“Hey look, honey.  Someone claims they’re selling actual magic.”

“At a night market like this?  Get out...”

Leah tugged at her husband’s arm.  “Come on, let’s see what they have.”

“Fine,” grumbled Neil.  “But I bet it’s just a scam.”

Leah giggled.  “So what?  It’ll be fun to listen to the spiel.  And who knows?  Maybe they do have something.  My cousin said he found a real bag of holding at a place like this.”

“Bet he’s just telling tales, too.  You know how big he is into ‘roleplaying’,” said Neil sarcastically.  “I bet he’s loving that magic’s out in the world.”

“And you don’t?”  Leah stopped short to confront Neil.  “What’s wrong with wanting to see the sort of thing dreams are made of?”

Neil looked away, blushing slightly.  “It depends on what you’re dreaming of.”

Leah’s pretty green eyes widened.  “You’re hiding something!  C’mon, spill.  If you could magic me into your dreamgirl, what would you change?”  She posed for her husband, showing off a slim athletic body and floofing out her mane of crimson-dyed hair.

“Honestly?  Nothing.”

“Awww, that’s sweet,” said Leah insincerely.  “But you haven’t told me the dream that has you blushing to think we might be standing twenty feet away from it.”

“It’s stupid,” said Neil digging a toe into the worn-out grass between the stalls.  “I mean, who gets squicked by ... well...”

Leah snuggled in under Neil’s muscular arm, positioning herself so she could look up into his face.  “Hey, sweetie.  It’s okay.  I promise.”

Neil blushed brighter.  “Sex is just so... messy.  You know how I clean up right away afterward?”

Leah giggled and nodded.  “Yeah.  It’s sweet, I never have to sleep in the wet spot ‘cause you make sure there never is one.  You think it’s icky?”

Neil nodded reluctantly.  “I wish there wasn’t so much... liquid.”

“But you’ve used massage oil on me.  And lube.”

“Those are different.  Manufactured.  Sterile.  And they smell nice.”

Leah nodded in agreement.  “You’ve got me there.  It’d be cool if your spunk smelled like cherries, don’t you think?  Maybe they have something that can do that.”

“I suppose it won’t hurt to look,” said Neil dolefully.

“There’s the spirit,” cheered Leah, and pulled him the rest of the way to the table.  Standing most of a foot shorter than him made the effort look more than a little ridiculous, but the person at the stand just smiled at them like any other customers.

“What can I do for you?”

“Got anything that makes sex less messy?” asked Leah cheerfully.

The salesman’s eyes lit up, and he practically shoved a basket at them.  “Try these out.  Steri-rings, they call them.  First batch didn’t quite pan out the way they want, so they’re cheap.”

“That sounds worrisome,” fretted Neil.

“Oh, it’s nothing dangerous.  Here, put one over your hand.”  The salesman waggled the basket at Neil.  “I assure you, these are the latest word in sterile.”

Neil’s eyes lit up at the last word, and he plucked one of the elastic bands out of the basket.  The purple band looked exactly like a hair elastic.  He stretched it out experimentally, then slipped it over his left hand and past the wrist.  His hand looked like it had been coated in translucent purple latex.  “Wild.  Wait, where’s my hair?”  The fine hairs on his hand could be hidden easily enough, but the thicker black hair on his forearm was definitely missing past the band.

“That’s one of the downsides.  It’s not actually a glove, it’s transforming your skin into a completely inert substance.  While it looks like latex, it’s guaranteed not to cause allergic reactions.”

Neil wiggled his fingers, marvelling at it.  “It feels like it isn’t even there.”

Leah grabbed his hand, massaging it between her dainty fingers.  “Oh, it feels... slick.”

“That’s why they’re not being sold as surgical gloves, too slippery.  Instead we’re trying to move this batch as intimate accessories.  It encapsulates and prevents any... leakage.”

