After a fun and sweaty span, Tara and Rachel lay cuddled against each other.  Eventually Tara’s squirming grew pronounced enough to draw Rachel’s attention.  “You okay?”

“Having a penis feels really weird.  And I have to pee.”

“You have to pee standing up first, then I’ll change you back.”

Tara laughed, and hopped out of bed.  “Fine.  I should give you one, to return the favour.”

“Oooh, yes please.  I’d like to try it out on you...”

Tara’s attempt to imagine that made her grimace.  “Pass.”

Rachel sighed.  “Fine.  I’ll stuff Sasha instead, one day.  Maybe while you’re her panties.”

Tara shuddered.  “Bra.”

“Deal.”

Tara flashed Rachel a grateful smile before her bladder twinged at her again, and she dashed off to the bathroom.  She forgot to lock the door, so when she was finally done she looked up to see Rachel lounging against the doorjamb and grinning at her.  “Aw, c’mon.  A little privacy?”

“Nah.  You look good with a cock.  Suits you.”

Tara gaped at Rachel.  “It... what?  You think I’d look better as a guy?  That’s not why I work out.”

Rachel shook her head.  “Nah.  It’s just... super butch.”

Tara snickered.  “You would think so.  Do you really like it?  I mean, I find it weird, but... not ‘eek get it away’ weird.  I’d do this again, for you.”

Rachel tossed her the magic ball, and watched avidly as Tara’s equipment returned to normal.  “I would very much like that.  I kind of want to change you right back, on a short charge, so you revert while we’re doing it.”

Tara nodded slowly, then grimaced as she felt her bits start to ache from the chafing.  “One day.  Once I’m feeling less tender.  Speaking of which...”  Tara handed the ball back to Rachel.

“One pee-compatible form coming right up.”  Rachel got the ball glowing bright enough to last a few days, and tossed it at Tara.

Tara sighed happily as she felt the sheen of transformation replace her skin with whatever-it-was.  When she glanced downward she smirked.  “Boobs?”

“Just a little boost, barely a cup.  No good?”

Tara ran her hands over their nippleless curves.  They didn’t shift enough to need a bra.  “I can work with this.”  She glanced in the mirror then started to laugh.  “Oh my God, Rach.  You made me look like a... what did you do?”

Where her pussy should be was a perfectly circular hole, with obvious ribbing leading inward.  It made her look like some kind of sex toy.  Tara cautiously reached down to probe it.  The outside felt like normal skin, but once a curious fingertip brushed against the internal ribbing her legs gave way and she had to grab the counter to avoid complete collapse.

“Too much?” asked Rachel with an even bigger smirk than before.

“I...  Holy crap, Rach.  What did you do to me?”

“Playground in front, waste disposal in back.  You will be the most sanitary lover I’ve ever had.”

Tara’s breath caught.  It was perfect, but all she said was, “Kinky.”

Rachel grinned broadly, and bowed.  “I know what you need.”

“And that is?” breathed Tara.

Rachel sauntered closer, and whispered in Tara’s ear.  “Paralytic cunnilingus.”

*** *** ***

Tara woke slowly.  It took some time for her mind to come to grips with the events of the previous night.  The sheer, overwhelming pleasure that had, indeed, rendered her catatonic.  She shifted about, found that Rachel must have tucked her properly into bed.  The faint scent of coffee from the kitchen and a gentle scrape of cutlery on ceramic suggested Rachel was awake, and moving about.  She had classes today, and Tara did not, so Tara could stay here in this very cozy and warm bed...

Tara got up anyway, did some quick stretches, and admired her shiny new body.  After a moment’s indecision, she sauntered out into the common room without dressing.

Rachel’s eyes took in the sight appreciatively.  “What a lovely vision.  A pity I have classes, or I’d drag you right back to bed.”

Tara chuckled softly and padded through to the kitchen nook.  While she poured herself a cup of coffee she considered her answer.  “We both have responsibilities, and need to keep them.  I’ll still have this body when you get home.”

“And will you parade around naked?”

Tara glanced down at herself.  “This body feels like it has been made for showing off.”

Rachel grinned and nodded.  “Though if you tried to teach classes like that, you might have problems.”

Tara snickered.  “That’s going a bit farther than I’m comfortable with.  Yet.”

Rachel boggled at her.  “You wouldn’t seriously...”

