The council of war was gathered in Lorrie’s living room.

“So you’re going to go up against six demons with your wand?  We know it works on them, given what happened to Denise.  Zap them into a six-pack of doughnuts!” crowed Pete excitedly.

“And get arrested for kidnapping?  These people are legitimate members of society.  If I disappear them, it will come back to us.”

Pete sighed.  “Fine.  Can we get Barry in on this, too?  He’s the most grounded of all of us.”

Lorrie wriggled her bra out from under her dress, and the moment it emerged from her sleeve it started to change.  Soon Barry was sitting beside her, on the other side from Lucy.  Lucy ducked back behind Lorrie when Barry turned toward her, and he grinned.

“Was that you cuddling up to her earlier, Ms. Slater?”

“Yes,” squeaked Lucy.  “I... I mean...”

Lorrie chuckled softly.  “She wants to be my lingerie.  And if I have the right of it, while you’re...”

Barry grinned.  “Awesome.”

“My bra,” continued Lorrie, deadpan.

“Still awesome.”

Lorrie chuckled.  “We’ll see how it works out.”

“You’re not mad?” asked Lucy worriedly.

“Should I be?” asked Barry.  “I like being Lorrie’s clothes almost as much as I like...”  He waggled his eyebrows at Lorrie.

“Almost?” she asked with an impish grin.  “I bet if there was someone else to snuggle while I wore you...”

“Can we get back to the subject of demons?” asked Pete in exasperation.  “Since my sweetie is stuck being not-herself for a while yet and you’re making me all jealous?”

The Gina-Lorrie poked Pete.  “I’m right here.”

“And in the wrong body.”

“What, you don’t find me attractive like this?” she asked, with a sparkle to her eye that was all Lorrie.

Pete sighed in exasperation.  “Demons?  Please?  Gina can see them, her mother and Denise are demons, what exactly are we planning to do about it?”

“First,” said Lucy, “We need to establish what they can and cannot do.  Know your enemy.”

That led to a lot of discussion of just what they’d seen the known demons do.  Draining energy to become younger was the only thing they agreed on.  Denise’s clouding of men’s minds was argued to be non-magical, especially as Mr. Tomlinson seemed to be immune to it.  Gina provided the key insight, that her mother needed to “feed” regularly.  Lucy confirmed that Denise acted similarly, according to gossip among the teachers regarding her appetite for new men.

“So if we can transform them for a few weeks, maybe it would... wear off?” asked Gina-Lorrie hopefully.

“We need to know more about them first,” argued Barry.  “Just grabbing Denise and leaving her in a drawer for two weeks might do nothing except make her mad.”

Lucy and Lorrie shared a look and a giggle.  “The idea is awfully appealing,” said Lucy.  “I don’t think I’d want to wear her, though.”

“Ew, no,” agreed Lorrie.

“Why not?” asked Pete.  “After everything she’s done to you, turning her into a nice pair of shoes and walking all over her might be... what?”

Lorrie was shaking her head, glowering at the idea. “No.  I will not use the wand to punish people.  If you want to be a pair of shoes, I would be happy to accommodate you.  Or if someone else thinks being your ballroom dancing shoes would be fun.  But not if it’s for spite or vengeance.”

“I guess using it to interrogate a demon is out of the question, too?” asked Pete.

“Actually,” offered Gina-Lorrie, “that might work.”

“What?”

“Hear her out, it’s an interesting idea,” said Lorrie’s clone.

Lorrie frowned at her twin.  “Why are you even entertaining the idea?”

“Because nobody gets hurt.  We turn Gina into Denise, then ask her our questions.”

“Why would her clone answer?” asked Barry.  “She’d have a copy of Denise’s mind, so she’d just tell us to... uh, get lost.”

Lorrie nodded at Barry approvingly.  “I agree, she’d be pretty cranky if she appeared in my living room.”

“What if she was only six inches tall?” asked Pete.  “She”d be intimidated and her mind might be pet-like, submissive.”

