“We can’t just wait the demons out,” summarized Lorrie.  “They’ll make more with... what did you call it, the horn?”

“I’ve heard Mom mention it before.  I don’t know anything other than the name.”  Gina sighed, then continued.  “Back to being tiny-Mom?”

“I’m afraid so.  She shouldn’t remember the previous session.”

Soon Gina was a tiny copy of her mother once more, and no more inclined to answer questions about the ‘horn’ than she had been in the previous instance.  Ultimately that didn’t matter, as Gina had been able to glean information on what she’d thought about when questioned.

“So?” asked Lorrie when Gina was human once more.

Gina shook her head.  “I could describe it to you.  But she doesn’t know much about it other than how to use it to become a succubus.”

“A succubus?” asked Barry.  “Not a demon?”

“A succubus is a particular kind of demon, a creature of lust that lives off men’s sexual energy,” said Lucy.  “That sounds pretty accurate to me.”

“Did she know where it was?”

“No, but I can guess.  Doctor Wright was always at the center of the conspiracy against me.  I bet she has it.”

“Doctor Wright isn’t the sort of person that can disappear, is she?” fretted Lorrie.  

“She’s a department head at a hospital,” said Gina.  “So no.  Even getting close to her one on one would be hard.”

“So now what?  Gather more sucubbuses... succubui?  And hope we get one that knows more?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” said Pete pragmatically.  “You know some of the others, right?”

“I know of some others, because Mom mentioned them,” said Gina.  “I don’t really know them particularly well.”

“Fine.  Hopefully Denise knows more.”

Lorrie looked around the group with a worried expression.  “Is this really what it comes down to?  Kidnapping more people?”

Barry sighed.  “It’s not a perfect solution, but what other choice do we have?  We already have the tiger by its tail, if we let go now...”

The others all agreed.  They also agreed that it was late, and time for dinner.  Gina went back to being an object when her twitching started, but she was proud that she’d lasted longer than any previous time.  Lorrie agreed, and hoped that she’d be able to stay human for good soon.  Gina just smiled shyly and conceded that even if she could, she might not want to...  And from the way Pete glowed when he wore her, it was pretty obvious as to why.

After dinner, Lorrie left Pete and his Gina-dress to their own devices in the guest room, and let Barry drag her off to the bedroom.  Lucy tagged along, but once the door closed behind her she looked uncertain.

“So.  Round two,” said Barry.  “What do you want, Lucy?  We have a wand and we’re not afraid to use it.  On anyone.  So if you want Lorrie and me to be something, just say.”

“Barry,” hissed Lorrie, “If we’re both things...”

Lucy held up her hands.  “It’s fine.  I understand, you’d be at my mercy and barely even know me.”  An impish grin grew on her face.  “Though hopefully someday you will trust me enough that I can wear you as a matching set.”

Lorrie grinned and twirled the wand in her fingers.  “I could wear you and Barry as a matching set...  Barry likes being a comfy sports bra.”  She’d flicked the wand in his direction, and Barry was grinning as he shrank.

Lorrie made a show of stripping down and putting Barry on.  “There.  Better?”

Lucy nodded mutely, eyes wide in astonishment and... other things.  

“So.  Panties?”

“Uh... can I stay human?”

“Sure.  Yourself, or someone else?  If I turn you into me, you'll get to know me really well.”

Lucy shook her head.  “I’m rather get to know you the old fashioned way.  Talking.  Kissing.  Maybe some cuddling?” she asked hopefully.

“Just cuddling?” asked Lorrie with gentle smile.

Lucy nodded.  “This is a lot to take in.” She moved closer to Lorrie, and opened her arms for a hug.

Lorrie gave her that hug and brushed her cheeks with a kiss.  “Take all the time you need.  Barry's not going anywhere until I take him off, and I've grown used to sleeping in a bra like this.”

“A human bra?” asked Lucy incredulously.

Lorrie nodded.  “I’ve never actually slept the night with both of us human.  Some nights I was the bra...”

