Tara yawned as she woke, then tried to stretch.  She managed an abbreviated wiggle, and the events of the previous night came back to her.  “Uh, Rachel?  Sasha?  Is anyone there?”

Sasha’s giggle was clear enough.  “I’m here.  It’s your day off, do you want to spend it in bed?”

“Honestly?  I’d rather be worn than just lie here.”

“That can be arranged,” said Rachel.  “The ball’s charged, though.  I’d hate to waste it.  What do you want to be today, Sasha?”

“Aww, does it have to be me?  I was hoping to have a fancy new bra.”

“You could transform something else,” suggested Tara after a moment.  “Like the pillow a couple nights back.  It’d still hold a charge for us, right?”

There was a soft thump, and a chuckle from Rachel.  “That’ll be fun to explain.”

“What’d you do?” asked Tara, unable to see any of what was going on.  A moment later she felt the ball impact her torso.  Once she had limbs again, she sat up and started to giggle.  “What did you do to my door?”

“You like it?” giggled Rachel.

“I guess I have been a little jealous of Sasha’s mirror.  But the entire door?  It doesn’t even have a handle any more.”

“Probably won’t close, either.”

Tara shrugged.  “Eh, it’s not like I’m getting any privacy from you two anyway.”

“Do you want any?” asked Sasha, worriedly.  “We can give you some room.”

Tara picked Sasha up in a ferocious bear hug that made her squeak.  “Cuddles are good.  I was never particularly body-shy to start with.”

“Aha!  So you are an exhibitionist,” exclaimed Rachel, eyeing Tara’s naked body appreciatively.

Tara set Sasha back down as she shook her head.  “Only around you two.  Not around men.”

“Still bothered by the looks?” asked Rachel.  “I thought you were doing better.”

“I am!  Much better.  Still not interested in them seeing me naked.”

Rachel laughed and nodded.  “Good.  On both counts.  I like having your naked body all to myself.”

“Ahem,” said Sasha, raising her hand.

“Okay, fine, I can share her with you.  And will.  But... for now I should get going.  You two have fun, and tell me all about it later.”

Once Rachel was out the door, Sasha snatched up the magic stress ball.  “Now, what to turn you into...”

“Can I have breakfast first?” asked Tara.

Sasha made a show of pondering the request, ticking off pros and cons on her fingers.  “Oh, I suppose I can allow it.  This time.  But you’re not allowed to complain about being helpless when I wear you.”

Tara blushed as she stared at Sasha’s chest.  “I... don’t think that will be a problem.”

Sasha gave her chest a wiggle.  “Sure you don’t want to hop right on?  Sexy boobies are where you belong.”

Tara tore her eyes away with some effort, and stepped into the kitchen nook to make a quick bowl of cereal.  When she was halfway done eating, there was a knock at the door.  Sasha headed toward the door, while Tara darted for her room.

Sasha opened the door to see their neighbour from down the hall.  “Oh, hey Elaine.  Are you okay?  You look...”

Elane shook her head.  “I... look, you two play with magic, right?”

Tara entered the common area, tying a robe around her waist.  She gestured for Elaine to come inside, then looked the other woman over.  She was wearing a shapeless black zip-up hoodie, and was hunching forward as if to hide something.  To further that impression, her left hand was buried in the sleeve.  “What’d you do to yourself?”

Elaine sighed as the door closed behind her.  “You won’t think I’m crazy?”

Sasha and Tara shared a look.  “Well...  Probably, but we like crazy,” said Tara, getting a giggle from her sweetie.

Elaine unzipped the hoodie, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a shirt under it.  More notably, she had about a dozen breasts of varying sizes unevenly scattered across her chest.  Her usual two were much bigger than normal, each as large as her head, and both had smaller breasts topping them where the nipples should be.

Tara and Sasha both stared appreciatively.  “Nice,” said Tara after a moment.

Elaine giggled uncomfortably.  “It was, yeah.  But our boob-ball usually wears off after a couple hours.  We played boob poker last night, and... um... Crissy lost.  She’s still immobile.  I’m still stuck.  But I overheard you talking about some sort of duration changer, so I hoped you’d know why.”