Leah leaned over the table, to whisper loud enough to embarrass Neil, “I can see how it’d work for a guy, but what about me?”

“Just press it in place for a few seconds and it’ll take hold.”  The salesman handed Leah one of the bands in bright pink. “This is a favourite color.  Makes you look like a love-doll.”

“Sold,” said Leah.  “We’ll take four blue, four purple, and four pink.  Ooh, and you have green!  Four of those too.”

The smile that got was much more genuine.  The salesman put Leah’s requests into a bag, and threw in four shimmery rainbow-coloured bands as a bonus.  He winked at Leah as he did so, “These are the best kind, you don’t want to miss out.”

A pamphlet went in with their purchase.  “Make sure to read the instructions.”

“Instructions?” asked Neil, eyeing the bag in Leah’s hands suspiciously.

“They have side effects if you wear them too long.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Follow the directions and you’ll be fine,” reassured the guy behind the table.  “I’ve used them a bunch, and only good things have happened.”  That last was said with a big grin that made his implication clear.

“See?” said Leah with a winning smile.  “Nothing to worry about.  C’mon, let’s get home and try these babies out.”

*** *** ***

“Thank you for buying Magi-Tek Steri-Bands,” Neil read from the pamphlet.

“Skip to the good stuff!” exhorted Leah, bouncing on their bed.

“Fine, fine...  Medical grade sterility, yadda-yadda... Oh, nice, they’re dishwasher and autoclave safe.”

“Not just the stuff that turns you on, doofus.”  Leah grinned to show the ‘insult’ was mean kindly.

“Okay, here we go.  Precautions.  Continuous wear of steri-bands will cause increasing transformation of the affected extremity.  This is normal.”  Neil snorted.  “Yeah, right.  Nothing about this is normal.”

Leah slipped one of the pink steri-bands over her hand, and found it would easily go past her elbow.  “I want to see what that looks like.”

“Sadly, it doesn’t say.  Wearing for more than two hours will result in increased plasticity?  That sounds...”

“Fun!  C’mon, let’s do it.”

“Wait, wait... okay, anything under four hours and the changes revert when you take it off.  Longer spans have a persistent but not permanent effect?  Well, that’s vague.  Caution: Do not use steri-bands on reshaped flesh, as that will render the change permanent.  Uh... should we be using these at all?”

“As long as we make sure we’re back to normal before using them again, it’ll be fine.  How permanent?”

Neil flipped the page over.  “Oh!  Not irreversible.  ‘Steri-Bands can be used to sculpt any affected limb back to the normal shape.  Please consult a trained sculptor if this becomes necessary.’  There’s also a hotline to call if we get stuck.”

Leah bounced even more excitedly.  “I’m a trained sculptor!  I knew that arts degree would come in handy someday.  Come oooon!  I wanna sculpt you!  And me!  And... and...”  She flushed, staring at her husband’s dropped trousers.  With a band over his cock, it had gone all purple and smooth...  “Woah.  Mr. Happy looks like a sex toy.”

“I know.”  Neil held out one of the pink bands.  “Your turn.”

Leah took no time wiggling out of her dress, and cooed happily as Neil pressed the band in place.  “Is it sticking?  It feels weird.”

Neil ran a finger over the band and onto the flesh it had transformed.  “Seems...  Mmm, you like that?”

Leah purred, “Don’t stop now…”

Neil leaned down to get a closer look at Leah’s transformed bits.  He gave an experimental sniff, then dipped lower to flick his tongue over it.

Leah could not have been more stunned if he’d grown two heads.  Neil laughed when he saw her expression.  “What?”

“You have literally never done that before.  Why now?”

“Does it matter?” asked Neil, fingers once again teasing at pink latex.

Leah arched her back and moaned.

“Didn’t think so.”  Neil ducked his head between her legs and put his tongue to better use.

Two orgasms later, Leah begged him to stop.  “I need you inside me.”

