lion’s share of the space.  On the hangars were dress after dress that he didn’t recognize.  “Uh...  Wait, where are all these from?”

“Some are new.  Some are old, stuff I had in storage.”

“Well, crud.  Time to brute force it.”

Leon went down the line, brushing the ring against each dress in turn and exhorting it to become human.  Jean watched, her grin slowly growing.  She teased at the hem of her nightie when Leon wasn’t looking at her.

After the hangars, Leon turned to the drawers.  The first one he tried was full of sweaters he didn’t recognize, all neatly folded.  “Right, then.”  He tested them quickly then straightened them up before closing the drawer.  The next drawer was tights.  The look that he got on his face as he was trying to turn them human made Jean giggle.

“Found something you’d like to be?”

“Uh...  No!”

“You’d look cute stretched over my ass.”

“But I wouldn’t be able to move!”

Jean sighed, but didn’t say anything else.

Leon saved Jean’s panty drawer for last.  After checking out all of her shoes and boots he turned to the drawer and shot his wife a questioning look.  She nodded, so he opened it, and stared down at the array of gemlike colours.

“I still think you’d look pretty on my ass.  That pink pair, perhaps?  Or would you prefer shiny black?”

Leon lost track of where he was in the panties and had to start over.  “Uh... pink.  If I’m going to be feminine, go all the way.”

“You do look good in pink.  Tick tock, Leon.  Only a few minutes left.”

Leon went through the drawer twice and then sighed and turned to his wife.  “I guess you... wait a minute.  I’ve seen that nightie in here.”  He darted to the hangars, and pulled out a nightie that looked exactly like the one Jean was wearing.  A quick test of that nightie failed, so with another nod from Jean he laid the ring against the one she was wearing.  “Become human.”

Carrie-Lee wriggled into existence around Jean’s body, ending up in an intimate embrace.  Once their kiss finally broke, Jean grinned and said.  “Time’s up.  I guess Robin’s stuck.”

“Stuck?” asked Leon.

“Yup.   You didn’t find her, and I’m not telling where she is.”

Leon stared at his wife, then started to grin.  “At least until it’s my turn, and I collar you and make you tell me where she is.”

“Spoilsport.  So... since you lost, what was the penalty?”

Leon grinned.  “You take the collar off, and have fun.”

Carrie-Lee’s eyes widened.  “You got her to agree to that?”

Jean nodded, and slipped the collar off, setting it on one of her dressers.  “Yeah.  So blame him when I fuck you up.”

Carrie-Lee kissed her soundly, then murmured “Do your worst.”

“Leon, go get the black collar.”

“Yes!”  Leon dashed off to the great room to grab it, and by the time he returned Carrie-Lee was nowhere to be seen and Jean was wearing a sleek latex top that looked like it had been poured over the upper half of her body, covering everything except her face in glossy purple.  

“Oh.  Wow.”  Leon could do nothing but stare, his jaw hanging open.

Jean grinned hugely.  “Half of it is missing.  C’mere.”

As Leon approached her, she backed up to the bed, tumbling back onto it with her legs splayed open.  He nuzzled her toes, then nibbled his way up her legs to her most delicate spot, eliciting delighted noises from his wife.

When she pressed the ring into his hand, he accepted it, slipped it on.

“Join CL, wrap yourself around my legs and bum... but keep the tongue.”

That tongue stayed very active as the rest of Leon melted and flowed against her legs, coating them in shiny pinkness.  Once Jean finally stopped writhing on the bed, she slipped a ribbon around her thigh and the tongue went still, becoming a lovely sense of fullness instead.  She wobbled to her feet, nearly slipping and falling due to the slickness of her soles.  In front of the full length mirror she stopped and stared at herself.  Shiny and sleek, she looked more like a doll than a human.  At her waist, the abrupt transition from purple to pink made her giggle, it looked like she was made from two different dolls.  When she ran her hand over the division, she couldn’t feel a seam.

Wanting to share the look with someone, Jean pried the ring free from her backside, and went to find a certain pillow.  Robin sat up stretching and yawning, stopping abruptly mid-stretch when she saw her sister-in-law’s latex-clad body.  “Oh... wow.  Is that CL?”

“It’s both of them.”

Robin giggled.  “Should have guessed from the colors.”  She traced her fingers over the colour change, making Jean shudder.  “Mmmm.  You’re actually stuck in this, aren’t you?  No seams at all?”

“I’ll need to...” Jean inhaled sharply as Robin’s hands traced up to her breasts, “change them to get... out, yeah.  Oooh, don’t stop.”

But Robin did.  “That’s Leon in there.  I can’t just...”

“Do I have to collar you?”  A latex-covered hand tugged Robin closer.

“No,” said Robin, pushing Jean back onto the bed.  “Mistress.”

* * *

“Gah,” whined Jean. “I feel like I’m marinating in my own sweat.”

Robin chuckled heartily.  “You are.  That’s the downside to full-body latex.  C’mon, I’ll get you out of that.”

“Not with scissors!”

