Maggie yawned and stretched to get the crick out of her back.  The couch was comfortable, but she was looking forward to returning to her proper bed.  She patted her boyfriend on the hip, giggling at the hollow ‘thump’ the mannequin made.  He’d added more and more mannequin parts as the night progressed.  In the end, it had been just his head on an immobile mannequin body.  Maggie had impishly put the head on as well, after kissing him goodnight.

Bernice had just started some coffee brewing as Maggie padded into the kitchen.  She looked mostly normal, except for the eight tentacles that were helping her fetch cooking utensils.  “Hey Mags.  Early riser?”

Maggie nodded and reached for an orange from the fruit bowl on the counter.  “Always have been.  Steve calls it my least endearing quality.”

“Did you manage to keep Steve out of trouble, then?”

Maggie pointed at where the mannequin was still standing by the couch.  “Depends on how you define that, I guess.  How do I get him out of there?”

Bernice examined the coffee maker critically, poured two cups, then put the carafe back in to continue filling. “Here.”

“Mmm.  Thanks.”  Maggie finished the orange then took a careful sip of her coffee.  “Oooh.  You like it strong.”

“For the others, Tanya especially.  She’s not much of a morning person.  Should have seen her yesterday, I had to take extreme measures to get her out of bed and out of the house.  Hampered by the fact she didn’t have a head so she couldn’t hear what I was saying.”

Maggie giggled.  “Sounds like it’s pretty crazy around here.  How do you manage?”

“Eh, you do what you have to.  Plus, having a lover with dozens of boobs and no inhibitions has its perks.”  Bernice dropped several slices of bacon into a pan, and the sizzling sound and meaty aroma soon brought others to the kitchen.

Robin and Kim were the first to emerge, shortly after the first batch of bacon was done.  Robin looked green around the gills, and moaned about not having the body mass to drink the way she had.  Kim giggled at that, since her body mass was in the single digit pounds.  She was about eighteen inches tall, and accepted a hand up to the kitchen countertop where a single slice of bacon and a shot glass of coffee made a hearty breakfast.

Robin was only steady on her feet due to having ten of them.  She’d kept stacking pairs of pants in back until she was longer than their couch.

Connie was next to emerge, and guzzled her coffee greedily but otherwise seemed none the worse for wear.  Her borrowed robe did little to hide her array of new assets – she had “tested” many of the empowered bras and was covered from shoulders to hips in various sizes and shapes of breasts.  Kim poked Robin when she saw how she was staring at what peeked through the robe.  Robin giggled and scooped her up against her own breasts as an apology.  Her eyes still sneaked over to Connie once in a while.

As Bernice was setting aside the last of the bacon on paper towels, Marco and Lynne emerged.  They had been in the same room Connie had been sleeping in.  That earned a few odd looks between Bernice and Maggie.  “We had another spare room, you know.  Everyone else went home after they changed back.”

Connie giggled and waved off Bernice’s concern.  “I like to sleep with my sweetie.  And... he likes to sleep with his other sweetie, too.”

“And you’re okay with that?” asked Maggie.

Connie shrugged, and turned to give Marco a kiss.  He tried to lean into it, but missed.  Connie’s head ended up right between both of his.  Marco turned both toward her, and then started to wobble as two sets of inner ears sent conflicting information.

Lynne caught Marco just before he fell.  “Wimp.  You were doing better than this last night.”

“Wasn’ ‘ung over,” mumbled Marco.  He clung to Lynne, wobbling.  Her efforts to steady him were complicated by her waif-thin arms and legs.  Bernice didn’t even know they’d had an outfit in size zero, but Lynne had found it and clung to it.

Connie darted to Marco’s other side, helping to keep him upright.  One head tracked her, the other tracked Lynne, and then both looked queasy.  Marco closed one set of eyes then darted for the bathroom.  Retching sounds emerged.  In stereo.

Connie went after him while Lynne just sighed and rolled her eyes.  “Men.”

Robin nodded sagely.  “Can’t live with them.  Or as them.”

Lynne looked confused at the comment, making the others giggle.  She went wide-eyed to hear the explanation.  “You’re a guy?”

Robin stood tall, showing her breasts proudly through one of Rob’s Star Trek T-shirts.  “Do I look like a guy?”

Lynne shook her head.  “But why?”

That drew more snickers.  “Because being a girl is awesome!” exulted Robin.  “Though I still like to be a guy sometimes, too.  Kim gets petulant if I go more than a week like this.”

“Do not!” squeaked Kim from her perch on the counter.  “You’re the one that gets all moody.”

It was Lynne’s turn to giggle.  “Sounds like you really are a girl.  Are you bi like this, or just into girls?”

Robin paused to consider that, turning to look at Marco as he emerged.  “He doesn’t do anything for me.  But we’ve put Kim in my clothes a few times.  That’s...” she blushed.  “Surprisingly fun.”

“Surprisingly?” cried Kim.  “Hmph.  Just for that I won’t show you what I found for the trunk yesterday.”

“You showed me last night.”  Robin eyed Kim critically.  “I think you’re small enough to get inside it.  Wanna try?”

Kim nodded eagerly, and the two of them disappeared off to their room.

“What was that about?” asked Lynne.

“Kim bought a new toy,” said Bernice.  “I’m not quite sure what it’ll turn her into, but either way they’ll have fun.”

