Steve stared at the puddle where his girlfriend had been.  “Mags!  Oh my God are you okay?”

The puddle of flesh just lay there, unmoving.  Bernice lifted it up, and shook it out to reveal what looked like a deflated doll, with ultra-realistic skin and a flattened version of Maggie’s face.  “I don’t think she can move.  She’s...”

“Please, she can’t just be gone...  Do something!”

Bernice considered the problem, then slid the zipper back up.  Maggie reinflated, and dropped to the floor.  She wobbled there for a moment then collapsed into Steve’s arms.

“Mags?”

“I...  Woah.  That was insane.  I was just...  What was I?”

Bernice touched the zipper, then pulled her hand back.  “You’re clothing.  Maybe like the mannequin?  I don’t know.  It didn’t get soft like this.”

Steve hugged his sweetie carefully.  “How do you feel?”

“Terrified,” whimpered Maggie.  “Can I change back now?  Please?  I’m sorry, Bob.  I’ll change into something else, I promise.  I just want to be solid again.”

Bernice nodded briskly.  “Right.  What we’ve done to de-mannequinize people is erase the mannequin bits.  They come back normal.  Well, normal for whatever magic clothing you put on, anyway.”  She grabbed some blue string and quickly lopped off Maggie’s legs, then torso, then her arms.

Maggie took it stoically, but once Bernice had reduced her to just a head she exclaimed, “This is so freaky!  I’m so tiny and helpless.”

Steve scooped her up.  “Still as cute as ever.  Maybe even cuter.”

Maggie grinned up at him.  “Thanks.  I needed that.”

“Hey, it’s true.”  Steve carried her to the mirror, cuddled in his arms like a cat.  “See?”

“Oh!  I...  once I’m solid, this would be... interesting.  Would you care for me?”

“Like the most precious pet ever.”

Bernice carried a bodysuit over to them.  “Here.  This’ll get you mostly normal.”

Steve helped Maggie into the suit, and soon her body filled it out.  She flexed her arms experimentally.  “I don’t feel different.”

Steve hugged her tight, and yelped when she squished flat in his arms.  He quickly released her and she popped back to normal shape.  “Well, shit.”

“Steve!  Language.”

“Sorry, Mags.  But I think this counts.  You’re still a... whatever the trunk turned you into.”

Maggie wriggled out of the bodysuit then put a hand to the back of her neck.  She took a deep breath, and tugged.  As before, she collapsed into a very flat heap of skin tone rubber.

Steve got to Maggie first, zipping her up so she could stand again.  “Well.  Maybe if we erased the zipper?”

Maggie touched the zipper again.  “Tricky.  It goes all down my back.  Can we erase that?”

Bernice nodded, and found an extra long bit of string.  She looped it over Maggie’s head and under her bum, and when it pulled tight, it planed off the back third of the skinsuit woman.  Unfortunately, the zipper was still there.  They reduced her to a pair of legs, and the zipper moved down to her left leg.  Erasing that moved it to her right.  They progressively whittled Maggie away until she was only a single foot... and that foot had a zipper on it.

Steve held the foot in his hand and stared down at it in wonder.  “This is Maggie.  So tiny.  Still kinda cute.”  He tickled the sole of it, and it squirmed.  “Think she’s okay in there?”

Bernice nodded.  “Kim got turned into a single boob once.  She said it was fun, but she hasn’t done it again.  She likes forms where she can see.  I expect Maggie would like her body back.”

Tucking the foot into a bodysuit brought Maggie back with three legs.  “Still a zipper, even as a foot?” she asked, as soon as she had a mouth.

“Yup.”  A quick test showed that the zipper had moved back to her neck.  “You’re still stuck as a skinsuit.  You... might have to be worn before you can change back,” suggested Bernice.

“I don’t get it, why would that matter?” asked Maggie.

“Because it seems likely that you’ll turn whoever wears you into... well, you.  You’re magic clothing like everything else we’ve put into the trunk,” Bernice explained softly.  “Maybe if you’re not charged, you’ll change back in time.  I think that’s our best chance now.”

“I’ll do it,” said Steve.

Both of the women looked over at him.  “Are you sure?” asked Maggie.  “Half an hour ago you couldn’t get out of that mannequin body fast enough.”

Steve made a face.  “I’d been stuck as a mannequin long enough.  And even once I could move, that body feels really weird.  Stiff and stuck and...” he trailed off.

Bernice grinned as she continued, “And with smoothed away parts where there should be something?  That was the biggest downside to being a mannequin.  Without the right bits, you can’t get aroused.  Turning into Maggie will let you know what a real girl feels like.”

“And it’s Maggie.  If it’ll help her, I’ll do anything.”

“Okay,” said Maggie, turning her back toward Steve.  “Unzip me.”

Steve caught Maggie as she collapsed, spreading her out like a bodysuit against his chest.  “She’s smaller than I am.  Will she fit?”

Bernice tugged on one of Maggie’s hands experimentally.  “She’s stretchy.  And if I’m right she’ll change you to fit as soon as you put her on anyway.  She’ll be fine.  But you’ll need to be quick about putting her on, or you might end up with your head sticking out of her back.”

Steve accepted Bernice’s help lining up the bodysuit, then practically jumped into it.  A moment later Bernice had the zip done up.  When it reached the back of Maggie’s neck, the zip vanished.

Maggie sucked in a deep breath, and hugged herself tight with her arms.  “Oh my goodness!  I’m solid again!  Thanks.”  She spun around and blinked in confusion.  “Where’s Steve?”

“You’re... uh, being worn by him.  Who’s in charge?”

Maggie shrugged.  “Me.  I’m just... me.  As far as I can tell, anyway.  How would I know?”

“I have no idea.  Um... only Steve really knows you well enough to reveal deep dark secrets nobody else would know.”

Maggie tilted her head to one side, considering the problem.  “I don’t actually have any deep dark secrets.  I don’t think Steve does, either?  We’re pretty normal.”

“Were pretty normal.  I’d say you’re fairly abnormal now.”

Maggie bowed her head.  “Yeah.  I could really use a hug right now.”

Bernice opened her arms, and Maggie gratefully accepted the hug.  Then she sighed, and wriggled back out if it.  “What I really need is a Steve hug.  Sorry, it’s just not the same, though the tentacles were a nice touch.”

“I know, right?  I think they’ll really catch on.”

Maggie giggled.  “I doubt it.  But... thanks.”  She felt around at the back of her neck, and tugged.  Another Maggie emerged from the crumpling chrysalis of Maggie’s skin, staring down at the resulting heap of rubber in surprise.

“Uh...  What just happened?”