Neil grinned up at her with pristine cheeks.  “Don’t have to ask me twice…”  He levered himself up over her and teased at her pussy with his blue-tinged cock.  “Ready?” He asked as he lined up.

“Readier than I’ve ev…  Oh!  Yes!”

*** *** ***

They lay cooling on the bed, Neil on his back, exhausted.  Leah was on her side, watching him pant.  “That was...  Where did that come from?  You’ve never been so... enthusiastic.  Except that one time after you ate three of Aunt April’s ‘special’ brownies.”

Neil chuckled.  “Nobody told me about the brownies.  I was hallucinating so bad...”

“Hallucinating?” asked Leah.  “You didn’t mention that afterward.”

Neil sighed, looking up to the ceiling.  “Yeah, well.  It was kind of embarrassing, so...”

“Oooh!  More secrets!”

“C’mon sweetie, do you have to pry?”

Leah grinned at him hugely.  “The last one worked out pretty well for you, didn’t it?”  She reached down to give his still-banded cock a stroke.  “Man, you’re hard again?”

Neil shook his head.  When he slipped the band off, his penis was flaccid.  “All in the magic, I’m afraid.”

“Oh!  Well, now.  That does seem promising.  But since you’re in no way ready for another round, I want answers!”

“Persistent and pushy.”

“Just the way you like me.  Now spill!”

Neil turned the purple elastic in his hands, marvelling at how it looked just as it had before.  Not the slightest sign of mess.  “You said something that set me off.  I’d barely managed to stumble to our room, and you said...”

“Are you functional?” repeated Leah, nodding.  “I remember.  I don’t think I’ll forget anything about that night.”

“And my mind went immediately to a certain android claiming to be ‘fully functional’.  So in my hallucinating mind, I saw both of us as Soong-style androids.”

“Wait, wait, wait.  You thought I was a robot?”

“Android.  Same kind as Data on Star Trek.”

Leah started giggling so hard she squeaked.  “And you hack on my cousin for roleplaying?  You’re a closet Trekkie.”

“Fine.  So our second-best sex ever was while I believed we both were Star Trek androids.  You still had fun.”

“Second best ever?” asked Leah.  “What was the first?”

“Tonight, of course,” Neil said with a smirk.

“So...”  Leah considered this.  “The sterile sex thing is a big thing for you, then?”  She poked his shoulder.  “Geez, given how little sex we’ve had in the past couple of years, I figured you were borderline asexual.  You were just turned off by the...”

“Squickiness of sexual fluids, yes.  Can’t stand the feel, or the smell of them.”

“But you went down on me...  Oh!  Because there’s nothing down there to smell or taste?”

Neil nodded tiredly.

“This changes everything!”

Neil yawned, and hugged his sweetie tight.  “But not tonight.  I’m wiped.”

Leah cuddled against him, and kissed his cheek.  Then her eyes went wide.  “Is that why you don’t like french kisses, either?”

But Neil was already asleep, leaving Leah to her imagination.

*** *** ***

Sunday was their one day together.  Leah had built up something of a reputation as a nail stylist, able to create almost any kind of art on her tiny canvases, but the salon she worked at was open Tuesdays to Saturdays.  On the plus side, it allowed her a degree of artistic expression, and she almost always came home with pictures of some new masterpiece she’d created for a client.  The downside was only getting one full day a week with her husband.

This Sunday was Leah’s turn to pick the activity.  She was tempted to spend the day in bed with Neil, and said as much.  He pointed out that they’d exhaust themselves quickly, so going all day wasn’t really an option.

“You’re just trying to get out of sex again,” accused Leah.

“I...”  Neil looked away.  “Maybe.”

Leah pulled a rainbow-coloured band out of the bag of steri-bands.  “I’ll wear something shiny.”  She slipped it over her wrist, marvelling at the soap-bubble sheen that her hand acquired.  A few seconds later, her hand faded away.  All that was left was the soap bubble.