Tara glanced at the spell charger and winced.  “Oops.  I guess the charger spills into your apartment too.  Thin walls, go figure.  We usually only run it for a few hours at night, but I took it off the timer to get Sasha stuck a couple days ago, and...  Yeah.  I’ll put it back on the timer.”

Tara did so, and to Elaine’s relief she started to change back almost immediately.  She hugged Tara tight, her chest slowly dwindling and shifting against Tara’s chest in a most appealing way that she tried very hard to ignore.  “There you go.  All better.”

Elaine giggled as she stepped away from Tara, revealing her usual barely-a-handful breasts.  “Pity.  It’d be nice if I could get ‘stuck’ with bigger boobs.”

“Two hours at a time sounds like you could have plenty of fun even so,” mused Sasha.

Elaine nodded along with her.  “Oh yeah.  It’d be nice to have a little more time to go out clubbing with big boobs.  And getting turned into a helpless pile of... erm...”  She blushed.  “Look, I should probably go.”

Tara smirked.  “Don’t run on our account.  We’d like to see your toy in action.”

“You would?” squeaked Elaine.  “Oh.  I...”

“Boob poker for five, some night?” asked Sasha with a grin.

“Um... boob poker usually ends up naked and in bed.  I... you seem nice, but I’m happy with Crissy, you know?”

Tara nodded understandingly.  “Sorry for pushing.  I’m just... getting used to all of this.  I seem to be in love with two women, and don’t quite understand the boundaries yet.  Sasha?”

Sasha giggled.  “I’d be happy to play boob poker with you guys any time.  Bed or no bed.”

“Um...  I’ll talk to Crissy about it.  And... maybe you can leave the charger running today?”

Tara smirked and plugged it back in.  “Send us a text if you’re worried about getting stuck for too long.”

Elaine giggled.  “Could you turn it off for half an hour tomorrow morning?”

Tara changed some settings on the timer, then put the charger back on the timer.  “There.  Off from six to eight in the morning.  Now you can be stuck all night, but still get to work.”

“Eee!  Thanks.”  Elaine hugged Tara again, then darted out the door with her hoodie still flapping open.

“Well,” said Sasha after a few minutes.  “That was certainly something.”

“Yep.  She looked good with the extras.”

Sasha tilted her head as she considered the point..  “More than four seems excessive.  Unless you had extra arms, or more people to play with...”

Tara scooped the ball up from the counter where Sasha had left it, and started to squeeze.

“Hey!  I was going to make you my bra,” protested Sasha.

“Oh, you’ll still need a bra,” said Tara as she tossed the ball at Sasha.  “A very special one.”

Sasha looked down at her expanding chest and laughed.  “I see”  She cupped her burgeoning chest and felt something squishy underneath.  “Four cups, is it?”  She stripped her shirt off and headed to Tara’s room to check herself out in the new door-sized mirror there.  “Nice work.”

“Gilding the lily,” demurred Tara.  “You put the idea in my head.”

“And now none of my bras will fit.  How tragic,” she said with a sigh and a smirk.  “How long until the ball is ready again?”

“That looked like about a day’s charge, so... a couple hours, with the charger running.  Less if I get my door back.”

“Bras don’t need doors.”

Tara laughed at Sasha’s attempt to sound imposing.  “That’s how it’s going to be, is it?  Fine.  Then you’ll have to wait... or...”  She turned to her closet and pulled out a body pillow with Rachel’s image printed along it.  “This was a pair of leggings.  I don’t need a Rachel pillow when I can have the real thing.”

Sasha smacked the pillow with the ball she was holding, and in moments the ball was ready to use once more.  She tossed the resulting leggings into a hamper, then turned to Tara.  “Ready to be a very special bra for the day?”

“Just the day?” asked Tara.

“You have to work tomorrow.  What, am I supposed to laugh evilly and make you think I’m going to leave you stuck?”

