Tara rolled out of bed feeling more refreshed than she expected.  She did a few limbering exercises, then noticed two eyes gleaming in the dimness of the room.  Sasha was watching her.  “Enjoy the show?”

“Mhmm.  What’s your plan for today?”

Tara looked her over appraisingly.  “Wearing my best leggings to work.”

“Oooh, yeah.  Hit me.”

Tara found the ball, and squeezed it thoughtfully.  Once it looked like a couple of days worth, she approached Sasha.  “I’ll run the charger all morning.  You’ll be good and stuck.  You won’t change back on your own.”

“I know,” murmured Sasha.  “How does it feel to hold that power over me?”

Tara barely restrained herself from throwing the ball right then.  “Are you really okay with this?”

Sasha nodded.  “You own me.  Despite the money and the promises...  That’s still true.  But you don’t really believe it.”

Tara shook her head.  “It’s mad.  I want this so much.”

Sasha rolled to her belly, arching her back so she could look up at Tara with a winsome smile.  “I am yours.”

The ball flicked out, and Sasha melted away into shiny black leggings.  Tara scooped them up gleefully.  “Oh, Sasha, I love you so much...”

Tara wore her new leggings all morning.  She ran the charger as she’d promised – not only to get Sasha good and stuck, but to free the ball up as well.  It wasn’t until she was making lunch that she remembered she could just restore Rachel to recharge it.

Rachel groaned unhappily as she reformed.  “Awww.  I won, why are you doing this?”

“Because I can’t wear sex panties to work.  I’d be sopping before I even got in the door.”

Rachel sighed, then eyed Tara’s shiny leggings.  “Going to wear us both?”

Tara nodded eagerly.  “Yep.  Sasha’s good and stuck.  I’ll be wearing her all week.  Best I can offer you is the day as plain panties, not even super sheer.  Just... normal panties, so I can get through my classes.”

Rachel hemmed and hawed, grinning at how Tara was bouncing with eagerness.  “Well, I suppose I can work with that.  This once.  But only under one condition.”

“Name it.”

“When you’re done for the day... you turn me back into sex panties and wear me as long as you can stand it.”

Tara’s eyes narrowed.  “Is that a challenge?”

“I accept,” said Rachel.  “If you make it an hour before you have to take me off, you can turn me into whatever you want.  If not, I get to do the same to you.”

“For how long?”

Rachel smirked broadly.  “Long as I feel like running double classes.  Same if you win.”

Tara offered her hand, and Rachel shook it.  “Done.”

Rachel watched as Tara squeezed the ball.  “Make me pretty,” was all she said before she fluttered to the floor.

Tara squealed with glee.  Rachel had become the sleekest imaginable pair of skin-tone panties. When she put them on, it looked like she was naked, but also smooth as a mannequin.  “Mmm.  Need to try this look for real one day...”

Putting her sleek black leggings back on over Rachel tested Tara’s willpower severely.  The combination felt so wonderful against her skin...  She distracted herself by jogging to the gym and doing some light workouts before her class started.

Tara felt energized and invigorated, and her classes showed it.  She was a sweaty mess by the end.  The gym’s manager, Penny, stopped her on the way out to say that she’d had several compliments from the students, and to “keep up whatever you’re doing”.

Tara smirked at that.  “I’m wearing Rachel and Sasha.  Should I see if I can talk Rachel into becoming a permanent addition to my wardrobe too?”

Penny rolled her eyes.  “Then we’d need another trainer.  You can’t cover all her classes and yours as well.  I can keep from double-booking you, and I have been because I saw this coming... but even you have limits.”

Tara laughed.  “Fair enough.  I don’t think Rachel would go for it, anyway.  She’s having fun, but loves being able to push herself far more than she can as clothing.”

“Good.  Once you’ve had your fun, can we sit down and work out a schedule for the two of you?  I’d like a little consistency so the regulars know who to expect.”

“Give us another week to settle down?” wheedled Tara.

“More, if you need it.  But not too much more, hm?”

