Rachel smirked when she saw Tara return to the apartment wearing shiny blue leggings.  “You changed her again?”

Tara pulled out an ID card and waved it at Rachel.  “The card cost extra, but I love it.”

Rachel hopped off the couch and strode over to Tara.  She accepted the card and got a confused look as she scanned it.  “They reissued Sasha’s ID with a picture of leggings on it?  What the heck?”

“Check the back.”

Rachel flipped it over.  “Registered property of Tara Stark... holy crap.  You own her?”

Tara took the card back and tucked it in her purse, grinning broadly the whole time.  “Until she finds a job or formally requests revocation.  Which she can’t do when she’s not human.”

“Change her back,” stated Rachel, flatly.

“What?  Why?  I just told you, I don’t have to.”

“The DME may be fine with it.  Your conscience, on the other hand...”

“Is also fine with it,” stated Tara confidently.  “She signed off on this.”

Rachel stomped her foot.  “Damn it, that’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“Look, just let me hear it from her, then you can go as crazy as you like.”

Tara sighed as she dug the ball out of her purse.  “Promise on that crazy bit?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tara slapped the ball against her thigh, and it turned from grey to green as her leggings started to turn pink.  The leggings slithered off and soon Sasha was pooled at her feet, gazing upward with an adoring expression.  Tara grinned back down at her.  “Sorry, Sasha.  Time to be human again.”

Sasha gave herself a shake at the invocation of her name, then stood up unsteadily.  “Wasn’t expecting to be human so soon, got myself deep into thing-mind.  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  Rachel is trying to be my Jiminy Cricket about keeping you as clothing.”

Sasha looked to the other woman, puzzlement all over her face.  “Why?”

“Because I don’t get it.  Why would you give up on being human?”

“Who says I’ve given up?” said Sasha.  “Tara will miss me, and change me back now and then.  Or just forget to plug the meter and I’ll revert on my own.  That one seems the most likely.”

Tara blushed.  “Probably.  I’m going to end up streaking the gym one day when you change back mid-class.”

Sasha bounced on her feet, grinning. “See?  That’ll be a hoot.”  She looked around the apartment.  “Plus she’ll miss my cleaning habits before long.  You guys need a maid, at least one day a week.”

Tara held out her hand.  “Deal.”

Sasha shook it, then bustled into the kitchen to start cleaning.

“Wait, what?” protested Rachel.  “You’re okay with being human one day a week at Tara’s whim?”

“Um, yes?  No expenses, no crappy job, and I get to spend the bulk of my time snuggled up against those sexy, muscular legs.”  Sasha leered at Tara and growled playfully.

Rachel looked Tara over and a half-smirk grew on her face.  “Okay, she has a point about the muscles.”

“You too?” groused Tara.  “Everyone seems to drool over them, and I just don’t get the attraction.”

“You don’t have to get it to appreciate the attention,” called Sasha cheerfully.

Tara looked back and forth between the two women.  “But I’m not...”

“Gay,” finished Rachel and Sasha together.  “We know.”

“The lady doth protest too much,” added Sasha.  “Seriously, spend the night as panties around Rachel’s hips, see if that changes your mind.”

Rachel snickered.  “Is that why you turned her into a bra?”

“It was just for fun.  I noticed she looked at breasts differently for a while.”

Tara blushed.  “I still do.  The whole ‘good bra’ routine really got to me.”

“Is that why you keep calling me good leggings?  It turns me to mush every time.  I forget my name the moment you do it, and it’s just... gone, until you take me off.  Sometimes not even then.”

Rachel was staring at Sasha.  “And you like that?”

Sasha nodded eagerly.  “Once you’re a thing, you can either fight it, or just roll with it.  Really hard to fight when you’re being worn and used for your purpose.  So much nicer to just go with the flow.”

“I just don’t get it...” said Rachel shaking her head.

Sasha glanced to Tara with a wicked grin.  “You know you want to.”

Tara started squeezing the stress ball.  “She did say I could go crazy after I restored you.  Right Rachel?”

“Uh...  What are you going to do?”  Rachel eyed the glowing ball warily.

“I was thinking a crop-top might be nice.”

Rachel licked her lips, and turned a questioning glance to Sasha, who nodded at her eagerly.  “You won’t regret it.”

“Okay,” whispered Rachel, and a moment later the orb hit her chest.  She watched the glow engulf her body.  “Ooh, it feels nice...” she purred as her legs shrunk, carrying her toward the floor.  She held up one hand to study it just before it collapsed into a sleeve.  “Woah...”