“And Barry was a woman?  He's really okay with that?”

Lorrie laughed.  “It was his idea.”

“Wow... maybe he’s not so bad.  Think we could talk him into being you while you’re female too?”

“Also his idea.”

“Oooh...”  Lucy snuggled against Lorrie.

“Sure you want to stick with just cuddles?” asked Lorrie with a big grin.

“And talking.  I want to know what makes you tick, and especially why you like being inanimate things.”

So they cuddled in bed, Lorrie in her bra, Lucy in a borrowed nightdress.  Lorrie tried to explain why helplessness turned her on.  Lucy in turn tried to explore her own inclinations, and what she would like to be.  With Barry out of the picture, being worn came up again.  It wasn't the helplessness, though.

“I want to gild the lily.  Or in this case, the Lorrie.  I want to make you beautiful. Not just that, but to be seen and appreciated too.”

“Like at a mall?  Wearing you as my pretty dress?”

Lucy smiled. “Maybe... at Miss Kitty’s?”

“Lucy!” exclaimed Lorrie, blushing.

“Hah!  You have to admit it’d be a treat for Barry to watch you do that.”

Lorrie blushed even more.  “In a private show, maybe.”

“Aww, you could go on stage.  You’re easily pretty enough.  Maybe in a different body, so you don’t have to worry about people recognizing you?”

Lorrie shook her head.  “Then somebody else would be driving.  I’m sure she’d be happy enough to dance for others, though.  Do you really think Barry would like that?”

“Never met a man who didn’t,” said Lucy with a saucy grin.

* * *

In the morning, Lorrie was still wearing her bra.  Lucy found it hilarious that big, beefy Barry was still a wisp of fabric.  She found it less amusing when Lorrie tied it off with a ribbon then offered it to her.

“Is he stuck like that?”

Lorrie shrugged.  “Pull the ribbon and find out.”

Lucy shook her head.  “I like him better this way.  I know it’s terrible of me, but...”

“He doesn’t mind.  Heck, by this point he’s forgotten being human, and his mind is mostly fluff.  Being wrapped around boobs is a lot of fun when you’re like this.”

Lucy licked her lips then nodded.  She tugged the ribbon free, then took a step back.  While Barry was still changing she said, “My turn.”

Lorrie quirked an eyebrow at her, but picked up the wand.  “To?”

“Hold your boobs for the day.”

“Granted,” said Lorrie, bringing the wand up.  “Bra.”

Barry watched with a grin as Lucy shrunk, her skin turning a shimmering emerald tone.  The bra that Lorrie scooped off the floor was shiny and sheer.  When she put it on, her nipples poked through the fabric, clearly visible.

“I don’t know if I can wear a bra like this all day.”

Barry chuckled.  “I don’t think you should wear anything else.  Rrowr.”

“Down, boy.  Remember how she acted last time you did that.”

Barry pouted, but his eyes never left Lorrie’s chest.  “Fine.  I’ve got errands I need to run, anyway.”

“You do?”

“We’re going to need more boxes to seal demons in, right?  My dad has a bunch of old ammo boxes that’d do the trick.  Nothing fancy, but they do latch securely.”

So after a quick shared shower and breakfast, Barry set off to do just that.  Pete and Gina went out to do more yardwork, with Gina transformed into a power trimmer.  “We’re almost done with the yard, just some edge-work to clean up.  Gina likes being used like this, maybe I should see if your neighbours will pay me to work on their yards...”

Lorrie grinned.  “I’m sure they’re glad my yard’s no longer an eyesore.  Feel free to ask, and to tell them that was your doing.”

Once they were alone, Lorrie tugged her bra off.  It hadn’t been a bra for so long that it turned back from that, so she restored it.  Lucy staggered to her feet, looking stunned.

Lorrie helped her stand giggling at Lucy’s pole-axed look.  “You liked it?”

Lucy nodded, wobbling a bit as she did.  “I can’t... can’t imagine what it’d be like to become fully a bra.  Do I have to wait all day?”