Tara giggled.  “I guess not.  Does it bother you when I do that?”

Sasha slunk closer to Tara, pressing all four of her breasts against the taller and more muscular woman.  “You get all possessive when you do it.  I like it.  My pretty, supportive bra.”

Sasha slapped the ball on Tara’s rump, and the glow enveloped Tara then flowed over Sasha as well.  She pulled back when she realized the mistake she’d made, but it was too late.  As Tara crumpled to the floor, Sasha’s skin was turning cobalt blue, the same colour as the four-cup bra sitting on the ground.  Sasha stumbled away, heading toward the charger in the kitchen, but before she got there her arms went soft and flappy.  She still struggled with the cable, but was unable to get enough leverage to pull it out, and as her transformation continued her struggles got weaker and weaker.

Tara sighed mentally as she heard Sasha curse then go quiet.  She supposed such misadventures were inevitable.  Rachel would fix it when she got home, or if not, she figured Sasha took long enough to change that she’d turn back once the timer kicked out.  In the morning.  She berated herself for her eagerness, then stopped worrying and let herself relax into the simple existence of a fancy, four-cupped bra.

Tara woke to the sound of Rachel giggling.  “Have you been stuck on the floor all day?  I really can’t leave you two alone, can I?”

Tara wanted to explain the situation, but just as she thought of the perfect thing to say she realized she was still a bra.  So she lay there, helpless, then swung by Rachel’s hands as she was scooped into the air.

“Oooh, four cups.  Someone was having fun.  What on earth happened?”

Tara dangled helplessly from Rachel’s hand, fluttering as she was carried elsewhere.  She heard the sharp click of the spell charger’s switch being toggled, presumably to “discharge” mode.  Then more fluttering as Rachel strode somewhere else.  Tara wasn’t sure where, but she heard the apartment door slam behind them.  That meant she was waving in the breeze for all their neighbours to see.

Tara tried to get offended by that idea, but they had enough cute female neighbours the idea of being seen in her state was instead appealing.  Maybe they’d want to wear her!

Someone in the hallway asked about her, wondering why Rachel had a four-cupped bra, to which Rachel replied, “that’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

A little later, Sasha’s voice called from the distance, and Tara fluttered behind Rachel on the way back to the apartment.  Soon she settled into place, holding up Sasha’s four breasts as she was designed to.  Sasha’s purred “you are a very good and comfortable bra indeed” was enough to tumble Tara back into thinking like a thing, content to be what she was.

The dancing that followed somewhat later was lovely indeed, and “comfortable bra” was giddy at being so used.  The handwash afterward lulled her to sleep.

*** *** ***

Tara woke abruptly as she heard Sasha call out her name.  A moment later she felt the ball hit her, and soon her body sprouted the usual number of limbs once more.  She blinked in the daylight as she sat up.  “What time is it?”

Sasha grinned at her.  “Monday afternoon, ten to two.  You have a client at two, Rachel said.”

Tara swore and set about getting dressed.  Sasha offered to be her leggings once more, and Tara took her up on the offer eagerly.  She regretted rushing through her lovely leggings’ change so quickly she barely noticed it, but she had to get moving to get to the gym on time.

Dawn was waiting at the counter as Tara arrived, all sweaty and still a little out of sorts.  “Hey, Dawn, I hope you haven’t been here long.”

Dawn shook her head.  “Just got here a moment before you did.  I’m impressed by your punctuality on a day off.  Thank you.”

Tara chuckled softly and patted her leggings.  “Thank Sasha, she remembered to change me back in time.  Barely.  I’m still muddle-headed and wondering why I’m not a bra.”

“A bra?” asked Dawn, incredulously.  “You were a bra?”

“My life has become... complicated, ever since Sasha inherited a magic ball.  I ended up owning her, for one.”

Dawn’s eyes widened comically.  “You own her?  What did she do to deserve that?”

Tara led Dawn out to the machines, and promised more of the story for each set.  Dawn listened eagerly, asking questions when she could catch her breath.