Both of them stared in amazement.  “Woah.”

Leah slipped the band off, and her hand returned to normal immediately.  “Wicked.  I want to try this on my boobs!”

Neil dug out another rainbow band, and helped Leah settle both in place over her B-cup breasts.  Soon the swells were replaced by shimmering bubbles.  “Wow,” he exclaimed, close enough that his breath made them ripple, “They really do look like soap bubbles.”

When he poked one, they both found out that they did more than look like soap bubbles.  Leah’s right breast vanished with a gentle ‘pop’.

“Holy...  Did you pop my boob?  Get it off, get it off!  I don’t have enough breast to spare!”

Neil helped Leah remove the bands, and both breasts returned to normal, neither harmed by the experience.  Leah breathed a sigh of relief.  “That was weird.”

“Weird bad?”

“Nnnnot exactly.  I kinda want to try it again.”

“What on earth for?”

Leah grinned up at him wickedly.  “It felt soooo good.  I wanna pop your bits.”

“What?  No!”  Neil cupped his hands protectively over his groin. “No popping.”

“Aw, c’mon.  You popped me, now it’s my turn.”

“Do my foot or something,” offered Neil.

Leah grinned, and slipped a band over the proffered limb.  “Okay.”  She slid it upward, wondering how far it would go... and was startled to realize she’d made it all the way to his butt.  “These things are really stretchy.  Ready?”

Neil looked away from his soap-bubble leg, tensing slightly.  “Do it.  Oh!  That...”  He looked back, to see a rainbow-shimmery plane where his leg had been.  “That didn’t feel bad at all.”

“Sure I can’t do your bits?  Get rid of that messy stuff...”

Neil snorted and pulled the band off his leg, relief written across his face as the missing limb reappeared from under it.  “I’m rather attached to those bits.”

“Bah.  You never use it.  You wouldn’t even miss it if it was gone for the day.”  Leah took the band from him, and waggled it at him.

“I would too.  My pants wouldn’t fit right.  Though... they do tend to bind a bit, and I suppose they would be more comfortable...”

Leah blinked.  “Are you serious?”

“I’ll do mine if you do yours.”

“No deal,” said Leah.  “But I’ll let you pop mine if you let me pop yours.”

To her amazement, Neil agreed.  So one band went over his shaft and balls, and the other nestled around Leah’s mons.  When the bubbles popped, they both groaned with pleasure for a moment.  Then they both sighed softly and their gazes met.

Leah grinned.  “This feels weird.  I don’t feel turned on any more.  It all just...”

“Went away,” finished Neil.  “Still willing to spend the day this way?”

“A few hours, anyway.  There was a new art museum I wanted to go to, and it’s feeling a lot more appealing now that ‘day in bed’ is off the table.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

They prepared to face the day, following their usual routine until Neil pulled up his briefs and complained that they didn’t fit right.

Leah giggled.  “Want a pair of my panties?  I’ve got a pair that’d likely fit you.”

Neil stared at her suspiciously.  “Why on earth would you have panties that big?”

“Shower gift.  Your sister has a weird sense of humor.”

“She always did like playing dress-up with me.  Can’t say I was a fan, but... eh, I’ll give it a shot.”

Neil found them remarkably comfortable, blushing as he admitted it.

Leah giggled.  “Purple’s a good colour on you.  You look good.”

“Really?  Because I’d seriously consider getting more of these.”

“My husband, the cross-dresser.  Shall we look for a pretty bra to match?”

Neil stuck out his tongue at her.  “They just comfortable.  That doesn’t mean I want to wear dresses.”

“You sure?  A well-fitted dress feels almost as good as it looks.”

“No thank you.”  Neil tugged on a pair of trousers to hide the panties.  He posed in front of the mirror and frowned.  “Huh.  Doesn’t look much different, really.  A little more symmetric.”

