“You ate Denise?” asked Lorrie in horror.  “But there was a note!”

Lucy rushed to the door to let Gina in.  The young woman was clearly distraught.  “I didn’t see the note!  I asked Pete to get me something to eat, and he brought it to me.   He didn’t say anything about the note!  I only found out when I went to get a drink and...  Wow.  That looks hot.”

Lorrie suddenly remembered she was wrapped up in clear bondage tape.  She squirmed on the bed and started to blush.  “Uh, Lucy?  A little help?”

Lucy grabbed the scissors and very carefully slipped them between Lorrie’s arm and her body, cutting the bondage tape and freeing Lorrie’s arm.  As soon as she could move it, Lorrie grabbed the wand and pointed it at the spool of leftover tape.  “Restore!”

Soon the rest of the tape was off of her, flowing into a reforming Barry.  “That was... different.”

“Being cut didn’t hurt?” asked Gina.  “Does that mean being eaten wouldn’t hurt?”

Lorrie nodded.  “She’s safe.”

“Safe?”

“Mostly safe.  She’ll eventually emerge... if you get my drift.”

“Ewww!  I may hate her guts, but sending her on a tour of mine is all the No.  Can you get her out?”


Lorrie looked down at the wand in her hand.  “Sure.  Let’s do this in the kitchen.  I need something to wear, though.”

“Oooh, my turn!”  Lucy waved her hand excitedly, and soon was collapsing into a silken robe.

Lorrie scooped Lucy up and slipped her on, making a show of it for Barry’s benefit.  The other two followed her into the kitchen where the note was sitting exactly where Lorrie had left it.  “How could you miss this?”

“I didn’t!” protested Gina.  “But I don’t see how Pete did, either.”

“Where is Pete, anyway?”

“In the guest room.”  Gina frowned.  “I’m surprised he didn’t come out here with all the commotion.  I’d told him to wait while I got a glass of water, but...”  Her eyes went wide.  “Uhoh.”

“Now what?”

“He was being really, really obedient.  Doing exactly as I asked.  I... may have leaked a bit and mesmerized him.”

Barry went to the door to the guest room and shook his head at what he saw.  “More like enslaved.”

Gina slumped as soon as she saw what Barry meant.  Pete was standing where she’d left him, drooling slightly and staring at the wall.  “Ooops.  Pete, sweetie, can you go back to normal for me?”

Pete suddenly perked up.  “Anything for you, babe.”

Gina stared at him, then started to cry.  “No!  Be Pete, not this... attentive...”

Lucy chuckled softly.  “What?  Most girls would like a guy who would do anything they asked.”

“Look at him!” screamed Gina.  “He’s just standing there while I cry my eyes out, because he hasn’t been told what to do!”

“Restore.”

Gina whirled to face Lorrie, then saw that the wand wasn’t pointed at her.  She had a moment to sigh with relief, then Pete was hugging her fiercely.

“Hey babe, it’s okay.  It’s okay.  I’m fine.”  Pete continued to murmur sweetly to Gina as she clung to him and cried.  “I’m fine.  I’m not going to change back in a few hours, right?”

Gina shook her head.  “No... not this time.”

“This time?” asked Lorrie.

“What if he’s stuck for... for so long it becomes p...permanent?”

“Can’t you un-mesmerize him yourself?”

Gina shook her head.  “I don’t know how.”

“Then you need to learn,” said Lorrie firmly.  When that made Gina dissolve into tears again she sighed, and pulled Gina and Pete into a hug.  “But until then, stay here.  We’ll restore Pete twice a day just to be sure.  And speaking of restorations, we need to fix Denise.”

Gina sniffled, but managed to hold it together with Pete’s support.  Pete kept an arm around her as they returned to the kitchen, then smacked his forehead when he saw the note.  “Sorry!  I saw the doughnut and only looked at it because Gina asked for something to eat.”

Lorrie shushed Gina before more tears broke out.  “It’s okay.  Nobody’s hurt, and we’re going to fix it.  But I think I should change Gina before we try to restore Denise.  Just in case, you understand.”

Gina giggled hysterically.  “I could change myself to have a tummy big enough to hold her, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“And how would you get her back out?” asked Lorrie.

“Turn her into a baby, and... y’know, let’s go with your plan.”

“Okay.  Hop up on the counter.”

Gina did so with a boost from Pete.  “And now what?”

“Doughnuts.”

Gina’s eyes went wide.  “But...”

“Don’t fight it, this should help,” said Lorrie quickly as Gina’s body slumped into a heap on the counter.  Pete stared down at the doughnut he was holding.  A moment ago it had been Gina’s hand.  It was now a heavy ring of chocolate dough, glittering with glaze.  When it squirmed in his hand he dropped it onto the pile.

Two doughnuts had fallen where Gina’s legs had been, and Barry had been quick enough on the draw to catch them.  He chuckled softly as he added them to the pile.  “These are feisty doughnuts.  Are they all chocolate?”

