“What.”  Will stared at his reflection.  It was one thing to shrink and let his hair down.  And adding the dress had been received well.  But now, under the dress and ill-fitting clothes was clearly a woman.  Not only a woman, but one with exaggerated curves.  Exactly the same exaggerated curves he’d just seen minutes ago before Traci and Sandy vanished away.

“What the hell have you done to me?”

Bernard’s grin vanished at Will’s accusing tone.  “The sheet... it turns you into a female doll.  So it turns you female first.  After the way you looked at me... the way you looked, period.  I had to see.”

“Had to see what?”  Will’s tone was less accusatory.

“Whether or not you turn me on like this.”

“Oh.”

Silence fell then, with both of them staring into the mirror.  Eventually Will sighed.  “I do look cute.  How long does this last?”

Bernard winced.  “Most of a day.”

“A day!” shrieked Will.  “But then it’ll become permanent!”

“Yeah, it’s about fifty-fifty whether you change back, and even if you do there’s a good chance you don’t get all the way back.”

Will started crying.  “I’m stuck as a tiny girl?”  He got an offended look on his face when Bernard laughed, but the hug that followed made something inside melt.

Bernard shushed Will softly, and brushed a tear from his cheek.  “Not at all.  The shrinking’s temporary.”

“That’s not...”

Bernard put a finger on Will’s lips to interrupt him.  “The sheet is reversible.  You know this is true, Traci has been stuck as every kind of doll, and come back.  She loves to spend days deflated in my drawer and waiting for me to come home and use her.  Her favourite thing is changing back to human, and not knowing if she’ll relapse or not.  It takes hours that way.  So fun.”

Will looked puzzled.  “Fun?  You like your women helpless and immobile?”

Bernard nodded.  “I love it when they end up that way, shiny and soft and so, so beautiful.  Don’t tell Traci, but my real favourite is when they’re still mobile, and able to speak in a squeaky voice.  Perfection.”

“And you’re going to try to talk me into becoming this sort of perfection?  You think my need for you is so overwhelming that I’ll let you?” asked Will.

“I’d be perfectly happy to do you as you are right now,” said Bernard with a disarming grin.  “I think there are a couple of condoms that’d love to be part of that...”