“We should get you some bike shorts and really show off,” giggled Leah.

“What, you’d like to see me in spandex?  Why honeybear, I never knew you had such a fetish.”

Leah smirked.  “Even after three years of marriage there’s lots you don’t know about me, buster.”

“I’ve seen what lurks in the back of your closet,” laughed Neil.  “Why don’t you ever show off the skintight and shiny stuff?”

Leah winced.  “None of it fits any more.  I gained twenty pounds after we got married, and I can’t seem to lose it.”

Neil hugged her tight.  “You look great to me like this.  Maybe we can find you some new stuff.”

“I was hoping for weight-loss magic when we found the stall.  I suppose that’s harder to find.”

“I don’t know…  The rainbow bands can erase lots of weight.”

Leah laughed.  “I guess they could, at that.  Erasing my arms won’t make it any easier to fit those outfits, it won’t change my waistline.  Pity.”

“What, you’d trade your arms away to be thinner?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.  Go get dressed.”

*** *** ***

The art gallery proved fascinating, and they went from there to lunch, then on to another gallery.  Afterward, they saw signs for a street market, and explored it until dinner time without turning up any more magic.

Back home after a lavish dinner out, they returned to the bedroom where the day had started, and stripped.  Leah giggled to see the panties she’d given Neil, and he stared down at them in some surprise.  Slipping them off revealed his crotch, empty but for a rainbow-coloured band surrounding where his wedding tackle should be.  “I cannot believe I forgot about that.”

They both watched worriedly as Neil plucked at the enchanted elastic – it had, after all, been long past the danger point mentioned in the information packet.  A heartbeat after the elastic was removed, “Mr. Happy” was back.  And standing very proud indeed.

“Wow, you must be turned on something fierce,” cooed Leah.

But Neil was already running for the ensuite, chanting, “gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!”

Leah giggled at the cursing she heard from the closed room.  “Troubles, sweetie?”

“If you’ve never tried to pee with a raging hard-on, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Neil started laughing.  “I’d recommend waiting to take yours off until you’re over the toilet.”

Leah blinked, then pulled her panties down.  “Ha!  I forgot, too.  Handy not having to pee until you take it off, though.”

Neil groaned again.  “Not really.”  Running water could be heard for some time, and more cursing about cleaning up the splashes...  

When he finally emerged, Leah grinned.  “Oh goodie, you’re still...”

Neil grunted.  “I know.  It’s like a day’s worth of horniness is all being paid for now.  Your turn.”

When Leah emerged from the ensuite, she flung herself at Neil, showering him with kisses.  “I want you so bad right now.  Right here.  Right now.”

“I...”  Neil looked down at Leah’s sopping bits and shuddered.

Leah rolled her eyes.  “You know what it said about re-using the bands.  We might get stuck like this.”

“We’re not that different... is the risk really that big?” asked Neil, desperately.

“You’re the one that’ll be stuck with an uncontrollable erection...”

Neil whined and called the hotline instead.  By the time he finally got someone who understood what he meant by rainbow steri-bands, the urgency had passed.  He persisted, sharing the insipid hold music with Leah, who joked about what the original composers and songwriters would think to have their tunes so abused.

In the end, Neil sighed.  “An hour on hold, and we get a one word answer.  Figures.”

“Hey, at least we know it would have been safe.  C’mon...”  Leah handed him a blue elastic.  “Please?”

Neil sighed.  “I just want to sleep.”

“Really?  What if I were to wear something skin-tight, shiny, and...”  Leah leaned in close to whisper the last word sultrily in his ear, “sterile.”

Neil raised an eyebrow.  “Do tell.”

Leah picked up a green elastic, and stretched it.  “I was playing with these while you were on the phone.  They’re stretchier than normal hair elastics.”  She was sitting on the bed, and bent her legs to put her feet in reach.  Stretching the elastic wide, she pushed both feet into it, then pulled the elastic up her legs.

