“So why are we going here again?” asked Jerry.

“There’s a support group for people who use the Venn Machines,” admitted Marcy.  “After the last couple of times, I think we need some help.”

“You mean with you wanting to be my pet?”

“And you still hung up over the boots thing, too.”

Jerry’s gaze went to Marcy’s feet, and he grinned.  “Yeah.  I never was a foot fetishist before.  It feels weird and sort of... spliced in.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

Jerry sighed, and looked back at the entrance to the Salvation Army building.  “Yeah, but... a support group?”

“Come on, let’s at least see what it’s like.  They’re supposed to be one of the best in the area.”

At the entrance to the room, Jerry pointed to the signboard listing the sessions.  “‘Coping with Venn Machines’?  That doesn’t sound promising.”

“That one’s just ending.  Next up...  ‘Demystifying Venn Machines’.  Now that sounds more like it.”

A pinch-faced woman shot them a glower as she left the room, which made Marcy grin and pull Jerry into the room behind her.

A younger and much more cheerful woman waved to them.  “Newcomers?”

Marcy nodded, still not letting go of Jerry’s hand.  “I’m Marcy, this is Jerry.”

“Welcome.  I’m Karen, and we’ll kick things off shortly.  We’re way less formal than the previous support group.  We’re mostly here to share knowledge, and help answer questions about the Venn Machines.  We want people to know how to stay safe.”

“Safe?” asked Jerry nervously.

“Yep.  Some of the first members of the group spent a few months stuck as pantyhose.  You don’t want that, do you?”

Jerry looked at Marcy’s legs, and the intensity of that look made Marcy blush.  Karen giggled.  “Ooh, tell, tell!”

So Marcy and Jerry tag-teamed the tale of how he ended up as Marcy’s boots for an evening.  She even sung a bit of the Nancy Sinatra piece she’d danced to, and did a few of the steps.

Jerry sighed wistfully.  “I loved being her boots.  Still want to go back.  But I wasn’t a leg man before this, and was reluctant to be footwear.  It’s all because she told the machine to make it feel good.”

Karen nodded sympathetically.  “Oh, yes.  We’ve run into that issue before.”  She waved to a slim dark-haired woman who’d just entered the room.  “Rachel!  We have need of your expertise.”

Rachel bounced excitedly over to them.  “New toys!  What did they do to themselves?”

“Boots,” said Jerry.  “I wanted to change back so bad.  I even set the Venn Machine for a year.”

“How many times did you amp up the pleasure?” Rachel asked, turning to Marcy.

Marcy winced.  “Three.  I wanted it to be extra special for him, because, well... boots.”

“Ooh, sweet spot on the first try.  Then you fawned all over him and treated him like the good boots he was?”

“Polished him up before and after dancing in him, yeah,” agreed Marcy.  Jerry face pinkened as he recalled the best part of being boots.

“How’d you bring him down, after?” asked Rachel.

Marcy looked confused.  “I...  He changed back.  Went home.  Then insisted he become my boots the next day.  I turned him into boots, but without the pleasure, and wore him all day.  He’d have let me keep him.  I was so scared!  I didn’t want boots, I wanted my sweetie.”

Rachel shook her head.  “Good try for an amateur.  What you really needed to do was taper him down step by step.  A few hours at two, a few at one, then longer as just boots.  Toward the end, try to act like it’s no big deal.  He’s just boots.  No special polishing, or anything.  Tuck him away in a box.  Snaps ‘em right out of it.  Well, most of the time.”

“That works?” asked Marcy softly.  “I can just make this addiction... go away?”

Rachel turned back to Jerry.  “Does this obsession feel like it’s really a part of you?”

Jerry shook his head.  “Not really.  Kind of tacked-on.  If I was to naturally get hooked on something, it’d probably be the bra thing.  I’ve spent so many weekends as her bra, but it never felt like that...”

Marcy grinned impishly.  “It could...”

Rachel grinned back. “Yeah, that’d help break him out of the boots thing.  But... if he really is a fan of being your bra, you might have a harder time tapering him off.  Then again... maybe you won’t want to.”  She patted her purse fondly.  “Like Jenny here.”