Tara considered it for a few sips of coffee.  “With the right form, one that’s not going to get me arrested for indecency?  Oooh, what if my legs just looked like I was wearing tights, but it was actually my skin?”

“That would be hot.  But you wouldn’t be able to wear your favourite tights.”

“True,” Tara conceded.  She shrugged.  “I’ll stick to clothing.  I’m not an exhibitionist.”

“And a few days ago you weren’t gay.  Are you sure?”

Tara rolled the thought around and considered it.  “Reasonably sure.  Showing off for you is one thing.  Random guys?  Hell no.”

Rachel smiled.  “Showing off for me...  I like the sound of that.  And if I didn’t have to get going...”

Tara grinned back at her.  “I’ve got some errands to run, but I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Love you,” said Rachel, before giving her a quick hug.  “See you tonight.”  Then she was out the door.

Tara had a lazy breakfast, then returned to the bathroom to shower, and figure out how her new body worked.  It turned out that when she peed, it emerged from a tiny hole near her anus, and the whole area was so slick that wiping was trivial.  Which was good, because the shower had proven very distracting, and taken much longer than she’d intended.

Tara’s first errand was to stock up on groceries for the week, making sure to lay in supplies that Sasha could use for a few nice meals later.  She talked to her leggings about her plans, asking them what they’d like to cook.  She answered for Sasha, as she couldn’t speak, carrying on both sides of a conversation that earned her a few odd looks.

The next store had taken some research to locate.  Tara hesitated a moment at the door, then put on her best confident smile and opened it.  Inside was a bewildering array of adult toys.  It took all her mustered confidence to make it to the counter and the clerk there.  “Hi, I’m looking for something like a basic bondage starter kit.”

The clerk smiled at Tara warmly.  “Just getting into things?”

“A friend... I suppose lover might be more accurate.  She’s into it, but I guess her ex has all the stuff?  So I’d like to surprise her.”

The clerk’s eyes narrowed.  “No tying yourself up to be found on the bed.  That can go very badly.”

“I can see that.  Not very safe.  I want to surprise her with the gear, and see what she wants to do from there.”

“That, I can help with...”

*** *** ***

When Rachel got home, the first thing she saw was a shopping bag sitting on the kitchen counter. On it was an interlocking handcuff logo, with the cuffs forming the Q and C of Quite Captivating.  She recognized it at once.

“Tara?  Is there something you want to show me?”

Tara strolled into the room, wearing only a grin.  “I was hoping you’d show me something.  I have no idea what all that stuff is.”

Rachel stared at Tara in confusion, until Tara pointed to the bag.  “You don’t know what you bought?”

“I asked for a starter kit.  Then asked for a prettier one, and got talked into some upgrades.”

Rachel opened the bag, and pulled out some broad cuffs in shiny red leather, attached to long straps.  “Oooh.  I could have fun with this.  Can I try this out on you?”

Tara nodded.  “I’m curious.  You like this stuff, so...”

“Yeah, there’s a real thrill to struggling against... um...”  Rachel wound down at Tara’s eager look.  “I still want to tie you up once.  To show you how it works.”

Tara pulled one of the cuffs out of Rachel’s hand.  “Wrap it around the wrist or ankle, strap it to the bed.  How hard can it be?”

Tara fitted the cuff around Rachel’s wrist, and snugged it tight.  Rachel flexed her arm, and gave it a shake.  “That’s good.  Snug enough I can’t slip out, but not too constricting.”

Tara tugged on the strap attached to the cuff, drawing Rachel toward her.  Rachel followed her all the way to the bedroom, and watched as Tara fumbled an attempt to tie the strap to the bed-frame.

“If you check the bag,” said Rachel matter-of-factly, “You’ll find a loop to go around the leg of the bed-frame.”

“Oh!  Is that what those were.”  Tara accepted the bag from Rachel, and dumped its contents out onto the bed.  She soon had the bed all set up with attachment points, then returned to the cuffs.  With a little guidance from Rachel, Tara soon had all the cuffs fitted just so.

Rachel obediently lay down on the bed, and talked Tara through tightening up the straps.  “There,” she said at last.  “That’s perfect.  I can move a little.  Enough to struggle...”  Tara tugged on the straps, but could only move her arms and legs a few inches from her spread-eagled position on the bed.

“But why?  You didn’t resist at all while I was strapping you down.  I’m not sure I get this.”

Rachel laughed ruefully.  “We should have talked this through, yeah.  What would you do if you found a sexy woman strapped to a bed?”