Her head melted away into the collar of the bright yellow crop-top, and Rachel fell silent.

Tara crouched down to brush her fingers over Rachel’s fabric.  “Ooh, what a pretty top you make.  Don’t fight this, it won’t be long.  Just a few hours.”

Tara shucked off her top, then slithered Rachel on.  She flexed to show her off, and that made Sasha cheer and clap, so Tara went through some katas followed by some body-builder poses that made both of them giggle.  “Think my pretty new top liked that?”

Sasha purred.  “Wanna be your leggings again so bad.”

“You’ll have to take turns.  Assuming Rach ever lets me do this to her again.”

Sasha picked up the stress ball from where it had landed and tossed it to Tara.  “Who says she has to let you?  Surprising people with changes is half the fun.”

Tara mulled that over as she rolled the ball in her hands.  “I think I prefer to see people’s faces.  Surprise, shock, wonder...”  She giggled at Sasha’s expression.  “Yeah, exactly like that.”

“I made very good leggings.”

“The best.  And you will be again.  Once I change Rachel back.  Or... how about after dinner for three?”

Sasha nodded.  “You know, if you took Candy up on that permanent change thing, you could wear both of us at once.”

“You’d really let me do that?” gasped Tara.  “You’d be really stuck.”

“You could make me human with the ball.  And when time ran out... poof, back to leggings.”

Tara mused on that for a time.  “We’ll see.  I really like turning people into things.  Much more so than the other way around.”

“But you’d get to transform me permanently.  I remember how you sounded that night, when you thought you were doing just that.”

Tara groaned.  “Damn it.  Okay, we’ll go talk to them again.”

Sasha hummed happily to herself as she returned to her work in the kitchen.  “Could you be a dear and gather up all the laundry lying about?  A day isn’t going to be enough to catch up.”

Tara chuckled warmly, and started to gather up the various bits of exercise clothing she and Rachel had left out.  “I missed all the cleaning you do.”

Sasha smiled.  “Oh, so you did notice.”

“More than I said, yeah.  Sorry.  I did try to help, but I’m just not in the habit.”

Tara dumped an armload of laundry into the machine, eyed the contents critically, then headed toward her bedroom for more.  She picked up enough there to finish the load, and started it.  “It doesn’t really take that much work.”

“Except the dusting.  You’re weeks behind on it.”

Tara sighed and accepted the dusting cloth Sasha was holding out.  “Slave driver.”

Sasha giggled.  “You own me.  I’d do it if you asked.”

“I’d rather you made dinner, you cook way better than either me or Rachel.”

“So it’s my cleaning and cooking skills that’ll earn me humanity from time to time?”

Tara reached around Sasha to dust the lights in the kitchen.  “I know that sounds terrible, but I could just keep you as leggings.”

Sasha stole a quick hug, but backed off when Tara wriggled out of it.  “Are you feeling guilty about tricking me into signing my life away?”

“A little?  I mean, you seemed pretty keen, and you literally just offered to let me transform you permanently.”  Tara retreated to the common room, and started dusting things there.

“I get to snuggle you all the time when I’m your leggings.  That’s a pretty big plus, since you won’t let me cuddle when I’m human.”

Tara stopped still, and slowly turned to face Sasha.  “Is that really what this is about?  Your crush on me?”

Sasha turned away, then pulled out a couple of pots and put them on the stove.  She started working on dinner, and didn’t speak up again.

Tara finished dusting the common room, then guilt drove her to continue through the bedrooms as well, even Rachel’s.  Then she got out the vacuum, and started on the floors.  That didn’t take long, and when she put the vacuum away she caught Sasha’s smiling gaze.  “What?”

“Thanks.  For a lot of things.  C’mon, dinner’s nearly ready.  I bet Rachel enjoyed your little workout.”

Tara glanced down at her top.  “Oh wow.  Rachel.  I can’t believe I forgot about her.”  She grabbed the ball and slapped it against her top.

As the top wriggled free of Tara, Sasha giggled.  “Do you forget about me when you’re wearing your best leggings?”

Tara set her swiftly humanizing friend on one of the stools, standing behind her to help her balance.  “I forget about the clothes I’m wearing all the time.  I get busy at work, and it’s all about the class.  Sorry, is that bad?”

Sasha shook her head.  “No!  You remember what being worn is like, right?”

Rachel and Tara nodded.  “Hey, Rachel, you back with us?” asked Tara.