“I’d never do that to CL.”  She carefully placed the ring atop Jean’s right breast with the nipple poking up into it.  “Become human.”

Carrie-Lee’s body peeled away from Jean’s head, shoulders, and chest.  Soon it was joined by legs.  But not hers.  She stared down at the hairy legs attached to her waist with a horrified expression.  “What did you do?”  The legs kicked futilely.  “I can’t even control them!”

“And where’s Leon?” asked Jean frantically.

Robin sighed and shook her head  “Become two separate people, holding hands.”

Jean and Robin both sighed with relief when that worked.  Two turns of ribbon later, Leon and Carrie-Lee were separate people once more.  “That was... different,” said Leon.  “I didn’t know it could conjoin people.”

Jean clapped excitedly.  “A new trick!  We have to do something with it... after I’ve had my shower.”

“There’s room for two in the shower,” said Leon.  “Four might be pushing it.”

“Not if two were tiny,” said Robin.  Then with a twinkle in her eye, she added, “Or washcloths.”

Leon balked at the idea until Jean ordered him to put the black collar on and lose his fear of immobility once more.  Then he accepted the ring and became a thick fluffy square of fabric.  Robin wasn’t far behind.

Both Carrie-Lee and Jean made sure to wash extra-thoroughly over their cloths’ favourite bits.

Once they were mostly dry, Carrie-Lee draped the two washcloths over Jean’s breasts.  “You should absorb them, make them your boobs.”

“I think Leon would rather be my butt.  That leaves one boob open for a different resident.”

Carrie-Lee grinned.  “Cool.  Make me big and bouncy.”

“Who’s the boss here?”

Carrie-Lee ducked her head with a mock-contrite expression.  “Please, Mistress?  May I become your big bouncy boob?”

“Of course, my most favoured pet.  You have earned your place as part of your Mistress’ body.  Fetch the ring.”

Carrie-Lee grinned as she returned with it.  “Do I wear it, or do you?”

Jean took the ring, and then looked down at the green washcloth that was still sitting on her right breast.  “Let’s see...”  It slowly and softly vanished away, her breast growing two sizes larger in the process.

“Ooooh!  Show her face!”

Two green eyes blinked open on the breast, and a mouth appeared under the nipple.  “What the heck?” exclaimed Robin.  “Where am I?”

“You’re a boob,” explained Carrie-Lee, reaching out for her lover.  She gave the breast in question two squeezes.  “Honk honk.”

“Ohhh, do that again.”

Carrie-Lee obliged, brushing the pink cloth aside so she could squeeze both breasts.  A moment later her hand was stuck and sinking into Jean’s left breast.  “Hey!”

Jean grinned at her friend whose arm was swiftly disappearing.  “This is what you wanted, right?”

“Uh...”

“Make her your other boob!” called out Robin.

“Thanks, pet.  That makes it easy to lock her... oooogh.”  Jean went to her knees as Carrie-Lee’s torso started to vanish into her breast, and the weight of the rest of her body dragged her down.  Wiggling hips and kicking legs followed in turn, until finally a face appeared, looking much like Robin’s, save for the eyes were so dark brown as to be almost black.

Once Jean collected herself, she picked up the pink cloth.  “One more to go.  Robin, would you do the honors?” asked Jean as she leaned forward and set it on her bum.

“Make him part of your bum,” said Robin, giggling.  “Oh my God, are we really all part of your body now?”

Once her bottom had stopped swelling Jean nodded.  “He is, indeed.  And this body is getting hungry for lunch.”

“Did you give him a face like ours?” asked Robin as Jean strolled toward the kitchen.

“Nah.  That would be mean.  He’s in there, though, I can feel him wriggling about.  He feels happy.”

Robin giggled.  “I don’t blame him.  Being a boob is bouncy fun!”

Jean gave her chest a shake, then pushed Robin and Carrie-Lee against each other.  “Now kiss!”  She laughed, then started gathering ingredients for a big lunch.  She fed bites of it to Carrie-Lee and Robin, moaning softly at the feel of her boobs chewing.  “That’s so wrong, and yet so...”

“Kinky?” asked Carrie-Lee.  “You could suck in more stuff.  Pillows.  Maybe even chairs.”

“Nah.  This is better.  I’m tempted to move Leon around front, though.  Let him know what it feels like to be a pregnant belly.”

At Robin and Carrie-Lee’s urging, she did exactly that.  “Ooh!  I just felt him kick.  There’s a little person in there, and it’s my husband!”

“Going to get him out the natural way?” asked Carrie-Lee.

“Ew, no.  This isn’t so bad,” said Jean, patting her swollen belly.  “But labour?  Doesn’t sound like fun.”

“Fair enough.  So... what’s next for us?”

“I was thinking... shopping.”

“Shopping?” asked Carrie-Lee worriedly.  “What if people see us?”

Jean picked up a ribbon, slid it through her fingers, set it down on the table again.  “Oh, they won’t.”