The pile of doughnuts squirmed, rolling away from a fully intact apple fritter in the middle of the pile.  Lorrie carefully picked it up and set it aside on the same plate she’d originally used for Denise.  She turned to the pile.  “Can you change yourself back?”

One doughnut turned into a foot-tall human.  “Uh... oops.  Apparently not as well as I’d like.”  The tiny Gina got scooped up by Pete and snuggled into his arms.  “But I’m good.  Anyone want a doughnut?”

When everyone shook their heads Gina pouted.  “But I wanna be eaten.  Or at least try it.  We know Lorrie can fix it.”

“Let’s actually fix it, first,” said Lorrie, firmly.  “Then we can talk about what to do next.”

Pete set his tiny Gina in with the doughnuts, and one flick of the wand put her back to rights.  The fritter was still sitting on its plate.  Another flick sent it growing back to the familiar if unwanted shape of Denise.

“There.  Human again.  How horrible was it?” asked Lorrie.  Then she groaned at the hungry look in Denise’s eyes.  “Just go away, please?”

“I can’t,” whispered Denise.  “Not like this. Not ugly, when I know you can make me pretty.  I don’t care what the price is.”

“I’m not going to.  If I turn you into a pretty version of yourself, that version of you gets to run the show.  And it’s only temporary, anyway.”

“My changes aren’t temporary,” said Gina.

Denise turned to her, quivering at the twisted grin on Gina’s face but approaching her anyway.  “Please?”

“Oh, after what you’ve done, that’s not nearly enough.”

“What?  What did I do?”

Gina’s grin turned into a snarl of fury.  “You don’t even remember?  The humiliation?  The names?”

“Names?  Why are you so upset about the nicknames?”

“Because every cruel thing everyone in the school called me started on your lips!” screamed Gina.

Denise took a step back, staggered by the ferocity of Gina’s accusation.  “I...  I didn’t know.”

“Would you have done anything differently if you had?”

Denise ducked her head.  “No.”  It was barely a whisper.

“So you see.  I now have something you want desperately.  What are you going to do?”

Denise winced.  “What do I have to do?”

Gina pointed at the floor in front of her.  “Beg.  Grovel.”

Denise dropped to her knees without hesitation.  What followed was the most embarrassingly heart-felt groveling, pleading and blatant demonstration of desperation that anyone in the room had ever seen.

Gina’s smile was back.  “If I do this for you, this little thing...  I’ll want something in return.”

“Anything.”

The smile grew bigger.  “Exactly.  When you’re not at school, you’ll be... anything.  Anything I want.  Maybe a dress...”  At Pete’s mournful look she actually giggled.  “Whoops, I think that job’s already spoken for.  I could use a new purse, or maybe some shoes.  I like the idea of walking all over you.”

“But I’ll get to be pretty the rest of the time?” asked Denise hopefully.

“The school will have the hottest history teacher it has ever seen.  There will be no question who the sexiest teacher in the school is.  But when school is out, you’re mine.  Maybe I’ll turn you into a young girl and get a maid outfit for you.  I like the idea of a servant even more than new shoes.”

“I accept,” whispered Denise.

“Louder.  Say, ‘I am your property to do with as you will’.”

“I am your property to do with as you will.”

Gina’s horns peeked out, and she went down on one knee to put her head near Denise’s.  “You are mine.”  She kissed Denise fiercely, and when they stood up, Denise was not only younger, she was gorgeous.  Her skin was perfect, her dark hair was so glossy and smooth it almost seemed to glow.  Her lips were black as night, which Gina claimed was her mark on the teacher.

Denise stared at herself in the mirror, tears trickling down her cheeks.  “Thank you.”

“Now, Lorrie, if you’d be so kind... turn her into something else.”

“What?” cried Denise.

“School’s out,” said Gina with a demonic laugh.  “This is your new body, but you won’t be seeing it again until September.”  She looked to Lorrie, and nodded.

“Doughnut.”

Denise gasped, and then could say no more as she shrank back to a familiar, wonderful-smelling form.  Lorrie scooped her up and set her on her plate, beside the note.  At everyone’s look she grinned.  “What?  I wanted to know what she would taste like.”

Lorrie walked from the room, gesturing for Gina to follow.  The rest trailed along to the master bedroom, where Lorrie closed the door.  “We need to talk.”

“About?” asked Gina.

“I can’t do what you’re asking.  Degrading forms.  Punishing her with the wand.”

“But you can turn her into a doughnut?”

Denise grinned.  “Yeah, because it’s pretty obvious she wants that.  I have to admit, I’m wondering what she sees in it.  Now that we know it’s safe...”  She licked her lips and handed the wand to Barry, who kept it carefully pointed at the floor.

“How do you know she doesn’t want all the other stuff, too?” asked Gina with a wicked grin.  “Barry, turn her into Denise.”

Barry flicked the wand and spoke her name, then his eyes went wide.  “How’d you do that?”

Gina’s horns grew back in.  “Succubus.  Even if Lorrie gets qualms, I’ll be able to get you to do almost anything.”  She turned to the copy of Denise.  “One day, when you think you have a hot date, I’m going to turn myself into a clone of you and steal him.”