“Ask her if she wanted help?”

Rachel let her head drop back, laughing harder.  “That’s not the point.  Come on, you’ve done exactly this with me as your top.  Played a role to make the experience more...”

“Oh!  So instead of ‘sexy top’ you’re now my... victim?”

Rachel bobbed her head, bouncing it against the pillow.  “Yeah!  If you ever wanted to tickle me senseless, now’s the time to do it.”

“Tickling?  I...”  Tara wiggled her fingers at Rachel, grinning as the other woman squirmed without being touched.  “Sounds fun.”

Tara tried tickling at Rachel’s sides, but the other woman clamped her mouth shut and said nothing.  Tracing down to her legs got a bit more reaction, and the backs of her knees led to squirming legs that had no way to pull away from Tara’s touch.  Tara shifted position to get closer to Rachel’s feet, and saw a gleam in Rachel’s eyes.  She teased here and there, then set to work on Rachel’s soles.

Rachel tried to pull away, but couldn’t, and was soon gasping for breath, giggling like mad.  “Stop!” she begged at last.

Tara stopped immediately.  “Too much?”

Rachel took a moment to catch her breath, then shook her head.  “Really should have gone over this before you tied me down.  Am I safe?”

“Well, yes.  Sane, I’m less sure about.  But you said stop, so... no longer consensual?”

“See... that’s part of the fun of this thing.  Getting to the point where you’re begging for... well, one thing or another,” Rachel admitted with a chuckle.  “I want to be pushed past that point.”

“Going to be tricky if you keep saying ‘stop’ all the time...”

“Yeah, exactly.  The point is, I don’t really mean it.”

Tara frowned.  “But how will I know if you do mean it?”

“I’ll say ‘strawberry’.  That’s my safeword.  If I say strawberry, it means ‘I am in over my head, please stop everything and get me out’.  That’s why there are quick-releases on the straps.”

Tara nodded slowly.  “So that if you do have a panic attack...  OK.  I think I’m still missing a piece.  I have no clue how far to push before you’ll break, and...”  Tara narrowed her eyes.  “That’s the game for you, isn’t it?”

Rachel nodded.  “How much can I take before I bail.”

“And I’m your spotter, in case you take on too much weight.  As well as the person piling on the weight.  OK.  That makes sense.”

Tara grazed a fingertip down Rachel’s side.  “Any hard limits?”

“Nothing that’ll leave scars.”

Tara pulled back as if she’d touched a hot stove.  “What the hell?”

“Tickling is fun.  Spanking is better.”

“Rachel...”

“With your muscles, you’d be awesome at it.  We should get a flogger.”

“Rachel!  I don’t want to hurt you!”

Rachel sighed.  “Figures.  You’d be amazing.  Look, you’re okay with the tickling, right?”

“Right.  So many ticklefights as a kid.  It’s less sporting when you can’t tickle back, but...”  Tara started to grin.  “This, I can see the appeal of.”

Rachel grinned back at her.  “You may have pinned me, but you can’t break me.  Do your worst!”

Tara blinked at Rachel’s line, then grinned even wider.  “Oh, you minx, you bet I will!”

The tickling started then in earnest, and no part of Rachel’s body was spared... save the one she most wanted tickled.  Tara made a thorough study of Rachel’s ticklish zones.  The backs of her knees, the insides of her elbows, two odd spots near her wrist, most of her neck.  But the best and most consistent responses came from Rachel’s feet.  Tara danced here and there, moving back and forth to tease one area or another, but she always came back to the feet, and it was there that Rachel’s thrashing would always be the worst.

Several times, Tara hesitated at a cry that sounded like anguish, or when Rachel said “stop”.  But soon she got used to the idea that it wasn’t truly meant to stop her, but instead to goad her into going further.

And then, in the middle of one particularly violent paroxysm of laughter, Rachel did call out “strawberry”.  Tara took a beat to recognize it, then immediately dove for the straps, and had Rachel free in seconds.

“Did I hurt you?  What’s wrong?”

Rachel chuckled ruefully.  “I nearly peed your bed.  Pretty sure neither of us wants that.”

Tara snickered, then suddenly looked somber.  “There are people that do?”

“Yeah.  Humiliation is a huge turn on for some folks.  Not me, and apparently not you.”  Rachel pulled off one cuff, and Tara helped her with the others.  Then Rachel darted for the washroom.