“Kinda.  Maybe.  That was so weird, I forgot I was human.  I guess it makes sense that you’d forget, too.”

Tara patted Rachel on the shoulder, then moved to the end of the counter where Sasha had set out a third plate.  “You were a very comfy top.”

Rachel wriggled.  “That still feels so...  Damn it.”  She looked over to Sasha.  “You’ve spent weeks like that.  Does that make it better or worse?”

“Yes,” said Sasha with a straight face.  Then she giggled at Rachel’s dirty look.  “It really does do both.  Letting yourself really just become the clothing is so relaxing, so freeing.  It gets harder and harder to remember being anything else.  It’s like the ultimate vacation.”

Rachel snickered, then covered her mouth.  “Vacation in the panty drawer.  That shouldn’t sound so attractive, damn it.”

“Mmm.  I could use a swimsuit when it gets warmer,” mused Tara.

“Sounds good to me,” cheered Sasha.

“You’d be happy being anything Tara wears,” groused Rachel.

Sasha nodded eagerly.  “Yep.  Snuggled up against her skin is the best place on earth.”

Rachel nodded back, but more slowly.  “Spending a few hours as her top... yeah, I can see it.  I don’t get the ‘throw your life away’ part, though.  It’s lovely as a break from humanity, but... the vacation thing is exactly it.  I’d love to spend a vacation on her, but then I want to be human again.  It’s fun, but there’s no struggle in it.  Nothing to push against, no way to excel.”

“I make excellent leggings,” protested Sasha.

“But you don’t have to work at it.  You can’t do anything to get better, to reach higher, to go faster.”

Sasha shrugged.  “I’m not that sort of person.  I’ve spent years going in circles, and I’m just... tired of it all.  I don’t want to seek, to strive.  Yielding is good.  Soft and stretchy and loved...”

Both of them turned to Tara then.  She nodded at Rachel.  “I definitely feel like she does.  Possibly more so.  Helplessness sucks.  But that doesn’t bother you, Sasha?”

Sasha shook her head.  “No.  Especially not when it’s you.”  She turned back to the stove, and started plating up dinner, then brought the plates to the counter.  “Enjoy.”

Tara leaned over her plate to sniff at it.  “Oh yeah.  You didn’t even go shopping, how on earth did you make this so amazing?”

“We have a drawer full of spices.  So I added a little of this, a little of that.”

Rachel had already taken a few bites.  “It’s delicious.”   Then she smirked at a thought.  “Seasoned with love.”

Sasha nodded.  Tara stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth.  “Really?”

“Oh Tara.  Do you really need to ask?”

Tara put her fork down.  “I think I really should.  Do you love me?”

“With every fiber of my being.”  Sasha smiled.  “Even more so when my being is nothing but fibers.  I wouldn’t have signed my life into your care if I didn’t love you, and believe it was reciprocated.”

Tara closed her eyes.  “I... care about you deeply.  But that gets all tangled up in...”

“The whole ‘not gay’ thing.  But you are.  I can see it in your eyes, I could feel it when we kissed.  Guys do nothing for you, but women turn you on.”

Tara lowered her head, and started eating again.  The food was wonderful, and the others soon followed suit, until every morsel was gone.

“That was lovely,” said Tara, looking directly at Sasha.  “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Sasha started to gather up the dishes, while Rachel studied Tara.  “She has a point.  I’ve seen who you check out at the gym, and it’s not the guys.  Short, cute and curvy seems to be your type.  Sasha, give us a little wiggle, let’s see if Tara can keep her eyes off of you.”

Sasha giggled and added a significant amount of extra bounce to her movements in the kitchen.  Tara watched avidly.  “Okay, fine.  Yes.  Curves are good.  Bouncy boobs are especially so.”

Rachel picked up the magic stress ball, and rolled it around in her hand.  “This could give me exactly the sort of body you like, yes?”

“I don’t...” Tara started to protest.  “You don’t need to do that.”

“Oh really?” asked Rachel.  “Why not?  I’m reliably informed that muscles do nothing for you, so soft and squishy like Sasha there...  You wouldn’t like to see us dance as twins, like you two did?”

Tara tried very hard to dispel that mental image, and failed.  Watching the two of them dance would be...  Her cheeks burned.  “Why are you doing this?”

“You’re not just blushing, you’re pointy.  What would you do with the two of us, hmm?”

Tara’s face went cold, and she shook her head vigorously.  “No!”

Rachel frowned, studying Tara.  “And you lost it all.  Talk to me.  Please?”