Tara hugged her boss tight, drawing a huff of surprise.  “Thanks.  You’re the best.”

“And you know it.  Now go shower!”

Tara grinned, and headed for home.  She shucked off her clothes in the bathroom, leaving them in a crumpled heap as she showered.  It wasn’t until she was drying off that she realized what she’d done, and she gave them both careful hand-washes and hung the leggings up to dry.  The panties got tapped by the magic stress ball, and soon Rachel was sitting on the counter where Tara had laid the panties.  “Hey.  That hand wash was nice, you’ve got really strong hands.  Going to be a regular thing?”

“Was it good?” asked Tara.  “I read Mio’s advice to knead gently but firmly, and say encouraging things.”

Rachel nodded.  “Calling me by name helped a lot.”

Tara’s stomach rumbled.  “How about some dinner, then we see about that challenge?”

“Good idea.  Maybe light a few candles?”

Tara blushed.  “Making it romantic before you...”

“Do my best to turn you into a helpless oragasmic puddle?  Exactly,” purred Rachel, making Tara blush even brighter.  “Man.  A little dirty talk and you turn beet red?”

“I...”  Tara ducked her head.  “Not used to it.”

Tara ordered food from their favourite local Thai restaurant, and found some candles.  Rachel dug through the linen closet and turned up a tablecloth that fit the counter well enough, and turned the lights down so that the candles gave the room a pleasant glow.  They ate quietly, and when they were done Rachel asked how Tara was feeling.

“Warm.  Full.  A weird sort of happy glow, I’m starting to see why candles are popular.”

“Nothing like a little romance to make your heart flutter.  Ready?” asked Rachel, holding up the ball.  It started to glow as she squeezed it.

Tara watched avidly, wondering what Rachel was going to do to her, and hoping...  Then Rachel tossed the ball straight up, and caught it mid air with a slap.  The glow engulfed her, and a pair of panties fell to the floor where Rachel had been standing.

Tara’s eyes widened in wonder.  The ball had been glowing bright enough to keep Rachel like this for a day or more, and with the charger running she wouldn’t change back...  “You can do that?  You would do that?  God, Rachel, that’s insane.  And so damn hot I could just die.”

Tara scooped the panties up and retreated to her bedroom.  She stripped down, and gave the panties a little shake.  “Ready?  It’s... eight o’clock.  You have an hour to prove your worth.  Fail, and you will be panties forever.”

Tara didn’t think she actually meant the threat.  Making it gave her a thrill, and she was eager to follow through...  Before that line of thought could worry her too much, she yanked the panties up her legs.

Rachel started off gently, teasingly... but neither of them were patient women, and soon the panties were attacking her nethers with gusto.  Tara clenched her fists in the sheets, and tried as best she could to hold on to the scream threatening to erupt from her.

Tara didn’t last long, not nearly as long as she’d hoped.  Her breath grew ragged and the world became little more than the fire in her loins.  It took far too long to realize that pleasure had become mixed with far too much pain, and longer still to figure out what she could do about it, because Rachel had no intention of stopping before she capitulated.

Sweat-slicked hands scrabbled at the panties, but they were bound tight to her.  It took Tara four tries to finally hook them, then claw them off her body and fling them across the room.  She lay in bed, panting from the exertion.  The pain drove her from the bed as soon as she had her breathing under control.  She grimaced through a bow-legged walk to the bathroom, and despaired at what she found in the cabinet.  She was pretty sure athlete’s foot cream wouldn’t be a good thing to use, and didn’t see much else of help.  The rubbing alcohol caught her eye for a moment, but she shuddered at the thought of what it would do.

Tara limped into the common room, grabbed the ball, and returned to her room.  She threw it at the panties.  Rachel sat up with a smug grin on her face.  “Hah, that wasn’t even half an...  Oh my God.  Are you okay?”

Tara shook her head.  “Stings pretty bad.”

Rachel rolled to her knees and peered at Tara’s crotch.  “Oh shit.  Looks like I chafed the hell out of you.  Why didn’t you stop me?”

