“In a jar?  Why the hell would you do that?” demanded Will.

Bernard shrugged.  “So they don’t change back.  They’d be stuck as condoms until we let them out and use the sheet on them.”

“That’s crazy.  Why would you even consider it?”

Bernard rolled to his side, and studied Will’s delicate curves.  He traced a finger from her shoulder to the hollow of her neck, then down between her lovely breasts.  “So it can be just the two of us, all weekend.”

Will shuddered at the touch, moaning softly.  “How can something so wrong be so tempting.”

“Hey, we didn’t force them to become condoms.”  Bernard cupped a breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened.  “They did that willingly.  After we made it clear that condoms can’t be girlfriends.  Once Sandy changes back...”

Will ducked her head to nip at the side of Bernard’s neck.  “Sandy’s very open minded.  I’m not sure having one of her boyfriends turn into a girl to seduce an old flame was what she meant by ‘open relationship’... but you saw how she reacted.  She’d jump in bed with us if Traci was okay with it.”

Bernard shuddered at Will’s assault.  “I’ll just put Traci in the jar, then.”  He rolled to get out of bed, but was pulled back by Will.

“Who said you could leave?”

“But she’ll change back...” protested Bernard.

Will giggled.  “So?  Do you really think she’ll object?”

Bernard snorted.  “She’d probably volunteer to go male to balance things out again.  Or to get stuck as a toy.  Probably the latter.”

“See?  No reason to leave me all lonely.”

*** *** ***

While Bernard was making a late lunch for the two of them, Will cleaned out the condoms that had once been girls.  A squeal from Will marked the start of their transformation, and she carried the growing toys into the kitchen to show to Bernard.  “They’re changing back!”

Bernard peered at the slim cylinders carefully.  “I think the one on the right is Traci.  I could tie a string around her to stop her...”

“No!  Wait, would that work when they are dolls?”

Bernard nodded.  “Belt works better, but just about anything that blocks the change will do.”  He watched the growth for long enough to judge the rate, then turned back to the stove.  “We’re going to need a bigger lunch.”

Will cheered.

Bernard plated lunch for himself and Will, and as they ate they watched the toys grow into dolls.  “I think I can tell them apart now,” claimed Bernard as Will cleared the plates.

“If you want to stop Traci’s change, I guess it’s your call,” Will offered uncertainly.

“Nah.  We can at least wait until they can speak for themselves.”

Before Traci could speak, she pointed at Bernard’s belt.  A little bit of charades got it tied around her waist, stopping her change.  She grinned her thanks to Bernard.

Sandy gasped in her first breath in hours, then squeaked when she tried to talk.  A minute later she tried again.  “Are you going to leave her like that?”

“Hey, she wanted it.  You could stay shiny if you wanted.”

Sandy squeaked a finger over her latex skin experimentally.  “I think...”