Lorrie nodded.  “As far as I know.  We could check Aunt Silvie’s notes again if you like.”

Lucy snuggled up against Lorrie.  “As long as I get to do it with you.”

Perusing Aunt Silvie's notes didn't take long.  “That’s it?” asked Lucy once they were done.  “There’s nothing about how to make the mental change go faster.”

“I don’t think that was her priority, Lucy.  It’s all about how to use the wand safely.  What if transforming your mind means you can’t understand ‘restore’?”

Lucy flipped back a few pages.  “Here.  If someone has been inanimate for a day or more, the wand can’t change them any more.  I think it’s safe to assume that’s because they can no longer understand what you say.  However, the wand can still restore them.  Just like with Denise, it restored her to her true form.  So no matter what we do, the wand can fix it.”

Lorrie nodded.  “I hadn’t thought of it like that, but it makes sense.  I’ve trusted its restorative ability before, this shouldn’t be any different.  I just don’t see how to order you to be a mindless bra.”

Lucy shrugged.  “Just say it like that?  Except I’ve had enough boob time.  I’d rather be leggings.”

Lorrie grinned and picked up the wand from where it was sitting beside the book.  She pointed it at a grinning Lucy.  “Mindessleggings!”

Lucy’s dazed look as her upper body melted away suggested that something had worked.  Soon all that was left of her was a splayed-out set of sheer sparkly hose.

Lorrie scooped her up and ran her finger over the slick fabric.  She purred at the feel of it, then slipped off her panties and replaced them with Lucy’s new form.  It felt divine, like her legs were as slick as...  Lorrie blushed, remembering how it felt to be a love doll.  She reached for the wand then stopped.  Without Barry to change her back, it wouldn't be safe.  She pouted and set it aside, then turned to her bedside table and the toys within to satisfy her urges. The leggings made every touch so much more sensitive, and had just enough give where she needed it...

Lorrie was spread-eagled on the bed, half-asleep, when Barry’s voice roused her.  “Well there’s a welcome sight.”

Lorrie gasped and sat up.  “Back so soon?”

“Don’t sound so disappointed, Lorraine.”

“I'm not. I want to be your love doll so bad...”

Barry looked surprised then started to grin wickedly.  “That’d be handy... I mean great!”

Lorrie tossed the wand to him then posed like a doll on the bed.  “Hit me, big boy.”

Barry's grin got even wider as he pointed the wand at her.  “Love doll.”

Nothing happened.  Lorrie glared at him. “Stop playing around!”

Barry repeated the command twice more to no effect.  “Why isn’t it working?” he whined petulantly.

Lorrie's eyes went very wide.  “Because you aren’t Barry.”

The figure in the doorway of the bedroom blurred, and a moment later Denise was standing there.  “Damn.  I’d hoped to trap you before you figured it out.  Still, I have the wand, even if I can’t use it.”  She tucked it in between her breasts for safekeeping.

Lorrie was staring at her wide-eyed and slack-jawed.  Denise blinked in confusion then started to grin.  “What?  Are you seriously... stand up.”

Lorrie slowly got out of the bed and stood.  She couldn’t keep from staring into Denise’s eyes.

“Come along, pet.  Let’s see what the boss lady will do with you.”

Lorrie started walking toward Denise, but the feeling of her slick leggings rubbing together startled her into looking down.  Lucy.  If she let Denise take her, Lucy might never be human again.  Lorrie gritted her teeth and kept her gaze determinedly on the floor.  “No.  You can’t make me.”

Denise cursed.  “Your boy-toy wasn’t easy to take either.”  She advanced on Lorrie and grabbed her wrist.  “Struggle all you like, once you’re in front of the boss it’s not going to matter.”

Lorrie tried to resist Denise’s pull, but the woman’s grip felt like an iron manacle.  “Let me go!”

“You heard her,” said Pete from the hallway.  “Let go.”

Denise growled and turned to face him.  “Get out of my way little bug.”

Pete’s face went slack and he shuffled to the side.  “Yes misstres.”