“The bet, and it was good to start...”  Tara touched her privates and winced.  “What should I do?”

Rachel hopped to her feet.  “I have a care kit.  Just lie down, and let me take care of you, okay?”

Rachel returned from her room in moments with a small black case bound with two heavy leather straps.  Inside were a variety of first aid items, and she pulled out a tube of gel and a cotton swab.  She gently daubed the gel over the chafed area.  “Better?”

Tara nodded.  “Still stings a little, but it feels better.  What was that?”

“One of the gentler antiseptic gels.  You’ll be fine in a day or two.  I am so, so sorry.  I had no idea you’d be that delicate.  Have you never...”

“No,” sighed Tara.  “The guys I dated were too intimidated to push, and I wasn’t...”

Rachel closed up the kit then climbed into bed beside Tara, cuddling up to her side.  “It’s okay.  I’ll take care of you.”

Tara stiffened as she felt Rachel’s warmth beside her.  “Go ahead, tease me about it.”

“Never.  Everyone has to start somewhere.   Relax, sweetie, I’m not going to do anything you don’t ask for.”

Tara tried to relax, but when she rolled toward Rachel her bits twinged again.  “Agh.  This is going to suck if I can’t move.”

Rachel’s hug made Tara wriggle away, causing another wince.  She sighed and slipped out of the bed.  “I am sorry about this.  I wish I could make it better...”  Looking down at her feet she noticed that she was standing beside a small green object.  She picked up the magic ball and tossed it from hand to hand.  “This can make... small changes to one’s body, right?”

“Healing magic is something else entirely,” said Tara.

“You’ll heal on your own.  But if you didn’t have the relevant part, it wouldn’t hurt.”

Tara’s eyes lit up.  “Oh!  Yeah, make me smooth down there.  And... if we’re doing that...”

“Yes?  Anything that’ll make you feel better.”

“Tits, too.  Get rid of them.”

Rachel glanced at Tara’s chest.  “Totally asexual?  I can do that, but... why?”

“When I wore you as panties, you were my skin tone.  I looked like a mannequin down there.  I want to try being smooth all over.  Like, really smooth.  No hair, no pores, no bellybutton.”

“No nipples?”

“Those too.”

Rachel squeezed the ball to get it glowing.  While she was doing so she fixed an image in her mind.  “Okay.  Let’s try...”  She tossed the ball at Tara, and the glow swiftly ran across the muscular woman’s body, stealing detail, smoothing away features.

Tara carefully got out of bed, then started to grin.  “It worked!  It doesn’t hurt.”  She looked down at herself and laughter bubbled up.  “I look so smooth!”

Tara darted to Rachel’s room, to use Sasha’s full length mirror.  Everything below her neck gleamed like polished marble, though the colour still matched her usual tan.  “I like it.  How long?”

Rachel was watching her from the doorway, studying her handiwork.  She shrugged.  “I wasn’t paying attention.  Five or six squeezes?”

“So... half a day, maybe a bit more.  Enough that the charger could keep me this way.”

“Tara!  You don’t have toes.  You can’t seriously...”

Tara bent in half to peer at her feet directly.  Her toes had fused into a continuous mass, but wriggled in a sinuous wave when she tried to move them.  “I can work with this.”

“What about going to the bathroom?”

Tara winced.  “Oh.  Well.  We’ll see how that goes, I guess.”

Rachel stepped closer.  “You’re quite mad.  But... I do like the shiny look on you.”  She opened her arms to offer a hug.

Tara snuggled up against her.  “Mmm.  This is so much better.”

“Really?”

Tara nodded.  “No bits to get all mushy and weird on me.  Takes all that confusion off the table.”

“Figures you’d like being asexual.  We could probably do that without quite such a dramatic change.”

“Bah, where’s the fun in that?”

Rachel shrugged.  “I don’t get why you found your body... not fun.  So I can’t answer you.”