“Is she really happy?” asked Dawn when they were done.  “I got stuck for a week, once, and hated it.  Thankfully my brother was still in town to come to my rescue.”

“What happened?” asked Tara as she grabbed a towel from the rack and handed it to Dawn.

Dawn wiped herself down then stared at the towel clenched in her hands.  “I got turned into a bra form.  I wasn’t stealing the bra, I just wanted to see it in better light!  The shop had some kind of magical security wards.  The owner lets people go at the end of the day... unless they’re negative valued.  Then she rotates the displays, letting go of the oldest and replacing it with the new one...”

“I still can’t believe that’s legal.  And I own someone!  Why were you negative?”

Dawn made a face.  “Graphic design work is always hit or miss.  I’d had a bad run for a bit, and...” she shrugged.  “I’ve been more careful since then, to try to keep a steady flow of income.  This last project though...  Bastards are stalling me on the payment.”

Tara tilted her head curiously.  “Why would they do that?”

“I don’t know!  I’ve worked with them a bunch of times, that’s why I was willing to go on spec for such a big project.  They usually pay up right on time, but if they don’t cough up by Wednesday, my re-evaluation will go through without the payment.”

“And you’ll go negative.”

Dawn sat heavily on a bench and her head drooped.  “I’ll be screwed.  Danny’s back home with the folks, so there’s nobody here that’ll miss me.  I’m going to go hassle them tomorrow, but...”

“Someone there knows your re-evaluation is due,” suggested Tara.  “Maybe they’ve had their eye on you for a while.”

Dawn’s head snapped up to stare at Tara.  “Oh hell.  That ass, Gordon, the way he looks at me...  I’m so hosed if he finds me after Wednesday.  He’ll turn me into some kind of sick trophy.  Yuck.  What am I going to do?”

Tara smiled at her sweetly.  “I do know of a place for wayward transformees...”

“You do?”

Tara’s smile grew to more of a smirk.  “My closet.  I let Sasha out all the time.  As soon as you get paid you can get re-evaluated.”

Dawn eyed her warily.  “And until I get paid, I’m your bra?”

Tara shrugged and indicated her lack of pectoral protrusion.  “I don’t wear bras.  I could use a new headband...”

Dawn wrinkled her nose.  “Ew.  Got anything less sweaty?”

“Well...  My leggings use a bra on their human days.  Sasha’s really pretty, you’d like her.”

“Let me meet her, then.  I barely know you.  Penny trusts you, so that’s something, but I need to know this isn’t as insane as it sounds.”

“Grab a shower, and we’ll head to my place if you’re free.  I’ll change her back, and we’ll see how things go from there.  I suspect one of the three of us will get worn...”

Dawn looked at Tara curiously.  “And you wouldn’t mind if it was you?”

Tara grinned.  “I spent the last day as Sasha’s bra.  Dancing was great fun.”

“What if she’d tried to keep you?” fretted Dawn.

“I’ve got oodles of family connections in this town.  They’re probably already hunting for me, I missed church the past two weeks.  I should probably call Mom.”

“You do that, I’ll...  Look, I’m running out of time, but I’m not out yet.  See you Wednesday?”

Tara nodded.  “Take care.”

Instead of calling her mother, Tara decided to use her free afternoon to go visit instead.  It wasn’t quite so long a bus ride plus walk as going to the Catgirl Emporium, and she really had no excuse.

Her mother was thrilled to see her on her doorstep.  “We worried about you!  Why didn’t you call?”

Tara sighed.  “Life got... interesting.”  She explained about Sasha’s new toy while her mother made a pot of tea and set out a plate of home-made cookies.  They moved to the living room and the comfortable seats there while Tara explained how Rachel had gotten involved.

“Hold up, just a bit.  Why did Rachel move in?  Didn’t Sasha need the room?”

Tara patted her legs unconsciously, then her eyes widened as she realized she was in fact still wearing Sasha.  “After I turned her into leggings as revenge for transforming me a bunch of times, I... oh Mama, I kept her that way.  I know it was wicked of me, but...”  Tara sighed, trying to figure out how best to explain her absurd lust for transforming Sasha, eventually deciding against bringing it up at all.