“How is the new body treating you, by the way?  I wasn’t sure if...”

Tara giggled, and called through the door, “It works.  Feels a little weird to pee from a different spot, but I’m getting used to it.  Very sanitary.”

“I’m glad.  How long are you going to stay that way?”

“I don’t know.  I’d like to be a little less... obscene in front.  And yet... it is growing on me.  That I have something so kinky hidden down there.  Kind of a secret thrill to go out like that, you know?”

Rachel giggled softly.  “We could plug it with a dildo, if you wanted to push things further.”

Tara gasped.  “I’d... Rrrh, the idea is hot, but I’d never get anything done.”

“If it was soft and slightly tacky, it wouldn’t rub against you...” mused Rachel.  “We could make one with the ball.”

“You’d turn yourself into that?” asked Tara, shocked.

Rachel washed her hands, and emerged from the bathroom.  “Then you’d really never get anything done.  Because I’d wiggle whenever you had the slightest bit of focus.”

“I like the sound of that.  Not when going out but...  Here.  Now.”  She looked around then headed to her bedroom to retrieve the magic stress ball.

Rachel was nowhere to be seen when Tara returned, then emerged from her own room in comfortable clothes.  “Can we have dinner first?”

Tara looked down at the glowing ball in her hand.  “Are you sure?”

“Just transform a pillow or something.  I’m starving.  Hey!”  Rachel sidestepped the ball and it landed on some dirty laundry in the hallway.  A large pillow with Rachel’s picture on the front of it appeared in the laundry’s place.  “Ha, ha.  Very funny.”

“I could have thrown it harder.”  Tara stepped past her roommate and picked up the pillow.  It was nearly as tall as she was.  “Hey, this is kinda neat.  Mind if I keep it?”

“Are you going to replace the leggings I lost?”

Tara grinned.  “I could loan you my favourite pair...”

Rachel shook her head.  “No giving Sasha away.  Not without her approval, anyway.”

“Fine, I’ve got lots of pairs I’m not using now that I have Sasha.  Take your pick.”

Satisfied, Rachel headed to the kitchen to microwave some leftovers.  They ate in silence.  Tara cleaned up what little mess they’d made, thinking of Sasha all the while.  Once she was done, she sought out her favourite leggings, and used the ball to restore them.

“Hey Sasha.”

Sasha sat up on Tara’s bed.  “Oh, hey.  Been a bit.  What’s up?”

Tara posed to show off her new shiny body.  “Rachel’s handiwork.  I spent a day without any bits at all, but this is more fun.”

Sasha giggled.  “I can see that.  Are you working tomorrow?”

“That depends on Rachel.  I’ve got classes, she doesn’t, but Penny’s being good about letting us swap off.  For now.”

Rachel stuck her head into the bedroom.  “Did someone take my name in vain?”

Tara chuckled, and waved her in.  “We need to talk.  The three of us.”

“That sounds ominous.  I’m in.”  Rachel padded over to sit on the bed beside Sasha.  “You figure out where everything fits, yet?”

Tara shook her head.  “Not... exactly.  Were you serious, earlier, about becoming a... toy?”

Rachel grinned and nodded.  “Yep.  Just let me wiggle enough to have something to do.”

“Oooh, sounds good to me,” purred Sasha.  “Can I turn you into one that the two of us can share?”

“That was kind of the idea.  I gave Tara a cock earlier, did you catch that part?”

Sasha shook her head, grinning broadly.  “Missed the whole thing.  Encore!”

Rachel snickered.  “Tempting, but I don’t think we can fit three of us on the bed.”

“We could if one of us was pillow-sized,” said Tara.

The other two looked up at her eagerly.  “I like it,” said Sasha.  “You’d make a lovely pillow-girl.  Is it my turn to change you?”  The magic ball was still lying beside her on the bed, and she scooped it up.

“I suppose...” said Tara hesitantly.

“Please?” begged Sasha, fluttering her eyelashes cutely.

“I have a lovely idea for a shape,” purred Rachel.  “She’d be helpless, but able to talk.”

Sasha bounced on the bed.  “Okay!  I nominate Rachel to transform you in my stead.  Please, sweetie?”  She handed the ball over to Rachel.

“I promise you’ll have an amazing night,” added Rachel, starting to squeeze.