“It’s just... the idea of licking, there, where you pee...”  Tara shuddered and dropped her gaze to the very interesting counter in front of her.  “Ick.”

“Oh!  Well, that’s easy enough to deal with,” Rachel laughed.

Tara’s head snapped up to glare at Rachel.  “It’s not funny!”

“But it is!  God, Tara, do you think I’d care if you refused to eat me out?  There are so many other things we can do.”

Tara stared at her in confusion.  “But I...  I never thought...”

“For starters, there are dental dams.  Hygienic, but the taste leaves something to be desired.  Fingers can work very well indeed.”

“But that’s just like masturbating,” protested Tara.

Rachel smirked.  “Nope.  It’s someone else doing it.  Just like tickling, it’s totally different when it’s not your touch.”

“Or,” added Sasha from her spot in front of the sink, “You could turn her into panties.  I heard what you did with just regular magic panties.  Imagine if you did that to her, how much better it would be if it was someone you loved down there...”

Tara squeaked, eyes wide and bright, unable to speak.

Rachel purred, “You’d like that.  But I can go one better.”  She held up the ball and gave it a squeeze to start it glowing.  “I could turn Sasha there into a double-ended dildo, and really go to town.”

The pot Sasha was washing clattered to the floor, and she stared at Rachel.  Her breathing grew ragged, sounding not unlike an asthmatic teakettle.

“Oooh, I know what we’re doing tonight.”  Rachel flicked the ball at Sasha, who made no effort at all to dodge.

Sasha’s grin grew shiny and pink as her body started to dwindle.

Tara stared at Sasha’s diminishment.  “Oh... fuck me.  That is so hot.”

Rachel smugly sashayed around the counter and scooped the still-dwindling Sasha up in both hands.  “I intend to fuck you both senseless.  And see?”  She held up one end, where Sasha’s smiling face was still impressed into the glistening, translucent pinkness.  “She’s eager too.”

Rachel wiggled her hips at Tara, and smirked as the other woman followed behind her as if transfixed.  When they reached Tara’s bedroom, a gentle shove sent Tara tumbling to her bed.  Rachel prowled forward, then held out the toy.  “Give it a kiss.”

Tara looked at her like she was crazy, but Rachel wiggled it closer, the tip with Sasha’s smiling face dancing in front of her face.  “If not for yourself, do it for Sasha.”

Tara levered herself up on the bed just enough to brush her lips against the tip of the bright pink toy.  Rachel gave it a quick shove as she did so, and the bulbous tip ended up inside her mouth.  Tara spat it out again, yelping in surprise.  “What was that for?”

“You’ve wanted to kiss her for ages.  Do it right, give her a little something fun before we get started.”

“I suppose it didn’t taste bad...”  Tara eyed Rachel suspiciously, then opened her lips and slowly teased the toy inside.

Rachel watched in growing surprise as more and more of the toy vanished.  “How on earth...”

Tara tilted her head back and even more of the toy disappeared.  Rachel tugged it back before she lost her grip on it, and it emerged from Tara’s mouth with a wet pop.  Tara smirked up at her.  “Got into sword swallowing a few summers back.”

“Damn, girl.  Now I wish I had a cock, to see what you could do with it.”

Tara chuckled low and throatily.  “If the ball can give me Sasha’s body, I’m sure it can give you that.”

Rachel’s eyes went even wider.  “And you’d be okay with that?”

Tara closed her eyes to consider it.  She visualized Rachel turning male and made a face.  “Turning you into a guy is ick.”

Rachel wriggled out of her top while Tara was distracted.  “What about just changing that one bit?  Imagine something smooth and silky like the toy.”  Her jogging pants and panties joined the heap on the floor.

Tara licked her lips slowly.  “Maybe.  I think I’d have to see...”  She opened her eyes and saw Rachel standing before her naked.  “Oh.”

Rachel smiled down at her.  “See something you like?”

“I’ve seen you in the showers before.  This is...”

Rachel crawled onto the bed to kneel beside Tara.  “If I go too far, stop me.”

The toy came out again then, its tip teasing from Tara’s lips down over her throat, her shoulder, her breast.  The slickness against her nipple made her gasp, and Rachel smiled.  She leaned in to gently nuzzle and lick at Tara’s other breast, drawing out several soft moans.

Rachel pulled back to look up at Tara.  “Still with me?”

Tara tried to form words, but the startling revelation that someone else’s touch could bring so much pleasure was making coherence difficult.  She nodded, then slumped back to the bed as Rachel resumed her ministrations.