“Then what?” prompted her mother.

“Sasha ended up losing her job, which she hated.  She didn’t mind that.  The problem was the DME wanted me to pay a bunch of money for transforming her.  To save my financial life, she signed paperwork that means I can turn her into whatever I want and keep her.”  Tara took a deep breath, and patted her leggings again.  “She’s my leggings right now.”

“Tara Jeanne Stark.  You did no such thing.”

Tara bowed her head.  “I did, Mama.  She’s really happy this way, she loves my legs.  Well... all of me, really.”

“And what about you?  Do you love her too?  Because if you don’t...”

Tara held up her hands defensively against her mother’s glare.  “I do, Mama.  I really do.  And I love Rachel, and it has all gotten so complicated and tied up in the magic.  I spent yesterday as Sasha’s bra, and...”  Tara blushed.  “All three of us have had fun changing the others, and being changed.”

“Hm.  I suppose there’s no chance of you marrying that nice Reynolds boy, is there?”

“Sorry mother.  I’m not attracted to boys.  At all.  Rachel and Sasha on the other hand...”  Tara gazed into the distance, a goofy smile on her face.

“Well then, we’ll just have to meet these sweeties of yours.  Invite them over to dinner.”

“What, now?  Tonight?”

“That would be lovely, dear.”  While her tone was light, Tara’s mother’s gaze was anything but.

“Yes, Ma.”

Tara called Rachel, gave her directions, and asked her to bring some spare leggings and some clothes for Sasha.  While they waited for her, Tara’s mother caught her up on all the family gossip.  Apparently one of her cousins had gotten a job as a store mannequin, which had caused quite a degree of consternation.

Rachel arrived an hour later, rescuing Tara from even more tales of who was feuding with who over this or that minor slight.  Tara hugged her at the doorway, then pulled her forward to meet her mother.  “Rachel, this is my mother.  Mama, Rachel.”

“Charmed, I’m sure.”

Rachel managed a half smile.  “What’s all this about?”

“Mama wants to meet you and Sasha.  Since we’re... whatever we are.”

“Lovers, and hoping to be more?” asked Rachel.

Tara’s cheeks pinkened slightly, but she smiled.  “Something like that.”

“Good, you’re admitting it at last.”

Tara glanced toward her mother in puzzlement.  “You knew?”

Mrs. Stark laughed heartily.  “Honey, you’ve been mooning after Rachel for years.”

“I have not!”

“She talks about you pretty much every time she comes to visit,” Tara’s mother told Rachel.  “I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to figure it out.”

“She had some stuff to work out first,” replied Rachel, smiling at Tara and taking her hand.  “We’re getting through it.  All this craziness with the magic has helped a lot.”

“Oh!  That’s right.  Sasha’s invited to dinner too.  C’mon.”  Tara dragged Rachel off to her old room, and did her best to ignore her mother’s knowing grin as she did so.

“Shirt off,” ordered Tara once the door was close.

Rachel grinned and pulled her T-shirt off.  “Why?”

The ball was glowing in Tara’s hands.  “So I can change it without changing you.”  She tossed the ball at the shirt, and Rachel dropped it before the glow got past her hand.

“Hey, watch it...”  Rachel stared at her hand as it paled to white silk, then reverted.

“No harm done.  And now you can dress for dinner.  And I’ve saved the charge from Sasha.”  Tara lifted the hem of her sundress and slapped the ball against her leggings.

Sasha wriggled out from under Tara’s dress and grinned up at her.  “I heard most of that.  So this is your room?”

Tara nodded, and handed Sasha the bag Rachel had brought.  Sasha pulled out a slightly wrinkled sundress, nodded, and slipped into the provided underwear then the dress itself.  “Presentable?”

“Easily.  It’s not like we’re seeing them on Sunday.  Then we’d need to be a little more formal.”

Sasha glanced over to Rachel and giggled.  “I see.”

Rachel was still staring at the cascade of white silk in her hands.  “What on earth did you make me?”