Tara watched her, eyes glued to the ball.  Was she willing to give up so much control?  Rachel had made the concept seem interesting.  She nodded to Rachel, and made no effort to dodge when the ball was lobbed softly at her torso.

Tara gasped as she felt the magic race from her chest to her extremities.  Her chest felt surprisingly normal, but her legs and arms fizzed and dwindled away.  A moment later, so did her head.  Tara wobbled on her rump for a moment, then thumped helplessly to her back.  “Ooof.  Hey, I can still speak?  Why can’t I see?”

Tara tried to open her eyes, but she didn’t seem to have any.  Trying to crane her neck proved equally fruitless.  Two strong hands closed around her waist, and lifted her into the air.  “Don’t worry,” said Rachel, giving Tara a hug.  “We can hear you.  Can you hear me?”

Tara tried to nod, but failed.  “Yes.  What have you done to me?”

“Reduced you to the essentials.  Just your torso, with a mouth where your head used to be.”

Tara licked her lips nervously.  “Ah.  Weird.”

“Your safeword is ‘strawberry’, just like mine.  If you say that, I’ll put you back to normal.  If you don’t... you get a night like no other.”

Tara giggled uncertainly.  “Seriously?  One word and...”

“Yes.  Please only use it if you’re truly serious and need out.”

Tara huffed uncertainly, then took a few slow, calming breaths.  “Okay.  I can deal with this.  I’m just... even more tied up than you were.  No play-acting that you’re some sort of villain, no struggling for me.”

“I can work with that,” agreed Rachel as she laid Tara down in the middle of the bed.  “Though if you felt like play-acting some time to make it more fun for me...  I bet I could make it worth your while.”

Tara shrugged her shoulders, one of the few motions she could still manage.  “Another time, if I get comfortable with this.  Tonight, I’d like to just be this... thing.  Maybe Sasha can do the voice?”

Sasha hmmed softly to indicate she was thinking about it.  “Do you want to be a good toy?  Because I kind of want to make love to my helpless sweetie, not a toy.”

Tara gasped softly at Sasha’s admission.  “You do?”

“Mmm, yes.”  Sasha grazed a hand along Tara’s side, eliciting a delicate shudder.  “Oooh, you’re very responsive.  You’ve outdone yourself, Rachel.”

Rachel chuckled resonantly.  “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”  She brushed a thumb over one of Tara’s smooth, nipple-less breasts and Tara groaned loudly.  “To make up for her lack of sight, she’s extra sensitive in many places.”

Sasha’s hand danced toward Tara’s nethers.  “Oh is she?”  Fingers teased around the round hole at Tara’s groin.  “Ready?”

“Oh God yes...”

“Say the magic word.”

“Please, Sasha.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Sasha teased, dancing her fingers around the toy-like opening.

“Inside!  Please, make me OOOOH!  Yes.  More.  Please?  Ah!”

Sasha delighted at the wondrous noises Tara made at even the simplest of teases.  She wriggled around to place her head near Tara’s hips, and leaned in for a delicate little lick.  Tara shuddered and wailed.

Sasha pulled back for a moment.  “She tastes like her safeword.”

Rachel giggled.  “Bonus feature.”

Sasha leaned back in to lap at Tara expertly, not stopping until her tongue was limp from exhaustion.  Tara was mewling softly, and hadn’t produced coherent speech the entire time.  Sasha crawled back up on to the bed and cuddled up beside Tara.

Rachel curled up against Tara from the other side.  “A perfect fit.  Goodnight, loves.”

*** *** ***

In the morning, Sasha made breakfast for three. Rachel looked at the third plate, and sighed.  “Do I have to change her back?”

Sasha shrugged.  “Do you want to run her classes?”

“I could...”

“But you know she won’t like spending the day in there, alone.”

“You could stay with her.”

“I could,” agreed Sasha with a brief nod.  “But if I do, I’ll probably change her back before noon.”

“And if I change her back, you’ll spend the day as leggings.  Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

Rachel studied Sasha.  “Is that how it will be, then?  Only one or two of us human at any given time?”

“It’s a small apartment,” giggled Sasha.  “And we all fit in the bed that way.”

Rachel snorted.  “That’s not a good enough reason... is it?”

“I loved sleeping with both of you.  Just a minute, Tara should be here for this discussion.”  Sasha darted out of the room, and returned with Tara’s torso in her arms.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” said Tara.  “Wait, why can’t I move.  Or see.  Oh!  Right.  I’m still...”