Neil stared in surprise as the elastic made it up over her waist.  “Wow.  You’re right, it looks... wait, how far are you going with it?”

Leah had wriggled it up under her breasts, and was busy trying to tuck her arms under the taut elastic.  Once her left arm slipped under the elastic, it snapped up over her breast on that side.  Before long, the elastic was around her neck, and from there down her body was bright green, shiny, and slick.

Leah hopped off the bed and posed for her sweetie.  “What do you think?”

“Just needs a little green facepaint, and you’d be a dead ringer for an Orion slave-girl.”

“That’s a Star Trek thing, right?  You don’t actually want me to play at being a slave?”

Neil held his hands up defensively. “No!  Not... well, not unless you thought it’d be fun.”

“Meh.  I’ll be your free Orion girl anyday, though.  I’ll find some facepaint that matches.  Tomorrow, on my day off.  But for now... am I sterile enough for you?”

Neil’s huge grin and bear-hug were more than enough answer.  But when Leah slipped him a little tongue while kissing he pulled back in alarm.

Leah grimaced.  “Do I have to sterilize my mouth, too?”  She tugged at the elastic at her neck, and saw how Neil’s gaze followed her fingers.  “Really?”

“I’d... like to try it.  Just for a bit?”

“Eh, in for a penny...”  Leah tugged the elastic up higher, the green latex following over her chin and lips.  She tucked the elastic over her ears to keep it in place.  Then she tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Neil’s eyes widened.  “You can’t speak like that?  Can you breathe through your mouth at all?”

Leah tried, and shook her head.  She put a hand to the elastic, then took an experimental breath through her nose.  A quick snort of air showed that she was still fine.

“Okay.  This is weird, seeing a particoloured face.  Are you sure you’re okay?” asked Neil, worriedly.

Leah leaned in for another kiss.  Neil brushed his lips chastely against her slick ones, then grinned.  “I like it.”

Leah wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a fierce tongue-tangling kiss.  Neil’s squirms at the beginning of the kiss quickly turned into eager responsiveness instead.  The kiss went on and on until it left Neil panting for breath.

Pulling back, Neil’s eyes widened in alarm.  “Your nose!”  During the kiss, the elastic had snapped higher, covering Leah’s entire face.  When she opened her eyes, her eyeballs were the same green latex-like substance as the rest of her.  “Good grief, can you even see?”

Leah shrugged, then waggled her hand in a so-so gesture.

“Can you breathe?”

Leah’s chest rose and fell, and her face creased in puzzlement.  She held a hand up in front of her face, breathed again, and looked even more puzzled.  She tugged the elastic down from the roots of her hair, exposing her face.  “Woah, trippy.  I don’t know where the air was coming from, but I could breathe just fine.”

“And seeing?”

“Blurry, but usable.”  Leah slipped the elastic back up to her hairline, and went in for another kiss.  Neil grinned, and reciprocated.

Before long, Neil dug out one of the purple elastics, and pulled it over his legs.  Leah hopped out of bed and helped him pull it up over his hips.  Then she pushed him down onto the bed.

Neil tumbled backward with a grin.  “What do you have in...  What?”

Leah positioned her head at Neil’s waist, then pivoted around to put her groin above his face.  Her soft latexy lips felt glorious, and Neil moaned... but did not complain in the slightest when a green latex pussy was shoved against his lips.  Instead he put his mouth to much better use.

It was a very long time before either was ready to sleep.

Cuddled together in the afterglow Leah asked, “So you have a latex fetish?  That’s the only explanation for this weekend.”

Neil snorted.  “It’s not a fetish.  It’s more like an anti-fetish, negating my... issues with the sloppiness of sex.”

“But still... if I’m wearing a strategically placed steri-band, you’re up for a romp in the sheets?”

“Or anywhere else.”

Leah grinned at him in the dark.  “These things are awesome.  I’m going to wear mine forever.”