Will stared up into Bernard’s eyes.  Looking up at his longtime friend was a new experience, and it made his heart beat oddly.  He’d been infatuated with Bernard for years, and Bernard had never shown the slightest sign of reciprocation.  The occasional glimpse of sympathy, sure.  The look he was getting now was entirely new.

Will was afraid to look away, that if the moment passed, it would be gone forever.

And then two naked women walked into the room, and Bernard’s gaze was drawn to them instead.  Will sighed softly, and followed suit.

“Thought that’d get your attention,” giggled Traci.  “And now, on the small stage, you get to watch two women transform into fucktoys for your pleasure.  Or condoms, if I get this right.”

Traci spread the embroidered sheet over the couch, and then took Sandy’s hand.  They sat down on it together, and after a few moments their figures started to get curvier.  Waists narrowed, hips and chests blossomed.  Soon after, their skins acquired a glossy sheen.  Sandy moaned softly, “You didn’t say it felt this good!”

“Oh, sister, this is only the beginning.  Grab the edge like I said, now, while we still can.”

Traci and Sandy pulled the ends of the magic sheet around themselves.  They snuggled together tightly, shiny skin squeaking on skin as the changes continued.  Hands became mitts, and the sheet slithered partway off their bodies.  But it covered enough to start the next phase - limbs began to dwindle, and as the two girls shrank away into erotic objects, the sheet crumpled over them.

Will watched, open-mouthed, as the crumpled sheet continued to dwindle.   It only stopped when it was lying flat on the couch.  “Holy...”

Bernard strode over to the couch, and spread the sheet out once more.  Two wisps of latex lay in the middle of the sheet.  “And then there were two.”  Bernard picked up the condoms, and grinned.  “Identical.  No way to tell which is which.  I guess that means we need to use them both.”

“Use them?” asked Will weakly.  “I...  Are you...”  He started to hyperventilate, and felt dizzy.  Bernard’s steadying hand only made matters worse.

Bernard guided Will to the couch.  “Sit.  You’ll feel better in a minute.  Or at least look better.”

Will’s breathing slowed, but the tingling of Bernard’s touch was getting even stronger.  He ventured a wan smile, and Bernard tugged on his hand once more, effortlessly scooping him off the couch.

Bernard spun Will around to face the hall mirror.  There, beside Bernard, was a pretty girl in Sandy’s dress.