“A talking fucktoy,” answered Rachel.

“A snuggly pillow,” countered Sasha, cuddling Tara tight.  “I want to do that again.”

“Okay,” sighed Tara happily.  “Mio was right.”

“Mmm?”

“Cuddles are good.  Sleeping in your arms was the best.”

“So we can leave you like this?” asked Rachel.

“No!”

“But you said...”

“Nights, sure,” said Tara.  “But I’d like to have my body back now, please.  I don’t want to use the word, I’m not panicking.  Yet.”

“I think we should,” said Sasha.  “She asked nicely.”

“Fine,” sighed Rachel.

Soon Tara was wiggling her growing arms and legs, and not long after she was able to stand on her own.  She hugged Sasha tight.  “Thanks.”

“Hey, I’m the one that changed you back.”

Tara pulled Rachel into the hug as well.  “OK, thanks to both of you.”

Once the hug ended, Sasha picked up the ball and handed it to Tara.  “Leggings time.”

Tara frowned.  “That means I have to stay normal...  Hm.  I think we need to work on this.”

“Just change her,” said Rachel.  “You know you want it.”

Tara started to squeeze, grinning as she did so.  “Right.  Ready to be stuck as leggings forever?”

Sasha grinned back at her.  “Or until you tire of your cooking, whichever comes first.”

Tara pouted at her playfully.  “Play along.”

“Oh no!  Whatever shall I do?  My owner is going to keep me as wonderful, sheer, sexy leggings and wear me all the time.”  Sasha cheered as the ball hit her, rapidly shrinking into a familiar looking pair of shiny black leggings.

“You overdid it,” grumbled Rachel.  “The ball’s going to be grey for hours, even with the charger running.”

“Oh, did you want to be my top again, for your day off?” asked Tara sweetly, as she slid her new leggings on.

“Thought you might want your modified body back.”

Tara tried a couple of lunges and deep bends.  Sasha moved like she was Tara’s own skin.  “I think I’m good.  Not twingy any more down there.  I’ll get to see how the gym feels without the protection of an asexual body.  And my favourite power top.”

Rachel chuckled softly.  “I’ll find something to do with myself for the day.”

Tara dug in to her breakfast, and Rachel soon followed suit.  Tara felt slightly guilty at splitting Sasha’s plate between the two of them, but she knew her “very good leggings” wouldn’t go hungry, and made sure to tell them just how generous and wonderful they were.

Tara locked the magic ball away as she usually did while she was working, then headed off to the gym.  The first evaluating look from one of the men in the weight-training area made her wish for her sexy top and sexless body, but that longing was far easier to deal with than her usual revulsion.

She found that trend continued in the classes.  There were more looks than she’d gotten the previous day, but not as many as she recalled from previous weeks.  Most of the regulars just smiled and nodded, and she smiled back at them in return.

Penny commented on Tara’s growing confidence, and offered her another run at Kickboxing 3.  “The guys there seemed to like your style.  If you’re up to it, I’d like to hand it off to you on a regular basis.”

Tara nodded.  “Sure.  I don’t have my power top, but I think I can face them even so.”

“Good.  They’re a good bunch.  Talk to me afterward.”

The class went better than Tara had expected.  It was the same group of guys as the last time, and they settled into a groove quickly.  Afterward, James stopped by once again to complement her.  “You seemed comfortable up there.  Planning to make this a regular thing?”

“Thinking about it.  Even without my comfort talismans, the class went well.”

James gave her a dispassionate once-over.  “Back to a more normal body?”

“That too.  The other was fun, but... not quite me.”

“Going to split the difference?” asked James.  “I’d totally try out new bodies if I could.”

Tara grinned at him.  “That does sound like a fun way to look at it.  What would you change?”

James shrugged.  “I’d try going full on female eye candy.  Male gaze?  Yes please.”

“It’s overrated.”

“Not if you want them looking, it isn’t.”

Tara shook her head ruefully.  “Okay, fair point.  I’d be willing to help out with that if you’re serious.”

James took a step back.  “I...  Look, joking aside, it is a tempting thought.  But... I like who I am, you know?”

Tara smiled.  “I feel the same.  When I’m not being leered at by guys, anyway.”

James ogled her ostentatiously then laughed.  “No reaction?”

“You aren’t trying to undress me with your mind.  It’s different.”

James studied her more intently, still with a goofy grin.  Tara blushed, and covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.  “Hey!”