Tara slipped out of the hug and stepped back, then sat on the corner of Rachel’s bed.  “It was fun, at first.  But it’s gotten all kinds of messy and I need a break.”

“I pushed too hard again, didn’t I,” sighed Rachel.

Tara patted the bed beside her.  “I needed a push.”

Rachel sat down, smiling when Tara leaned against her.  “I suppose you did.  Do you at least accept that you’re into some girls?”

Tara snickered.  “Yeah.  That clue-by-four landed.  What was I thinking?”

Rachel wrapped one arm around Tara, who didn’t wriggle away this time.  “That lesbians were icky?”

“No!  Lots of my friends are gay.  It’s just... lesbian sex seemed kind of icky.”

Rachel smirked.  “The best sex is always messy.  Kinda like ‘no pain, no gain’, except more fun.”

Tara giggled at the idea.  “I guess.  I’m kind of tempted to take this shiny smooth thing further, get you to do my mouth, too.  Then... maybe if I couldn’t taste, and didn’t have to breathe...”

“Training wheels?”

“Something like that.”

Rachel held her free hand out.  “It’s a deal.  Whenever you want to take it up.  Though if this is where your ‘thinking about it’ goes, keep thinking.”

Tara shook Rachel’s hand.  “You don’t mind?”

“Hey, I’ve been mooning over you for years now.  Waiting a few more weeks isn’t going to stop me.”

“Years?” asked Tara.  “Really?”

Rachel nodded.  “You’re the sexiest woman I know.”

“Even like this?”  Tara gestured to her shiny body.

“You’re rocking the shiny look.  I mean, I could improve on this if you wanted a kinky version...”

Tara narrowed her eyes, but her grin belied her severe expression.  “Kinky, hm?  Does that have anything to do with why you have leather straps on your first aid kit?”

Rachel laughed, and leaned in to kiss Tara on the nose.  “Yes.  One of my lovers was really into the stuff.  The kit was a gift from her, a reminder to be ‘safe, sane and consensual’.  Which I thoroughly fucked up tonight.  Too eager.”

“Too competitive.”

“That too,” chuckled Rachel ruefully.  “Forgive me?”

“Already have.”  Tara wrapped an arm around Rachel’s shoulders to pull her in tighter.  “I don’t need space from you, just from the sex part.”

“Ah,” said Rachel disappointedly.  “Not my finest hour.”

Tara shook her head.  “No, it was good at first.  Maybe you made your material a bit rough?  I’ll check that when we try again.”

Rachel grinned.  “Oh, so you think I’ll let you turn me into sex panties again?”

Tara turned to face her friend, her expression suddenly serious.  “Yes.  I fully intend to wear you to work tomorrow.”

“But I have classes...”

“Which I will run.”

“But you lost the bet.  I should transform you... oh, right. I have.”

Tara grinned.  “Yes.  I’ll be going to work like this.  All shiny and slick.  Might get a few odd questions, but... that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”

“Fine,” grumped Rachel while hiding a grin.  “But the same deal applies.  I want to be able to move once you get home.”

Tara shook her hand gravely, also hiding a very similar grin.  “Accepted.”

They shared another hug, then Tara yawned.  “Sorry, long day.  Think I’m going to call it a night, and sleep on all this.”

“G’night, love.  If you find a pair of panties on the kitchen floor in the morning, that’ll be me.”

Tara pouted at her playfully.  “But I like transforming people.”

“Oh, fine.  Probably safer that way, anyway.”

“What was that you said earlier?  Safe, sane and consensual?”

Rachel nodded.  “This thing isn’t any of those.  Except... I consent to you changing me.”

“And I promise to keep you safe.  Sane?”  Tara laughed ruefully.  “I don’t see how this can possibly be sane.”

“Why not?” asked Rachel.  “Are you happy wearing me?”

“Well...” Tara blushed, and nodded.  “I love it.  So much, it’s...”

“It’s not crazy,” interrupted Rachel.  “You have found a kink you like.  That’s good!  I enjoy being so close to you.  Not as much as Sasha does, but I’m not objecting, am I?”