“And that version of her mind might not know what we’re after,either.”

Gina-Lorrie raised her hand, making Lorrie grin.  “Yes, Gina?”

“She doesn't have to answer.  I can hear enough of Lorrie’s thoughts that I think I can tell what she would answer, even if she...”  Gina’s statement was cut off by a worried look.

Lorrie shared the same expression.  “Is that true?”

Barry put a hand on Lorrie’s arm, and turned to her twin.  “What’s your most embarrassing fantasy?”

Both Lorries blushed, then the Gina version went ashen-faced.  “She knows!”

Barry grinned, and hugged his sweetie to his side.  “It's okay.  I won’t judge.  Might even be fun.”

He plucked the wand from Lorrie’s nerveless hands, and pointed it at the other Lorrie.  “Restore.”

Gina’s grin when she changed back was diabolic.  “You really are a strange one, Mrs. D.”

“Tell me!” said Barry.  Lorrie buried her face in her hands, and he hugged her again.  “We’ll do it, whatever it is.”

“No!”

“She wants to be helpless and naked, just a sexual object for you to have your wicked way with.”

“That’s not so bad,” said Barry.  “I’m up for it.”

Lorrie sighed softly.  “I thought she’d heard the really bad one.”

“C’mon, tell!”

Lorrie blushed and shook her head.  Barry leaned in and kissed her ferociously, then when she was panting and flushed from that, asked once more.  “If you don’t tell me, we can’t do it.”

“All that... but in public,” whispered Lorrie.  “Humiliated and on display.  No mouth to protest with, no arms to cover myself with.”

“Helpless Lorrie.”

Lorrie’s eyes went very wide as her mouth started to seal over.  “MMmmff!”

“I think this is public enough, in front of our friends.”

Lorrie nodded emphatically as her clothes and arms melted away, leaving her naked and helpless on the couch.  Her nipples were as hard as diamonds even before Barry gave her exposed chest a fondle.

“This turns you on, hmm?  Cool.  Shall I join in your humiliation?  Because making love to you, right here, right now, in front of all of them...”

Gina started twitching.  “C...can I opt out, please?  Something sexy for Pete to wear.”

Barry chuckled softly, and nodded.  He flicked the wand at her.  “Sexy dress.”

Lucy stared wide-eyed as Gina tumbled into Pete’s arms, head and legs melting away as the rest of her body took on a greenish sheen and became fabric.  That Pete then stripped down and put her on popped her eyes even wider.  “But...”

“Shush.  He’s happy like this.  Now... shall we continue here, or take our helpless sweetie to the bedroom?”

“Bedroom, please,” said Lucy, weakly.  Lorrie nodded along, and snuggled happily against Barry when he scooped her up to carry her.

Barry laid Lorrie on her bed, then turned to Lucy, wand in hand.  “What shall I do with you?”

Lucy’s eyes were glued to the wand.  “I... Uh...”  She tore her gaze away, and it locked onto Lorrie’s alluringly naked and helpless form.  “She’s missing something.  A collar.”

“Collar.”

Lucy gasped as she felt the change start to take hold, the room expanding around her as her body melted away.  When Barry closed her around Lorrie’s neck, it felt as if she was hugging the woman she’d secretly lusted after for so long.  She was helpless, they both were.  And Barry wasted no time making good use of just that.

From the way Lorrie’s body was thrashing about under Barry’s ministrations, it was obvious she was having an amazing time.  Lucy was glad... but also a little jealous.  She was so close, watching everything, and unable to do anything.  Barry’s occasional touch while nuzzling Lorrie’s neck wasn’t entirely unwelcome, but it did nothing for her.  So she watched and waited, trying not to be too put off by Barry’s presence.  She enjoyed the way Lorrie’s body writhed, the look of it sheened with sweat, but the rest... eh.