“But... won’t she be stuck?” asked Lynne, worriedly.  “I mean... all these changes are permanent, right?”

“Depends,” said Bernice.  “If you can breathe, yeah.  You’re stuck as whatever.  But when Tanya turned me into a boob last month, I only stayed like that for half a day.  I returned the favour, but made sure she had a mouth...  She was stuck like that for a week.  Mmm... I should do that to her again sometime.”

“So Steven will change back on his own?” asked Maggie, indicating the mannequin in the other room.

“Nope.  Dunno why, exactly, but until she takes the mannequin off, she won’t change back.”  Bernice strode over to the mannequin and rapped her knuckles on its chest.  “See?  Hollow.”

“Then how do I get... wait, why did you say ‘she’?”

“The mannequin shapes the wearer just like the other clothes do.  Steve will look like her twin, even down to the high-gloss skin tone and built-in tan.  That’s weird too, actually.  Everything else leaves you with the same skin tone.”

“I just want to know how to get Steve out of there.  I have to see how he looks!”

“Feel around the back of her neck.  There should be a little lump there.  Tug it down.”

It took Maggie a few tries to get it right, then suddenly there was a seam running down the back of the mannequin, and she was helping a slim woman out of it.  As promised, Steve now looked like the mannequin’s twin, and even had seams where the mannequin’s parts were divided.  Maggie tried popping one hand off, but it was firmly attached.

Bernice giggled. “If you want her armless, you should have taken them off first.  Sorry, should have mentioned the option.”

Maggie hugged Steve tight, and he tentatively put his glossy female arms around her.  “This feels weird,” he fussed.

“Aw, c’mon.  Live a little.”

Steve raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.  “What happened to ‘keep me out of trouble’?”

“You don’t sound drunk.”  Maggie sniffed Steve’s breath.  “Don’t smell it, either.  You’re on your own.”

Steve snorted in a most unladylike fashion.  “Got hard to drink after the second mannequin hand.  I only had a few sips.”

“Poor baby.”  Maggie pulled Steve’s head down against her shoulder.  She giggled again.  “You’re shorter than me.”

“Like I said.  This feels all weird and strange and I don’t like it can I change back now please?”  The words all came out in a rush as Steve pushed away from Maggie.

“Fine,” said Maggie slightly grumpily.  “Be like that.  Bernice, are there any more of those stretchy outfits we used to change folks back last night?”

Bernice nodded.  “We reloaded the trunk last night.  Should be ready by now.”  She quickly solved the maze-lock, and popped it open.  She handed a stretchy nylon catsuit to Steve.  It looked mostly human, save for a long monkey-like tail.  Once he had it on, his body started to grow back to full size.  Bernice explained to Maggie how they’d discovered that anythign with give to it always tended toward a person’s natural size, so the unisex leotards had proved very handy.

Maggie tried to talk Steve into keeping at least part of his tail, declaring it ‘cute’, but he refused and used the string to lop it entirely off.  “There,” he declared at last.  “Back to normal.”

Maggie giggled.  “Not quite.”  She booped his cute little nose in his still-feminine face.  

Steve turned to look in a mirror and sighed.  “Whoops.  Now I look extra silly.”

“You mean extra cute!”

“What’s gotten into you, Mags?  I thought you hated all of this.”

Maggie shrugged.  “It seems harmless enough.  And Bernice seems trustworthy.”

Bernice smiled at Maggie, and handed her sweater-vest with four arm-holes, and some string.  “Here.  If you think he’s behaving, he can use these to go back to normal.”

Instead of teasing Steve further, Maggie just handed the items over.  She tagged along with Bernice as she unloaded the magic trunk, helping to sort the various items out by gender and limb count.  Any of the nylon catsuits that had at least two arms and two legs went into a separate bin marked ‘Restore Anyone’.  

Maggie giggled when she found a catsuit that had a long snaky body and no arms or legs.  “I’m almost tempted...”

“C’mon, you should have some fun.  If you don’t want to try it here, I’ll send it home with you, and a restoration kit as well.”

Maggie ran her fingers down the faint snakeskin pattern printed on the suit.  “I’ll still have my normal skin, though?  Meh, pass.”

Once the trunk was empty, Maggie returned to snuggle against her fully restored boyfriend.  She grinned up at him.  “Feeling more like yourself?”

Steve nodded.  “I was just telling Lynne here how flexible you are.  And...  I, um, kind of bet that you could fit into the trunk.”

“Steve!”

“Aw, sweetie, I’ve seen you fold yourself into smaller spaces.  Remember the suitcase?”

Maggie rolled her eyes.  “I don’t want to be a performing animal.  How much did you bet?”

“Five hundred.”

Maggie shot Lynne a questioning look.  “Seriously?”

“I’m good for it.  You know my family’s still loaded, even after the buyout.”

“See?” said Steve.  “Easy money.”

Maggie sighed, and started to carefully fold herself into the trunk.  It was roomy enough for her stature that she had little enough trouble with it.

“See!” crowed Steve.  “I told you she could do it.  Pay up.”

Lynne looked at Maggie critically, crouching down to look across the top of the chest.  “I can still see a bit of her back.  Only one way to be really sure.”  Before anyone could protest, she banged the trunk closed.  The lock clicked shut and went dark.