“Nothing, yet.  Maybe I’ll wear you home.”

“Hey!” protested Sasha.

Tara giggled.   “Or not.  It’s a dress that should look nice on you.  Put it on already.”

While Rachel was fussing with the dress, Sasha looked around the room.  Tara winced when she noticed.  Despite the obvious signs the room had been retasked as her mother’s sewing room, her old posters were still all over the walls.  “I was younger when I put those up.”

Sasha smirked.  “They’re all sexy women.  You’ve been in the closet for a long, long time.”

“Yeah.  What spooked me was Mom taking it in stride.  I hadn’t exactly meant to come out to her, but...”

“She knew.  She has to have known for a long time, love.  Look at this room.”

Tara sighed softly and nodded.  “Fair enough.  I guess I owe you both an apology for being an idiot.”

Sasha grabbed Tara’s hands and squeezed them in hers.  “No!  This stuff is hard at the best of times.  Besides, if you hadn’t taken years to figure it out, I might never have met you.  That would be the real shame.  You and Rachel might be off married somewhere...  Woah.”

Tara turned to follow Sasha’s gaze, and smiled.  Rachel was standing there looking flustered and uncertain in an elegant white gown, that covered from shoulders to ankles.  Despite the modest neckline, the way the lustrous silk clung to the curves of her body made it look positively scandalous.  “What do you think?”

“Yum,” said Sasha immediately.  “So jealous.”

Tara smiled.  “You look beautiful.  I could make a dress like that for you, Sasha.”

“Don’t want the dress.  Want to be the dress.  You are turning me into that tonight, and we’re going dancing.”

“After dinner, I promise.”

The three of them headed back downstairs, to find that Tara’s father had arrived and dinner was being set out on the table.  Once the table was set, Tara’s mother waited by her chair.  “Do you have something to say, Tara?”

Tara gulped and nodded.  “Mom, Dad, these are Rachel and Sasha.  My ... loves.  I am very, very gay and I’m sorry it took so long to figure it out.”

“Can’t say as I’m surprised,” said Mr. Stark.  “Your mother was so sure.”

Tara laughed ruefully.  “I know, I know.”

“It’s alright, dear,” said her mother.  “It’s much harder to see in yourself than others.”

Tara narrowed her eyes at that, sensing a story behind it.  Her mother shook her head so she gave a slight shrug in return but made a mental note to talk to her about it some other time.

“I am in love with both of these wonderful women, and we’re building a weird, magical life together that I wouldn’t give up for anything.  How that will work out, I don’t think any of us know, but we’ll try our best to make it work for all of us.  Right, girls?”

“Right!” they chorused.

Mrs. Stark studied them a little longer, then nodded and sat at the table.  The others followed suit.  Mr. Stark said a brief grace, and then they ate appreciatively, with little talking until their plates were clean.

After dinner, Tara got grilled about owning Sasha, and whether or not she was taking proper care of her.  Her father emphasized that it was important to take responsibility for one’s actions, and do the right thing.

Sasha waited until they were done, and explained that she had never once felt as if Tara was abusing her.  “I asked for this.  Initially by my actions, but I have put it in words, and in writing.  I took this path willingly, and with a glad heart.”

“It seems a bit extreme to give up one’s humanity,” mused Tara’s mother.

“Mother,” protested Tara.  “She’s happy.  I’m happy.  I’m taking very good care of her, and she’s taking good care of me.  She cooks much better than I do, and helps clean.”

“And for this, you’re turning her into leggings?”

Tara nodded.  “It’s what she wants.  Instead of days of exhausting work in a run-down old grocery store, she spends them on my legs.”

“So you’re supporting her in indolence?” asked Tara’s father, with a twinkle in his eye.

“Indolence!” protested Tara.  “She does so much around the house, and she’s not only wonderful to wear, she takes very good care of me when I’m the one being worn.”

“Tara!” protested her mother.  “You don’t.”