“Pete!” called Lorrie.  “You have to fight it.”

Denise closed on him and pulled him into a clinch while maintaining her grip on Lorrie’s wrist.  Pete moaned then slumped against the wall.  When Denise pulled back, he looked like he was in his late twenties, and weak as a kitten to boot.  He crumpled to the ground.  Lorrie looked back at him in concern as Denise dragged her toward the door.  He was trying to crawl after them, so she hoped that he’d survive whatever the succubus had done.

They were met at the door by a disheveled looking Gina with murder in her eyes and a stout wooden stake in her hands.  “That’s far enough, bitch.”  

“You can’t hope to stop me little mouse,” sneered Denise, just before the stake smacked into her chest.  It tore through the blouse, leaving her breasts dangling free.  Denise laughed.  “Was that supposed to hurt?”

Lorrie lunged for the ground, grabbing the wand from where it had fallen.  She thrust it at Denise and snarled, “Doll.”

Denise stared down at herself in horror.  Her midsection was becoming bright pink silicone.  “Noooo!”

Lorrie tried to wrench herself free from the stunned Denise, but the succubi’s grip only got tighter.  “Let me go!  We’ll both be trapped!”

Denise’s transformation spread rapidly, but throughout it all her grip only got more determined.  Once it reached her hand Lorrie finally managed to snatch her arm free.  “Finally!”

Gina was staring and pointing at Lorrie’s arm.  “You’re changing too!”

Lorrie stared down at herself. “Oh bother.”  Then she collapsed to the floor, as immobilized as her nemesis.

Gina stared at the two identical dolls lying on the floor, and the wand lying beside the one that had been Lorrie.  “Now what do I do?”

Pete staggered into the room, and Gina rushed to his side.  “Oh Pete, it’s all gone wrong.”

He surveyed the room as Gina helped him to a seat.  “Could be worse.  Do you know which one is Denise?”

Gina nodded, and at Pete’s suggestion she tied ropes tightly about the transformed demon.  Denise struggled against her bonds, but with limbs of silicone she was weak, much weaker than Gina.  Soon she was tied up tight, with so many knots it looked like they would have to cut her free if they ever wanted to release her.  Her bonds were so tight, and her body so soft, that her face and hands ballooned out comically.  The way Gina and Pete giggled over that appeared to upset Denise far more than the fact of her defeat.

“Now what?” asked Gina as Pete helped her tie one final giant bow-like knot.

“Depends on whether or not they’ve got more coming for us.  They’re down two demons, and might not risk another.  But we can’t use the wand without Barry or Lorrie, so we’re sitting ducks.”

“Should we run away?  It never worked well for me, but I’m getting better every day now.”

Pete poked the tied up demon-doll, making its inflated body squeak.  “I don’t know.  Did they trap Barry?  Is he just running late?  If we take off, we might make things worse.”  He frowned, then looked over at Gina. “How did you change back so quickly, anyway?”

“Desperation.  I saw that Barry wasn’t really Barry, and tried to fight free.”

Pete nodded slowly.  “Was that when your motor started acting up?  That’s when I noticed Barry, and that he was walking differently.  So you’re the big hero in all this.”  He gestured to the silicone doll lying on the floor.  “Think you can free her?”

Gina figured it was worth a try, and sat in front of the doll, alternately trying to fight the magic and exhorting Ms. D. to do the same.  After about ten minutes of this, the doll’s lips moved, croaking softly.

“What was that?” asked Pete.

“I think she said reward,” said Gina, puzzled.

“Or... Restore?”  Pete jammed the wand into the doll’s hand, then closed his own around the doll’s mitt, hoping it would count as the doll holding the wand.  He pointed the wand at the doll’s head. “Come on Ms. D, one more time...”

They waited, but nothing happened.

“Maybe it’s like in the Princess Bride, and she needs air?” asked Gina.

Pete looked around.  “No bellows. I guess I’ll have to...”  He leaned in close and put his lips to the doll’s, then did his best to push air into it.  When he leaned back, the doll croaked, “Restore”.