“Sorry.  Wanted to test the theory.  You still okay?”

Tara nodded slowly.  “Yeah.  Might come back without nipples tomorrow.”

“I’m game to repeat the experiment.”

Tara laughed at his earnestness.  “You’re on.”

She headed out front to check in with Penny, and agreed to take on not only Kickboxing 3, but several other slots as well.  As they started getting serious about setting up a regular schedule for Tara, she called Rachel in as well.

“Done with your pranks?” asked Penny while they waited.

“Mostly.  I think we can keep it from affecting the gym too much.  It’d be nice to have a swing day, though...”

“How do you mean?”

“One where I can wear Rachel, or she can wear me.”

When Rachel arrived, she agreed that a swap day sounded fun.  She also asked to have at least one day off in common with Tara, so they could have some down-time together.  It took a few iterations to settle on a schedule everyone was happy with, and Rachel’s “weekend” ended up being Monday and Tuesday, so they’d both have Mondays off together.  They eventually settled on Thursday as a ‘swap’ day, but with a fixed schedule of alternating weeks.

Once they’d settled on the schedule, Penny explained another reason for the routine.  “I’d like to get you started on personal training.  It’s always in demand, and I’ve got a new girl coming in later that I think would work well with you.”

Tara grinned.  “Sure, sounds good.”

After Tara came back from lunch with Rachel she was wearing her favourite red, orange and yellow striped top once more.  Penny waved to her as she came in.  “Good timing.  Tara, meet Dawn, she’s looking for someone to give her some extra encouragement.”

Tara looked the new woman over, taking in the orange and red two-tone hair with a smile at the similarity to Rachel.  Dawn looked like she had some muscle, but hadn’t used it as often as was needed to get rid of the slight muffin-top she was developing.  “You look to be in passable shape already.  Jogging?”

“Mostly, yeah.  I do freelance graphic design, and it’s seriously feast or famine.  Just finished a big project that had me stuck at my desk for two months.  I need to get moving again, but it’s so hard to get started.  Push me, I can take it.”

Tara spotted her through a cycle on the weight machines, stepping up the weight quickly as Dawn asked.  “Okay, that’s a good start.  There are a bunch of cardio classes you might like, and keep up the jogging.”

Dawn nodded wearily.  “Damn.  You don’t kid around.”

Tara smirked.  “You wanted to be pushed.  I can deliver.  If you want to step it up further, you could join the kickboxing classes.”

Dawn laughed weakly.  “Not today.  Gonna need a long hot bath after this.”

“And probably a day off.  See you in two days?”

Dawn flexed one arm carefully.  “That sounds like a good idea.  See you Monday.”

Tara hesitated, then nodded.  “That’s usually my day off, but I live nearby.  Tell Penny when you want to come in, and I’ll be here.”

Penny smiled broadly when Tara told her of her plan.  “Good.  I’m glad to see you taking this seriously.”

“Thanks.  Hopefully Dawn will show up, or Rachel will be disappointed she didn’t get to wear me.”

Penny laughed.  “Are you wearing her now?”

Tara nodded.  “I’ll make sure she’s back to normal for her shift tomorrow.  But for now... I think it’s time to have some fun.  See you Monday!”

“Enjoy your day off.  If I see Rachel wearing a special top, I’ll know where you are...”

Tara waved, and headed out.  As soon as she got home, she smacked the magic ball against her top, freeing Rachel to slither off her body and into a hug.  As soon as she wriggled free, Rachel snatched up the ball and started squeezing.

“No dinner first?” asked Tara with a laugh.

“Nope.  Leggings off.”

Tara stripped her lovely black leggings off as ordered.  “Why?”

“Because I need to change you before I restore Sasha, so we have a charge free for something fun later.”

Tara held onto the leggings for a moment longer, grinning at the conflict she saw in Rachel’s eyes.  “Promise me it’ll be good.”

“I was thinking same as last night.”

Tara folded the leggings up and set them on the stools.  “Nice work, Sasha” she said as she patted them.  Then she stood back and posed for Rachel.  “Do your worst.”

“Oh, honey, you’re not ready for that.  Yet.”

Tara grinned.  “One day.  Do it.”

The ball thumped into her chest, and her limbs began to dwindle in a familiar way.  Before long she was lying on her back, helpless.  Warm hands scooped her up into a hug, and she sighed happily.  “Thanks.”