Marcy stared.  “She’s your purse?”

Rachel giggled and shook her head.  “No, she’s inside it.”  She cracked her purse open just enough that Marcy could see what she meant, making Marcy blush brightly.

“And she wants to be that?”

“More than anything else in the world, right now.  I could change her for years, and she’d jump at it eagerly.”

Marcy looked shocked.  “She’s stuck forever?”

Rachel laughed merrily.  “No.  It’s her month to be toyed with.  I’ll bring her back down in a few more days and then hook her on being something else.  Haven’t tried turning her into a bra yet, so that’s what she’ll be next week.  And after that... my turn.”

“Aren’t you worried she might keep you like... that?” fretted Marcy.

Rachel shook her head, gaze going distant and smiling at the memories.  “Oh, no.  I’m hoping she will.”  She shook herself, smiling at Marcy.  “But we’re having too much fun taking turns.  The only way we’d get properly stuck is if we found someone willing to take both of us.  Interested?”

Marcy shook her head frantically.  “I don’t want to own people!”

Rachel giggled again. “Oh, the expression on your face.  Are you really sure?  Because I get the feeling your boyfriend might like being owned.  At least for a while...”

“Jerry?” asked Marcy softly.  “Would you like to spend a whole month as my bra?  Like that?”  She pointed at Rachel’s purse.

Jerry nodded.  “We should try the tapering thing first.  But once we get the hang of it... a week as your pleasure-addled bra sounds amazing.”

Rachel nodded emphatically.  “That’s about perfect.  Takes a week for it to really settle in.  Anything less and you can still remember being human.”

“He does make a really nice bra,” mused Marcy with a hint of a grin.

“I’d rather be obsessed with that than your boots, that’s for sure,” said Jerry.  “We can try using it to taper my obsession later.  What about your pet thing?”

Rachel and Karen both perked up at that.  “Pet?”

Jerry explained how he’d turned Marcy into a sort of sexual pet, without explaining the details.  And then how she’d decided to be his pet-girl a week later.  “She’s still hooked on the idea.  Almost as bad as I was with the boots.”

“But you didn’t amp up the pleasure on that first change?”

Jerry looked away from Marcy, blushing.  “Just a little bit.”

“What did you say?” asked Rachel.

“Uh... ‘A little more pleasure’, I think.  Just once.  She was mostly boo... er breasts.  So that may have factored in too.”

“But not the second time?” asked Rachel.

Jerry shook his head.  “That time I just shrank her.  She talked me into putting a collar on her, and walking her around my room.  I promised I’d find a tiny swimsuit for her and we could go walking on the beach like that.”

“You could just have her wear a swimsuit under her clothes, it’d shrink with her,” suggested Karen.

Marcy clapped her hands.  “Ooh!  Can we go do that now?”

“But... but...  How do I taper her off this?” asked Jerry.

Rachel and Karen shook their heads.  “You don’t,” said Rachel.  “This is something organic.  A revealed fetish, not an appended one.”

“So what do I do?” asked Jerry.

Marcy pulled him into a kiss.  When they broke for air, she said, “We do like Rachel and Jenny.  Take turns.  I’ll be your pet one week, and you can be my bra the next.”

Jerry nodded dazedly, then suddenly looked alarmed.  “Wait!  Our parents would never go for that.  We’d need our own place.”

Marcy’s eyes shone.  “You mean... move in together?”

Jerry nodded, smiling as he warmed to the idea.  “We’d have to find better jobs.  Or maybe one job where we can trade off a week at a time.”

Rachel shot a knowing look at Karen, who pulled a pamphlet out of her purse.  “Here.  Our little group has compiled a list of all the local Venn-friendly employers.  Ones that will let you come in as anything you like, within reason.  Others that will split jobs, like you’re talking about.  The last page is the best, though.  There are a bunch that actively seek out Venn-positive folks for a variety of reasons.”

“We can really do this?” breathed Marcy.

Jerry nodded.

“Oh!  We can get an apartment near the Venn Machine!”