She did have grudging respect for Barry’s endurance, and was glad he had enough energy when he was done to aim the wand generally in their direction and croak, “Restore”.

The moment Lorrie could speak again she thanked him profusely, and kissed him all over.  Gary was too tired to respond, and soon Lorrie was distracted by soft sobs behind her.  She rolled over to see tears on Lucy’s face.    “Oh Lucy...”

Lorrie gathered the other woman in her arms until she calmed down and started to speak.  “It was t...terrible.  I was st..stuck in the wrong kind of porn.”

“I’m so sorry.  That must have been awful.”  Lorrie stroked Lucy's back through her blouse – their clothes had been restored with their bodies.

Lucy nodded, hiding her face in Lorrie’s hair.  “At least I was touching you.  That helped.  If I didn’t have to watch it wouldn’t have been so...”

Barry sighed softly.  “I didn’t realize you would hate it.  I'll make it up to you.  Lorrie.”

“Don’t...” warned Lorrie, but Barry was already changing.  A naked Lorrie walked around the bed to get in on Lucy’s other side, snuggling up against her.

Lucy sighed happily.  “Better.  Sorry I’m such a mess.”

Both Lorries disagreed, their word overlapping and tangling.  The new one gestured to the original.  “Don’t apologize for what you are, or what you like.  We shouldn’t have done that without asking what you were comfortable with.”

“Don’t blame Barry.  I asked.  I knew what would happen.  I just imagined it... differently.”

“So if it had been two Lorries, or Lorrie and a Lucy?  Barry’s fine with that, he says.  More than fine,he says it’s like being in a...  Barry, that’s inappropriate!”

“Lesbian porn up close and personal?” guessed Lucy, giggling through her tears.  “I know why I like those, but why does he?”

“He says, and I quote, ‘because there’s two of them’.”

“Men!” laughed Lucy.  “I suppose he’d find an all female three-way even better.”

The naked Lorrie laughed.  “Do I even need to answer that?”

Lucy’s answer was to kiss her soundly.

It was another hour before they made it out of the bedroom.  Pete looked up from one of Lorrie’s fashion magazines. “Got that out of your system?”

The three women nodded happily.  

“So can we get back to demon-busting, now?”

“Right, sorry.”  One of the Lorries was restored by the wand, and Barry rejoined them.

“I don’t see why you’re making such a fuss over this.  They’re not doing any real harm.”

“Tell that to Gina, who’s been subject to illicit electroshock therapy without the proper drugs to make it painless.”

Barry looked shocked.  “What the hell?”

“Language!”

“Who does that kind of thing any more?”

“Someone who wants to cover up their existence,” said Pete.  “We’ve blown their cover, and I bet they’re not going to ignore that.  Denise must know we’re here, and may guess what Lorrie saw.  She’ll tell the others.”

“If they attack, I have no compunction against using the wand in self defence,” said Lorrie.

“And if you’re helpless at the time?”

“Ah.  Bother.  Fine.  We deal with the demons, then we can play.”

“Thank you!” exclaimed Pete.  “Now can we try interrogating Denise?”

Lorrie shrugged, and pointed the wand at him.  “Denise.”

The sexy teacher stared at them from the couch.  “What the hell am I doing here?”

“Don’t try anything,” threatened Lorrie, brandishing the wand at her.  “Or zap.  Tell us about the demons.  Who else is affected?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you, when I restored y... aw, bother.”  Lorrie looked down at the wand, which was pointing at their subject.  Soon Pete and Gina were sitting on the couch.

Gina shook her head.  “I didn’t get anything from her.  I don’t think that was Denise.  It felt more like...”  She turned to look at the teen beside her.  “You.”

Pete shrugged. “Yeah, that feels about right.  She was me, pretending to be Denise.”

Lorrie frowned.  “That’s weird.  Was it because there were two of you?”

They tested a few different theories, turning Gina into Denise and even directly into a demon so that everyone could see what Gina had always known.  Lorrie agreed that the horned form that Gina had briefly held looked a lot like what she’d seen when she’d restored Denise.