“Jean!” yelped Carrie-Lee.  Her further protests grew ever more muffled as her mouth sealed over then vanished away.  Protesting eyes were the last to go, before Jean’s breast shrunk back down to its normal size.

“Me too?” asked Robin.

“Yep.”

Soon Jean could fit into her normal clothes.  A loop of ribbon around her neck kept everyone from popping back out when she stopped concentrating on her form, and she grinned.  “Peace and quiet at last.”

Jean didn’t go very far, just into town to do a little window shopping.  Every time she thought of her passengers, she grinned.  One of the stores had a sale on lingerie, and she couldn’t help herself – she had to find something new.

Once she was home she modelled the pink satin teddy in the bedroom, and nodded.  “Very nice.  Maybe I can get Leona to try it on later... or merge her with it.”  Jean wore it into the kitchen, where she added an apron to keep it clean.  She made a large dinner, enough for four, and when all the dishes were on the table she tossed the apron aside, untied the ribbon at her throat, shimmied out of the teddy, and finally slid the ring off her finger.  When she set it on the table, only one person tumbled out of her body, as did two washcloths.

“Oops,” giggled Jean.  “Not quite the effect I was going for.”

Carrie-Lee laughed once she had her bearings.  “I guess we should restore them, since you made enough for four and all.”

Jean nodded.  “While I do that, could you gather up the collars?  It’ll be time to hand them over after dinner.”

Soon all four of them were human once more, and gathered around the table to eat and talk.  Most of it turned to their experiences over the past day, with none of them commenting on the fact that all four were nude.

Afterward, Jean asked, “Are you still under control of the black collar?”

Leon nodded.

“Good.  Cancel all orders except for the ‘be yourself’ one.”

Leon didn’t even wobble.  He smiled at his wife, applauding softly.  “Nicely done.”

“Thank you, though you might not thank me for the next.  Do you have some wicked plans for us?”

“Yes.  For all definitions of wicked, in various combinations.”

“Pick one that meets them all, and involves transforming all three of us.”

“Okay, got it,” said Leon, an evil smile curling his lips.

“Change Carrie-Lee and Robin appropriately.”

“Jean!” hissed Carrie-Lee as Leon approached her with the purple collar.  She flinched away, but at a nod from Jean finally let him close it about her neck.  She closed her eyes as he put the ring on her finger.  “What now?”

“Become a flogger.  A good thumpy one.”

Carrie-Lee’s eyes flashed open again, her expression of surprise melting into a smooth black void as her face melted away.  Her body became a thick bulbous handle while her limbs split and split again to become a huge array of shiny black flails.  When she was done, Leon tied a ribbon onto her handle, then plucked the ring out of the flails.  He swished the flogger through the air experimentally, then smacked it into the palm of his left hand, and winced.  “Nice.  Perfect, even.”

Leon set the flogger on the table, then turned to Robin, advancing on her with the purple collar.  She gulped, and let him put it on.  “Don’t worry, sis.  You’ll like this bit.”

“I will?” she asked as she put the proffered ring on.

“Yup.  Turn yourself into animated bondage straps, keeping a central mass that can see and hear.  A nice snakeskin pattern would be pretty.”

Robin grinned as her limbs started to divide much as Carrie-Lee’s had.  For a time they looked like a nest of snakes, then the individual straps started to thin and flatten out.  Each of them retained the snake’s head at the tip, acting as a strange sort of buckle.  Robin winked at her brother as her body started to shrink, until there was nothing but an embossed snake’s face in the middle of the nest of straps.

“Can you still move?” asked Leon.  The straps writhed happily in answer.  “Excellent.”

He looped another ribbon round Robin’s core, and pulled the ring off the strap that was holding it.  She wriggled in his arms as he picked her and the flogger up.  “Done.”

Jean swallowed, and nodded.  “Just one thing left before it’s my turn.  You know what you want to do, don’t forget it.”  She pulled Leon’s black collar off.  “Do it.”

Leon grinned at her.  “You’re really sure about this.”

“Oh hell no.  But... it looks intriguing.”

Leon offered her the ring.  “Put it on, and follow me to the bedroom.”

“No collar?” asked Jean as she tagged along behind him.

“You don’t need one.  You’ll do as I tell you, or it all... ends.”

Jean stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway.  “Ends?”

“Come along.  You can stop this at any time, just by asking.  But it all stops.  Everyone back to normal, the collars put away.”

Jean licked her lips, “And this is bad because?”

“Because I have some wonderful, wicked plans.  And from your stunt earlier, it’s obvious you want in.  On all of them.”  Leon dumped his toys on the bed, then turned to face his wife.

Jean whimpered.  “You’re evil.”

Leon grabbed her in a big hug, then carried her to the bed and set her into the nest of straps.  “And you love it.”

Jean moaned as the straps went to work, tugging and pulling at her limbs, binding them tight until she was unable to move a muscle.  She lay there, face down on the bed, her back feeling very exposed as the flogger swished through the air above it.

“Ready?”

Jean moaned again, struggled against her bonds briefly, then let out a deep sigh and nodded.