“What about Traci?” asked Bernard.

Traci grinned, and held up her hands to trace the outline of a small box.  Bernard chuckled.  “Into the Barbie box?”

Traci then pointed at the bedroom, and smirked.

“And you want to be put where you can watch.  I think we can accommodate...  Will, could you give Traci the bracer?  Unless you wanted to try the box on for size?”

“You’re going to put her in a box?” demanded Sandy.

“Traci loves being a doll, and being on the inside of a genuine Barbie box in particular,” replied Bernard with a shrug.

“Hmf.  Maybe we should put you in the box.”  Sandy scooped up the shrinker and aimed it at Bernard.

Traci nodded eagerly, so Sandy fired, shrinking Bernard to child-size.  While Bernard was glowering up at her, Traci accepted the bracer from Will, and slipped it on.  Then she snuggled Bernard up in a body-enveloping hug that softened his mood.

When Traci gestured to the shrinker again, she gave Sandy a wink.  Sandy shrugged, and shrunk Traci once more.  When Traci unfolded from around Bernard, he squeaked in surprise.  “I’m tiny!  How’d you do that?”

Traci held up the bracer, then wrapped him up in a hug again.  Bernard protested squeakily, but didn’t make a determined effort to squirm free.  “How small are you going to make us?”

Traci held her hands about six inches apart.

Sandy giggled.  “Is it safe to make you that small?”

Bernard grudgingly conceded that it was.  Sandy took that as permission, and soon the two were dwindling further under repeated zaps from the shrinker.  Sandy set it aside when Traci was hand-sized, and crouched down to put her face close to the diminished duo.  “Oh my God you two are so cute.  Can I hold you?”

Traci nodded eagerly, and kept her arms around Bernard.  Bernard tucked his face in against Traci’s chest when the giant hand scooped them up, giving up on trying to look brave.  Sandy noticed this and smirked.  “Am I too much woman for you, Bernie?”

Bernard looked up at her with a determined glint in his eye.  He shook his head.

Sandy studied him critically.  “I think you’d be a bit too small to use as a dildo, though.  Pity.”  She noticed the direction Bernard’s gaze had been drawn, and looked down at her overinflated chest.  “Oooh, that would be fun.  Here’s the deal.  You two, between my boobs, while Will shows me what he learned by being a girl.”

Traci and Bernard both nodded eagerly.

*** *** ***

Sandy lay panting on the bed.  “Ok.  You can stay like that as long as you like.”

Traci gave her a thumbs up, making Sandy giggle.  “You liked being a breast-topper while we had fun?”

Will giggled playfully.  “I think I can top that.”  She crawled up Sandy’s body, then pressed her breasts to her girlfriends’, trapping the tiny duo.  “Squirm, little worms!  Oooh, that feels good.”

Will ground her breasts against her sweetie’s, and then suddenly the motion between them stopped.  Bernard and Traci appeared beside them, both full size.  Bernard was looking more than a little wild-eyed.

“What?” asked Will.

“You nearly crushed me!” protested Bernard.  “Traci’s all rubbery and can take that, but I can’t.”

Sandy cursed.  “Are you okay?”

Bernard flexed his arms and legs experimentally, wincing once.  “Nothing broken, but my leg got caught and twisted.  It’ll be fine in a bit.”

“Was it at least fun up until that point?” asked Will softly.  “I thought it’d be...”

Bernard patted Will’s shoulder.  “It’s fine.  If I’d been rubbery, I’d still be in there, having fun.”

“Have you been rubbery before?” asked Sandy.  “Doesn’t that mean you’d have to be a girl?”

“Yes,” conceded Bernard.  “And yes.  Traci was very determined to share the doll experience.”

Traci grinned, and kissed him on the cheek.

“And?” asked Sandy.

Bernard shrugged.  “It’s... weird.  Fun, but disturbing?  Traci and I swapped genders one evening, and both decided we liked it better the other way around.”   Traci nodded along with him.

“Huh.  Will?”