The feel of Rachel’s lips and tongue kept Tara so distracted that she did not notice her panties being deftly removed.  Then suddenly the toy was nuzzling against her nethers.  She gasped and squirmed, wriggling away from the touch.

Rachel pulled back, pouting.  “No?”

Tara slumped back to the bed and moaned.  “Surprised.”

“That was the point...”

“Not all surprises are good.”

Rachel nodded slowly.  Then she held up the toy where Tara could see it, and lowered the tip to her breast.  A stroke there got Tara cooing softly.  Trailing the tip slowly and sinuously down her body left Tara squirming and gasping once more.  Rachel teased it down the outside of Tara’s thighs, then snaked it gently up between them, all to encouraging, happy noises from Tara.

Just as the tip reached the top of Tara’s thighs, the toy squirmed out of Rachel’s hands and a moment later Sasha was lying where it had been, with her face in Tara’s crotch.  She kissed Tara’s mound softly, avoiding the most sensitive part, and then rolled aside.

Tara started to giggle, and the others soon joined in.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t room in Tara’s queen sized bed for three, and after a moment Sasha tumbled off the side.

“Are you okay?” called Tara, leaning over the side of the bed to offer Sasha a hand.

Sasha nodded and accepted the hand, using it to lever herself up to standing.  “How about you?”

Tara looked from Sasha to Rachel.  “I...”  She bit her lip, blushing.

“Oooh, this is good.  Tell us, we’ll do it.”

“You don’t even know what I’m thinking!” protested Tara, trying her hardest to drive away the thought of Sasha and Rachel...

“If it makes you smile like that, I’ll do it.  Joyfully.”

“Are... are you two attracted to each other?” asked Tara softly.

Sasha looked guiltily over at Rachel.  “She’s almost as muscular as you.  Hell yes.  Rachel?”

“You are the sexiest short-stack I know.  Also yes.  But I wasn’t going to do anything about it, because...”  Rachel looked to Tara.  “Didn’t know how you’d take it.  You’ve bitched about Sasha’s casual flings before.”

Tara considered that.  Sasha’s careless bouncing from lover to lover had long bothered her.  Putting her finger on why...  She shook her head.  “There should be more.  Is Rachel just a fling to you?”

“Less than most?” offered Sasha uncertainly.  “We haven’t... yet.  I’d like to.”

Tara hopped out of the bed and started to pace.  “It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” protested Rachel.  “I have no objection to casual sex either.  I just don’t want to hurt Tara by throwing my flings in her face.”

“I never!” protested Sasha.  “I mean, yeah, I took them home...”

“And the walls are very thin,” added Tara dryly, thinking back to all the sessions she’d heard.  Her cheeks pinkened.  “You’re very... appreciative.”

Sasha giggled.  “Sorry.  I guess that’s an upside to turning me into things.  I’m quieter.”

Tara smirked at the idea.  “You’d probably love being panties while we...”  Her mind locked up at the image.

Sasha nodded eagerly, and dashed out of the room.  She returned with the magic stress ball, and offered it to Tara.  “Anything that makes it work.”

Tara closed Sasha’s hand around the ball, and squeezed it until the ball started to glow warmly.  “Not you.  Me.”

Sasha stared at Tara as if she’d grown two heads.  “But you hate being helpless.”

“I hate how my mind is keeping me away from you two even more.  And you thought that turning me into panties...”

“Are you serious?  This is bright enough to keep you helpless until morning.”

Tara nodded firmly.  “Perfect.  I don’t want to be stuck, I want to...”

“Be fucked,” completed Rachel with a snicker.  “Crotchless panties, made to be worn while others have their fun.”

Tara shuddered.  “That might be too close.”

Sasha moved closer to Tara, so she could murmur in her ear.  “Good little panties will love it.  Wicked panties.”

Tara squirmed away from Sasha, bumping against Rachel in the process.  “That voice...”

Sasha purred throatily.  “Sexy little panties.  Made to be worn.  Made to be loved.”

Tara moaned and closed her eyes.  “Again.”

“Sexy little panties,” husked Sasha, voice low and even.  “Made to be worn.  Made to be loved.”

Tara felt her mind start to slip away as Sasha kept repeating the mantra.  When the ball fell, changing her body, her mind was already there, silken and soft and sexy.  Sliding up owner’s legs, framing her intimately, was exactly where sexy panties needed to be.

Sexy panties had no sense of taste or smell.  A shadow of revulsion passed over and through it and vanished on a lover’s tongue, leaving wonder and glory in its wake.