Pete looked down at the wand, then back up at the doll.  “Um, one more try, this time with the wand pointed in the right direction?”

Gina giggled.  “Good thing she didn’t free the demon...”  They both turned to the trussed up doll, who glared daggers at them.

The next try worked, and soon Lorrie was back among the living.  The first thing she did was to hug both Gina and Pete.  “You were both so very clever.  Thank you!”

Lorrie turned to the trussed up Denise.  “And as for you, my dear.  What shall we do with you?  While I’d like to get fancy, I think we need to be safe.”

The doll tried its best to make a pleading face, but Lorrie just shook her head.  “I’m sorry, there’s no way I could trust you.  Not after what you did to Pete.  And from the way you’re struggling, even as a doll... well, that limits my options.  Can’t do anything fun.  Doll, we’ve done that.  And not safe.  Dress... I’m sure you’d find some way to abuse your mobility, to trip me up if nothing else.  Oooh, I know.”  The wand flicked toward the wide-eyed doll.  “Diamond.”

Denise struggled vainly in her bonds.  The change had hold of her and she was shrinking away.  Her thrashing stilled as her limbs vanished.  The last to go was her head, still glaring hatefully before it became part of a glittering gemstone.

“Two down, four to go?” asked Pete hopefully.

“I don’t think that’s how this will work.  Let’s get it stored safely, then we can plan.”

Denise’s jail ended up being an old coffee can with a screw-top lid.  To make sure she couldn’t escape, many turns of string and tape were applied to it.  It was set beside the pressure cooker, and the cabinet closed.  The three of them retreated to the living room.

“Read for another interrogation, Gina?”

Gina nodded.  “Getting sick of holding back the damn trembling.  I’d like a break.”

“Tiny Denise.”

The six inch tall woman glared up at them from the table.  “I don’t know how you did this, but you’re going to regret it.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Tell us where Barry is.”

“Doctor Wright has him by now.”

“She has Barry, we have two of her succubi.  Will she trade?” asked Pete.

The tiny copy of Denise paused to think.  “I hope so.”  She sat down abruptly on the table.  “Or she’ll just pass the gift on to others.  I don’t think she likes me very much.  I don’t think she likes anyone very much.”  She started to cry.  “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

“No,” said Lorrie softly.  “We’ll figure this out.  For all of you.  If you could get out, would you?”

Denise shook her head immediately.  “I’d be ugly!”

Lorrie sighed, and said, “Restore.”

Gina scrambled from the table to the couch as she grew.  “Damn.  She’s not really a monster either.”

“That was honest?”

“Felt that way.  She’s so fucked, she thinks she’ll end up looking like a decrepit old crone if she gives it up.  She’ll do anything Doctor Wright says to avoid that.  Wright is the real monster in all of this.”

“How so?” asked Pete.

“She has them all on a short leash.  If she gifts someone else, they lose power.  And Denise has seen it happen, it’s not pretty.  But...”  Gina shook her head.  “I can see the real Denise under the demon.  She’s not ugly, just... not smokin’ hot, either.  She’s only in her thirties.”

“I see...” mused Lorrie.  “Did you get the impression she was telling the truth about Doctor Wright trading Barry for our, um...”

“Prisoners?” supplied Pete.  “Let’s not beat around the bush.  We kidnapped one of them, and are now holding a second.   Hell, we’re the ones that started this.”

Lorrie cursed, then quickly apologized and restored Pete.  “This is bad.  I was only acting in self defense both times.”

“Yeah, but you did so in Susan’s house.  You were the invader, you can’t claim self defense there, can you?”

“She was trying to dominate my mind.  Not that a court’s going to buy that, either.  Or magic wands or...”  Lorrie sighed.  “We need to end this.”

“Fine,” said Gina.  “Let’s call the bitch, trade prisoners, and then what?  Wait for them to attack again, and maybe not get so lucky?  As long as they have the horn...  Oh!”

“What?”

“Denise knows where Doctor Wright keeps the horn.”