Will shrugged.  “I don’t feel that way.  This feels amazing.  I liked being a guy, but this is so much better.  And not just because Bernard’s willing to have sex with me like this.”

“So...” Sandy drew out the question, looking at Will for the answer.

Will smiled at Sandy.  “Yes.  I’m going to stay like this.  Stay female.  Well, mostly.  You make being a doll sound pretty fun, so I’ll probably explore that.”  Will glanced over at Bernard, her smile growing into a smirk.  “Think you can handle three live-in dolls?”

Bernard grinned back.  “I’m up for the challenge.  I might keep some of this beefiness, it seems to have helped my stamina.”

“I don’t think any of us will object.”

Traci grabbed a notepad that was sitting by the couch for just such situations.  She wrote a note and handed it to Will.

“What about my job?” read Will.

“Ah Traci, ever the practical one,” chuckled Bernard.  “Even when she’s an airhead, she’s cleverer than I am.”

Traci grinned at Bernard and gave him a peck on the cheek.  Then she looked to Will for his answer.

“I’m in marketing, running a little consulting outfit.”  Will took Sandy’s hand and pulled her close.  “You’re looking at the entire staff.  It’s project to project, so showing up to pitch female would...  Hm.  I’ve been selling myself so long, I don’t know...”

“What about Connie’s offer?” asked Sandy.  “You were tempted.”

Will laughed for a moment, then her look grew serious.  “Wasn’t quite walk away money, but...  Definitely enough to find something else.  It’d buy me time to reinvent myself.  Where’d my phone get to?”

They dug through the pile of discarded clothes and soon found Will’s phone.  It was nearly out of charge, so Bernard loaned Will a charging cable.  A few texts later the phone rang, and Will stared at it.  “Uh...”

“Just answer.”

Will steeled herself and picked up the phone.  “Hi Connie, thanks for getting back to me.”  A pause.  “It is Will, ah... I’ve become a girl.  Magic.  You know how it is.  Thing is, I’ve decided I like it, and I want to stay this way.  That’s why I’m open to...  You want to what?  Uh... I’m kind of short on clothes, I need to...  What?  That sounds...  Okay, I’ll be there.”

Will stared at the phone in silence for a minute.

“Well?” asked Sandy.  “What’d she say?”

“She wants to meet ‘Willa’.  And buy her a new wardrobe.”

Sandy clapped her hands eagerly.  “Oh!  That’s great, she’s got a fantastic eye for style.  You’ll be beautiful.  Even more beautiful.”

“Yes, but...  What am I going to wear?”

“We’ll raid Traci’s closet.”

“I’m still six foot two.  I don’t think anything will fit.”

“We’ll raid Bernard’s closet.  Then do a pre-shop.  How much time do we have?”

“An hour.”

Sandy grabbed Willa’s hand and dragged her toward the bedroom.  “Then we have to get going now!”

Bernard tagged along behind, offering suggestions on what he might have that would fit.  They soon settled on some stretchy jogging pants and a old Rolling Stones concert T-shirt that stretched obscenely over Willa’s breasts.  

“Hey Traci?” called Sandy.  “Can I keep this cincher for a while?  I want to try this look out for a while.  And see what Connie says about it.”

Traci gave her a thumbs-up, and soon Willa and Sandy had bustled out the door.

“Well,” said Bernard.  “That’s not how I figured this would go.  Now what?”

Traci held out the bracer, with a pleading look on her face.

“You want to shrink me, do you?  That didn’t work so well last time...” fretted Bernard.

Traci squeezed a hand around his arm.  The force she could apply was minimal, and Bernard started to grin.  “Oh!  Clever dolly.”

Bernard slipped the armband on, and soon Traci towered over him.  She set the shrinker down, scooped him up, and grinned even wider.  Bernard’s eyes were glued to her chest, so she tucked him in between them and used them to squeeze him tight.  A hand soon emerged from the canyon, thumb up.

Traci bounced happily toward the bedroom, keeping Bernard secure in his rubbery prison.