“I do.  I like it, as a way to spend a restful afternoon, or a day off.  So much time snuggled up against her...”  Tara sighed wistfully.  “Cuddling as humans is best, but as clothing you get to cuddle for much longer.”

“So it’s more a quantity over quality issue?”

Tara considered her father’s question.  “In part.  If you’re starving, quantity matters more.”

“Starving?” protested her mother.  “We never starved you of attention.”

“I’m not here much any more, Mama.  A hug a week doesn’t cut it.”

Mrs. Stark smiled at her daughter fondly.  “So you do learn, eventually.  Good.  And is Rachel good for cuddling as well?”

Tara grinned at her friend and lover.  “Oh yes.  But it’s a very different experience from Sasha.  Hard versus soft.  Both are wonderful.  Variety is good.  That’s part of the transformation thing, too... variety of experience.  I’m glad of the chance to have a seven-course meal of tactile experiences.”

Rachel and Sasha both grinned at that.  “We’re going to have to step up our game.  Seven courses, you say?”

Sasha nodded.  “Seven.  You’re one, and I’m another.  The bra is three, and you-know-what is four.  I suppose catgirl would count for five.  But then we need something sharp for a cheese plate, and a decadent dessert.”

Tara blushed and buried her face in her hands as she realized what “you-know-what” was, and hoped her parents wouldn’t ask.  Thankfully, they didn’t, and conversation moved on to less embarrassing topics.

Sooner than she’d have liked, her father got up and offered the three of them a lift home.  Tara smiled at her sweeties and accepted.  On the way to the door, Rachel called “Shotgun!”, and the others laughed.

“Hey, if she can call shotgun,” said Sasha.  “I call dress.  I’ve humaned enough today.  Time to make good on your promise.”

Rachel turned back to watch.  Tara quickly squeezed the ball to a bright glow, and lobbed it gently enough Sasha could easily have dodged.  She did not, and swiftly melted into a puddle of black satin.  Tara scooped it up and darted into the powder room to quickly change out of her plain dress and into her very special one.  She praised her lovely dress as it clung tight to her curves, and felt a delicate extra swish at her ankles from the little mobility she’d given it.

“Happy now, my sexy dress?”

Another swish, this time more emphatic.

Tara danced out to the main hall, and stopped when she saw her father’s look.  “What?”

“That’s... Sasha?”

Tara nodded.  “My sexy dress loves being like this.  It’s even able to swish a bit to show me.”

He sighed and shook his head.  “I don’t get it, but I don’t have to.  You’re all happy?”

“Deliriously so.”

Tara’s mother smiled.  “Let them be, love.  You remember what it was like.”

To Tara’s immense surprise, her father blushed, nodded silently, and headed out the door.

Once they were on the road, Tara pestered her father about the blush and what her mother had meant, but he clammed up and stuck to driving.  All too soon, they were piling out in front of Tara’s apartment.

“Thanks for the ride, Dad.  Love you both.”

“Anytime, hon.  It’s not that far.”

Tara sighed.  “It is by bus.”

“I’d be happy to pick you up and drive you home for dinner any time.  Call more often, or your mother will worry.”

“I will.  Thanks again!”

Once he’d driven off, Rachel glanced up from her phone.  “Nothing good is open tonight.  And you have to work tomorrow.”

Tara pouted.  “Bah.  I promised dancing.”

“So we’ll dance.  Upstairs, in our place, with nobody to watch but each other.  Trust me, I can make it fun.”

Tara nodded, and followed Rachel upstairs.  Once they got to the apartment, Rachel got Tara to help her move the coffee table to one side, to give them a little more room to dance.  There still wasn’t much.  She set her phone on the table, and started a playlist.  The tabletop helped amplify the acoustics, but it was far softer than club music.

When Rachel pulled her into a dancing grip, Tara stopped thinking about the music, or clubs, and just let herself flow into the dance.  Her skirts swirled happily with her as they spun and danced in their little space.

The last song was a slow, throaty number, and Rachel pulled Tara close.  Their dresses slid against each other delightfully, and Tara presumed in one case delightedly...  Then thoughts of wearing Sasha were sent spinning away by a ferocious kiss from Rachel.