Gina’s body and clothes shifted, turning her into an identical copy of the Denise in front of her.  “And you’ll be my... hmm, pantyhose, I think.  I’ll wear you on your date with your boyfriend, fuck him through you, then drop your torn form in a garbage bin on the way home.  If you’re lucky, you’ll change back before the garbage men find you.  If not... oh well.”

Denise gasped.  “You wouldn’t!”

“I will.  Change her, Barry.”

“Pantyhose.”

Gina giggled.  “That’s not what I meant.”  She still picked up the new garment, and then handed it to Lucy.  With a finger to her lips, she gestured for the other woman to put Lorrie on.

“Mmm,” purred Gina as Lucy pulled up the sheer nylon.  “You feel so sensuous.  So sexy.  Maybe I’ll keep you like this and go have some fun with Pete.”  She gestured to Barry, who shook his head.

“Restore.”

Lorrie jumped up from Lucy’s lap, then realized whose legs she’d been on.  She whirled on Gina.  “You scamp!  I thought you were putting me on.”

Gina laughed.  “Yeah, I know.  Doesn’t do anything for you, does it?  That’s why I can’t control you.  And I can only nudge Barry, he’s pretty smitten.  Still.  Did you feel it?  How Denise felt about what I was going to do to her.”

Lorrie nodded.  “I...  Hell, the way you made it sound, I was sold on it myself.  Until the trash bit, anyway.  That terrified her, but she wanted it so badly at the same time...”

“So you’ll turn her into pantyhose for me, when the time comes?  And it will come.”

Lorrie nodded.  “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“That you watch the trash-can until she changes back.  If she gets stuck and taken to the dump as pantyhose, she’s as good as dead.”

Gina giggled.  “That was my plan all along.  So I could be there, hidden as someone she won’t recognize, and watch her crawl out of the bin and back to your house for more.”

“Speaking of my house.  Are you planning to stay here?”

Gina nodded.  “Please?  You have the wand.  And I’ll need it to keep from turning Pete’s mind to mush.”

Pete chuckled softly.  “Not that I minded it.”

Gina kissed him soundly, turning him back into a girl.  “Mmmm.  Still with me, Petra?”

“Yep!”

“Fine.   You can stay.  But I want something from you, too,” said Lorrie.

“Anything in my power to give,” said Gina earnestly.

Lorrie raised her eyebrow.  “Didn’t you just give Denise hell with a promise of ‘anything’?”

“Yeah, but you’re not me.  I can promise you anything and know I’m safe.”  Gina’s saucy grin made everyone in the room chuckle.

Lorrie sighed softly.  “You’re right.  It’s not anything evil.  I want you to turn Barry into a girl, without messing with his mind.  I can’t do that with the wand.”

Gina looked at Lorrie and then started to grin.  “Oh!  This works out nicely, then.  I get a victim to torture, Denise gets to be victimized.  Pete gets to wear sexy female clothes and look good in them.  And you get...”

Lorrie tugged Barry and Lucy to her.  “Both of them.  Yes.  Lucy can’t bear a man’s touch in bed, but...”

Gina danced up to Barry, and kissed him on the cheek.  The change was subtle, leaving him looking like a sister might, and still both tall and strong.  “You three have fun.  Can I get you to hit me with the wand before Petra and I go?”

“Dress.”

Gina fluttered to the floor, then slowly reformed.  “Again.”

“Dress.”

This time, the dress took much longer to acquire a human face.  “One more time.”

“Why?” asked Lorrie.

“Because I want to be good and stuck.  Denise isn’t the only one who likes it.”

“Dress.”

Pete scooped up the confection on the floor, flashed the other three women a grin, and darted out of the room.

“Does changing someone with the wand three times like that make the duration longer, too?” asked Lucy.

Lorrie nodded.  “Yeah.  The third one makes it permanent, even without using a string or waiting twenty-four hours.  Restore still works, of course.”

Lucy grinned.  “Cool.  Because that thing with the nylons sounded hot, and knowing I’m stuck until you change me back...”

“Oh, you’ll be more than stuck.  You’ll forget you were human.”

“Even better.”

Lorrie laughed.  “I can deny you nothing.  Pantyhose.  Pantyhose.  Pantyhose.”  She tucked the wand into its spot in her bedside drawer, then slowly, sensually rolled her new nylons onto her legs.  She didn’t even get halfway done before Barry was upon her.

Later, sweaty and sated, Lorrie asked, “Should I change her back?”

“Change me first.”

“Into?”

“Something for you two to play with.”

Lorrie giggled, and grabbed the wand.  “Barbie doll.”

“Not what I had in...”

Lorrie restored her rather worse-for-wear pantyhose.  “Hey lover.”

Lucy lay on the bed for a long while.  “God.  That was...  Wow.  Denise is one lucky woman.”

Lorrie chuckled.  “I think we’ll all spend some time as Gina’s pets.  But not yet.  C’mon, let’s play dressup with Barry.”

“But we don’t have any tiny dresses!”

Lorrie wiggled the wand in her hand.  “Not yet.”