“Well, no...”

“So there you have it.  If I agree to be changed, and you agree to keep me safe, we’re good.”

Tara nodded sharply, then yawned again, triggering a yawn from her sweetie.  “Okay.  I’ll sleep on it, hopefully it’ll make sense in the morning.”

*** *** ***

After coffee and breakfast, Tara was still amazed that Rachel was not only willing to be transformed, but eager.  Part of that was to make up for last night, and part due to Tara’s promise to let her have fun after work, but she still found it remarkable and wonderful.

Tara squeezed the ball contemplatively, watching Rachel’s expression.  Even with a day’s worth of glow, Rachel’s smile never faltered.  “You really are game for this.”

“Yep.  Wrapped around my sweetie’s hips?  I can think of many worse ways to spend the day.  Though if you wanted a cute top to wear with your sexy leggings, I wouldn’t object.”

Tara couldn’t get the resulting image out of her head, so she tossed the ball and watched avidly as Rachel dwindled.  Her arms shrunk more slowly than her legs, while turning shiny and black.  “Oooh,” purred Rachel while she still could.  “Looking hot.”

Tara scooped up her new shiny black top, and admired the blaze of orange, yellow and red that slashed across its chest.  Once she’d replaced her old top with it, she checked herself out in Sasha’s mirror.  Tara couldn’t help but grin, the combination of the top and the shiny black leggings looked really good on her.  She took a few pictures to show Rachel later.

Tara got multiple compliments on her outfit through the day.  She also got more than her usual share of leering.  She winked at a few of the women she caught doing so, and grinned at how some of them would blush and look away.  The looks from the guys didn’t bother her as much as usual.  During her lunch-break she pondered her change in attitude.

She was torn between two answers.  The one that her friends would like, that being more confident in her sexuality meant she felt less threatened.  The other answer was that being sexless made the men’s leering less immediate.  Her ruminations were interrupted when her boss walked into the break room.

“Hey Tara.  Can I ask you a big favour?”

“Which class?” asked Tara resignedly.

“Kickboxing 3.  I know you can handle the moves, but...”

“Mostly guys.”  Tara shrugged.  “I don’t know what it is, but today I feel like I can handle them.”

“Is it your power outfit?  I know I have some gear that just makes me feel...  Wait.  That top is Rachel, isn’t it?”

Tara grinned and nodded.  “Yeah.  The same colours as her hair gives it away?”

“Only because I know what games you two are playing.”

“It has made life more interesting.  Do you think it’s weird?”

Penny studied her.  “Everybody’s weird at some level or another.  You look happy.  Are you?”

Tara smiled broadly.  “Very much so, yeah.  Wearing people is...”

“Your happy place, it seems.  Good enough for me.  Well, I’ve got to run.  Have fun with the class.”

“I will!”

Tara spent part of the kickboxing class studying her students.  It helped that these guys were more serious than the beginners, certainly.  They watched her intently, but today she didn’t feel queasy about it.  It helped that they seemed to be listening to what she said, and following her instructions well.

Afterward, one of the regulars stayed behind to talk to her.  “Thanks for the workout.  You know your stuff.”

Tara smiled at him.  “I’m glad someone finally acknowledges that.  Some days...”  She shook her head.

“Don’t let the yutzes get to you.  Anyone serious knows there’s always more to learn.”

“As opposed to women to ogle.”

James shrugged.  “You look fantastic in that outfit, of course guys will look.”  He gave Tara a quick once over, then tilted his head in puzzlement.  “It’s not just the outfit, is it?  You’ve changed.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“That you’re in love?  Heck yeah.  You haven’t stopped smiling yet.”

Tara giggled.  “Oh.  I thought you meant...”  She waved her hand at her body.  “I’m less...”

James’ eyes flicked over her again.  “Less curvy.  Interesting.  The stripes hide it.  What did you do?”

Tara leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially.  “Magic.”

“Cool!  Going to stay that way?”