It was Pete that figured out the problem, and arranged for a series of tests involving a set of coded notes that Lorrie would read one at a time as she moved around the house, then down the block.  Barry would zap himself into Lorrie, and report whether or not she knew the next word.  The range of the mental cloning only extended to the front gate.

When Lorrie returned she sighed at that revelation.  “So I have to get Denise to come here?”

“Or we have to sneak up to her house in the middle of the night and turn Gina into her without anyone noticing.”

“If she’s home,” said Lucy.  “Rumor has it she’s out most nights sleeping with her ‘conquests’.  And I know she’s not teaching summer school.”

“Gina’s mom would be at home,” said Pete, brushing fingers over the shirt he was wearing, the shirt that had been Gina until the shakes had gotten bad once more.  “Would anyone miss her?”

“Why do you ask?” said Lorrie.  “We’re just going to clone her.”

“Because if you transform her and bring her here, we can clone her as often as we want.”

Lorrie restored Gina to ask her opinion on the plan.  Gina grinned wickedly.  “Oh, yeah.  Can you turn her into something I can kick?  Her first name is Susan, a soccer ball would be nice.”

“Gina!  I don’t think...”  Lorrie hesitated, remembering what this woman had done to Gina, then sighed.  “Well, I guess it wouldn’t do her any real harm.”

* * *

Lorrie’s first attempt to get to Gina’s mother was an abject failure.  She hadn’t realized that Gina had lived in a gated community, and panicked when she saw the guard.

Gina sighed when she was restored and told the tale.  “Ben wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Nobody’s going to watch you once you’re past the gate, no more than any other nosy neighbours, anyway.  Would it be easier if you were taking me home?  It’d give you a natural reason to come inside, and once we’re inside...”

Lorrie nodded.  “That works.  Are you going to be okay staying normal for that long?”

Gina shrugged.  “Does it matter?  I need to look twitchy, so she’ll believe that I’m sick of it and crawling home.”

Pete looked mutinous, but eventually agreed that Gina was right.  It was the only plausible way to get inside her mother’s house.  He did insist on coming along, and accepted that he’d have to say out of sight.  So he became a new dress for Gina to wear for the trip home.  Hugging it to herself seemed to comfort her on the drive.

It was at the door to the house that the plan fell apart.  When it opened, it revealed a gorgeous woman who was the spitting image of a young Bette Davis.  Lorrie got lost in those sapphire eyes, unable to say a word.  Fortunately for her Gina spoke up, turning her mother’s gaze away from Lorrie.

“Oh, you brought her back.  She’s been very naughty, and missed her medicine.  Look at those tremors, come inside, come inside.”

Once the door had closed, Lorrie brought the wand out.  Those eyes turned toward her again, so she shut hers and blurted out “shoe” without really thinking.  When she peeked her eyes open once more, Gina was gone, so she stabbed the wand in random directions calling out “shoe” again and again until she no longer heard the other woman moving.

An identical set of shoes lay on the floor before her.  Lorrie shook her head.  “Like mother like daughter...  Best sort this out at home.  It would look odd to leave with Gina, after all.”

Lorrie scooped the shoes up, tucked them into her purse, and made a show of waving goodbye at the door.  She strolled as calmly as she could manage to her car, fearing all the while that the gate would be closed when she got to it.  It wasn’t.  She flashed a tight smile at the guard, then headed home.

Once she was back inside her own house, she collapsed into Barry’s arms.  “That was insane.”

“How hard could it be to zap one person?”

“I had to avoid looking at her, or get trapped in her eyes.  Being bisexual is a weakness dealing with these... things.”

“Challenging.  You need to learn to aim the wand by sound.  We’ll work on that next.”

“Next?  Next we have to figure out which shoe is Gina, and which is a trapped demon!”