As the playlist ended, Rachel stepped away from Tara.  “Promise kept.”

Tara grinned at her.  “I believe I owe you one, as well.  Something about using you as a toy?  Now, I believe I’ll need someone to use it on...”

Tara slithered out of her dress, and then pulled the magic ball from her purse.  It was dark and grey, but instead of restoring Sasha, she threw it at Rachel, causing her dress to shrink back to a simple t-shirt once more.  Rachel glanced down at it and grinned.  “That’s more like it.  But aren’t you going to change Sasha back?”

Rachel scooped the ball up again, and gave it a single squeeze before dropping it onto her dress.  The dress slowly inflated, and its skirt became a pair of legs.  Once the legs were full grown, a pair of fuzzy paws appeared on their ends.  The same thing happened with the arms that came next, and the head that popped up was Sasha’s, but two black-furred triangular ears poked through close-cropped black fur where her hair should have been.

Sasha scrambled to her paws, then to standing.  She checked herself out, and noticed the swishing tail following her motions.  “Eee, so cute!  Thanks!”  She snuggled up against Tara, purring happily.

“Catgirl’s a good reason to change her, but why from the dress?” asked Rachel.

“Because this way, when the timer turns the charger off in the morning...”

“I’ll turn back into the dress?” gasped Sasha.  “Oooh, that’s brilliant.  I’m a dress that thinks I’m a catgirl.  I love it!”

Rachel picked up the ball, and gave it a squeeze.  “Short change, fast recharge.  Very clever trick.”  She kept squeezing until there was a day’s worth of glow, then tossed the ball straight up.  It nearly touched the ceiling, then fell back down to land on her head.  The light engulfed her, then she slithered and shrunk.

Tara looked down at the floor where Rachel had been standing.  “Oh.  Oh wow...”  Lying there was a helix of tentacles, one yellow, one orange, and one red to match Rachel’s hair.  They narrowed and merged into a bulbous tip at one end, and the base from which they emerged was an oddly angled bulb.  The tentacles squirmed slightly as Tara picked them up, but couldn’t move far.  “What on earth?”

“I’ve seen ones sort of like that,” offered Sasha.  “The bulb bit goes inside you, so it sort of... anchors better.  Supposedly it’s like having a real cock.”

Tara slipped her panties off, then carried her new toy toward the bedroom.  “I’ve had one, so I’ll be able to judge...”

“Oh, that’s right!  Was it fun?  Do you mind doing it again?”

Tara grinned as she watched Sasha scurry past her and hop up onto the bed.  “Yes, and I’m looking forward to it.  Both of you seem eager for me to play that part.”

“Too eager?” asked Sasha eagerly.

“Give me a hand getting this thing in place and you’ll find out...”

The tentacles made their new toy especially slippery and squirmy, so it took their combined efforts and no little moaning from Tara to get it in place.  Once settled, Tara flopped to the bed, spent.  “Whoof.  Gonna need a minute after that.”

Tara squealed as she felt a pulse and wriggle between her legs.  “But it seems my new appendage has other ideas.”  She rolled to her hands and knees above Sasha.  “Ready?”

“Oh hell yes.  Get that squirmy cock of yours inside me already!”

“Yes boss!”  Tara positioned herself, and felt the thing practically lunge for Sasha.  It took little work to push the catgirl into a frenzy of yowling that made her idly wish she’d thought to buy a gag...

The feeling of power over Sasha was intoxicating, almost as much so as the sensations the toy was relaying by it’s squirming inside her.  Soon Tara was as incoherent as Sasha, and their frenzy lasted until both were exhausted.

As they lay cooling beside each other, the toy wriggled free.  Sasha petted it gently, then snuggled it up between her breasts.  “There.  Now we can all sleep together.”

Tara giggled.  “Planning to keep her like that?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind.”

Tara nuzzled lower to kiss her yellow, orange, and red sweetie, getting a happy wriggle in reply.  “I wouldn’t, either.”