Tara giggled again.  “Maybe.  I got rid of more than the boobs.  Totally asexual.”

James shook his head.  “To each their own.  I’m sure some of the guys would be disappointed.”

“But not you?” asked Tara, narrowing her eyes.

“I don’t swing that way.”  James waved at her cheerfully and headed out the door.  “Catch you later!”

By the time Tara got home, she was tired, sore, and even more confused.  She frowned at the soreness, and stripped out of her workout gear.  Sure enough, her body was back to normal.  Which explained the sudden need to pee...

After dealing with the most pressing need, Tara stripped down for a shower.  Before getting in, she did a quick self-examination.  The chafing from last night seemed to have mostly healed, though she still felt a little tender.  Spending time transformed didn’t seem to have interfered with the healing, and had made it painless, so she resolved to do it again.

Before that, she needed a shower.  And after the shower, as she was contemplating the form she’d take for the next few days, she realized something important.  The spell charger would run for three hours each night, keeping Rachel and Sasha as clothing indefinitely.  It would do the same for her... so if she screwed up, they might all be stuck until someone pulled the plug.

The idea did not appeal to Tara at all.  So she used the ball to restore Rachel, and hugged her tight once she’d shaken out the cobwebs.  “How is my favourite top doing?”

Rachel smirked.  “Good.  It felt like you had a good day.”

Tara nodded eagerly, and told of how well the kickboxing class had gone, then went into all the competing theories as to why she was handling it better.

“Maybe the guys have mostly figured out you’re off the market?” added Rachel when she was done.

Tara glared at her.  “Not helping.”

“Does it matter?” asked Rachel.  “Take the win and move on.”

“The win might involve wearing you as my power top.  Or going to work transformed.”

“So go without the top tomorrow, and let me handle my classes.”

Tara pulled out her phone and showed Rachel the pictures she’d taken.  “I’ll miss that top...”

“Oooh.  It does look good on you.  You could change one of your old shirts like that.  As long as you bring it back here every night, it’ll stay changed.  Just like I would have.”

“It’s not as cool as wearing you,” Tara said with an exaggerated pout.  “I’ll try it.  First, though...  I’m still kind of tender.  Could you change me again?”

Rachel picked up the ball and started squeezing.  “Same as before?”

“Can you make it so I can still pee?  I’d hate to think of what it would be like changing back after three or four days.”

“I could give you sex-doll bits...” mused Rachel.

“Uh...  I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

“Relax, I won’t turn you into a helpless fuck toy unless you ask nicely.”

Tara stammered and blushed.  “Where... where did that come from?”

“Does that sound like something you’d like?” teased Rachel.  “Totally helpless, except... mmm, maybe still able to speak.  Or at least moan.”

“Is... is this a bondage thing?”

Rachel nodded avidly.  “I don’t have any rope or cuffs, but you’d be completely at my mercy even so.  Please?”

Tara licked her lips.  “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but... because you want it so badly... okay.  Just for tonight.  And I have to be able to talk.”

Rachel lobbed the glowing ball gently toward her.  It was bright enough to change her for more than the night... but Tara didn’t dodge.  She shuddered as the changes tingled through her body, moaning delightedly.  “Oh, if it feels this good I might not want to change back.”

“Cool,” purred Rachel.  “C’mon.”

Tara blinked, and found she could still move her body.  She followed Rachel to her room, and stood in front of the mirror.  She had bigger breasts than normal, though not greatly so, and her skin from her neck down was the same shiny tone as she’d worn all day.  Her hands looked out of place, given they seemed perfectly normal.  But at her hips...  “Rachel!  Why do I have a cock?”

Rachel growled lustfully.  “Because I’m very bi, and need a good railing.  Still game?”

“But I’m... not tied up.”

“Yeah, we’ll do that some other time.”   Rachel tumbled to the bed.  “Get down here and put that thing to good use.”

Tara strolled slowly toward her, a smirk growing on her face.  “What’s the magic word?”

“Please!  Oh baby, please...”

“Yes.”