Lorrie pulled both shoes out of her purse to show them to Barry.  He studied them for a minute, then shrugged.  “Who cares.  Put one back in your purse.”

Lorrie looked puzzled, then did so.

“Now turn me into... uh, make it Pete.  She was still wearing him, right?”

“Right.  Pete.”

Barry took on his friend’s form.  After a moment’s confusion he laughed.  “Oh!  Clever.  I’m the one in Lorrie’s hand.”

Lorrie set the shoe on the couch, and soon Pete, Gina and Barry were all restored.  Gina bounced with excitement.  “Can I see her?   Please?  I want to hold her in my hands, knowing she’s trapped.  Oh, don’t forget to tie her so she won’t change back.”

Gina picked up the shoe then yelped and dropped it.  “It bit me!”

“How can...”  Barry stared at the shoe.  The opening had teeth, and snapped at him when he moved to pick it up.  “Shit!  What do we do?”

Lorrie ran into the kitchen and dug out her Great-Aunt’s old pressure cooker and a pair of kitchen tongs.  She grabbed the shoe with the tongs, then dumped it into the pot and tightened the lid.  A steady thumping came from inside.

“What the hell?  I thought you said you turned her into a shoe!” exclaimed Barry.

“I did!” protested Lorrie.  “I don’t get it.  We’re going to need more pressure cookers.”

“That, or turn her into a rock,” suggested Gina.  “She can change her shape, but only so much.  Apparently that still applies even when she’s inanimate.  A rock won’t get far.”

Lorrie nodded, and got Barry to loosen the lid of the pot.  The shoe jumped out of the pot and started hopping out of the room.  The wand was faster, and soon it was just a smooth, round river rock.  Which ended up back in the pot anyway, with the lid sealed tight for good measure.

“Demon containment unit is now sealed,” said Barry once the last wingnut had been tightened.  “Now what?”

“Put it somewhere that she won’t hear us,” said Lucy.

Once that was done, Lorrie was still fretting.  “I’m a little scared about the idea of turning Gina into whatever that is.”

“Does that mean the six inches tall option back on the table?” asked Pete.

Everyone nodded.  First, Lorrie tested the concept by pointing the wand at Gina and saying “tiny Gina”.  

Soon the girl was six inches tall, and giggling as Pete scooped her up in his hands.  “This is so wild!  I want to do this again.”

“Ready?” asked Lorrie.  Gina nodded, and Pete set her down in the middle of the coffee table.

“Tiny Susan.”

Gina became a replica of the woman Lorrie had seen earlier.  This time the eyes were too tiny to affect her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.  Susan looked up at all of them in anger.  “You took my power!  How did you do this to me?”

“We ask the questions here,” said Pete, glowering down at the little woman.  “Tell us about the demons.”

“Never!”

“Then I guess you’re stuck like this.  Pity.”

The little one glared defiance at him.  “You can’t watch me forever.”

“I don’t think we have to.  What will it be like to be stuck for a week or two, with nobody to drain?”

Tiny eyes went very wide.  “No!  No no no no.”  She crumpled to the table and started weeping.  “I just wanted to be pretty.”

“Tell us what we need to know,” said Lorrie gently, “and I’ll restore you.”

“Don’t play good cop with me.  You’re the one that did this to me in the first place.”

Lorrie looked guilty, and brought the wand out.  “Fine, I’ll show you.  Restore.”

Soon Gina was sitting on the table, and shaking her head.  “Wow, Mom is fucked up.”

“Language,” said Lorrie weakly.

“Sorry Ms. D.  But she is.  For all she fussed at the idea, she wants out pretty badly too.  She hates herself for what she’s become.”

“So if we leave her like she is for a while, she’ll turn back to normal?”

Gina nodded.  “The others will know.  The horn only lets them have six sisters at the same time, more would dilute its power too far.”

“Great,” muttered Pete.  “As we take them out, they’ll get more powerful?”

“No.  There’s a waiting list.”

“Lovely.”