Tara woke to the sound of a happy sigh from where Sasha had been a moment before.  The covers were collapsing into Sasha’s spot, and the hand that had been resting on Sasha’s side could still feel her warmth.  Tara sat up and pulled back the covers to reveal a brightly-coloured toy caught up in a slinky black dress.  She giggled.  “Oh wow.  Now you really are a dress that sometimes gets to be human.”

Tara scooped the toy up, carefully thinking of it as an object, a thing that she was going to keep.  She talked to it about how wonderful it had been, and how she was going to treasure it forever.  She gave it a good washing under warm water, cuddled it up in a soft towel, and set it back on the bed.

After a quick breakfast, Tara returned to the bedroom and used the magic ball to turn her dress into her favourite pair of workout leggings.  She glanced at the toy, debating her desire for a certain power top, but the magic ball still hadn’t recharged.  She left the toy where it was after a brief kiss and a murmured “I love you” that drew a happy squirm from it.

Work went well, up until Kickboxing 3.  Tara noticed partway through her class that her leggings were starting to wriggle, and only had a few moments to realize what it meant before she found herself wearing a very tight and very slinky dress instead.  Fortunately, the dress settled in place perfectly.  Unfortunately, it meant that when she showed off kicks, she was showing off rather more.

Most of the guys looked studiously away from her when that happened.  Except James, who grinned and sang, “I see London, I see France...  Cute panties.”

Tara laughed.  “Oops.  I can move well enough in this to carry on, can you guys just focus on the class?”

“Not without seeing your panties,” said James.

“That’s fine.  They’re clean.”

James nodded, and the others followed his lead.  Tara did a little sparring with some of them toward the end of the class, and found that the fluttering of the skirt helped to distract her opponents.

After class, James approached her.  “That dress really works on you.  Going to make it a regular thing?”

“It’s tempting.  It is very comfortable, and doesn’t restrict my movements as much as I’d have thought.  I’ll have to get some replacement leggings to wear under my very lovely dress.”  She gave the dress a loving pat.

James chuckled.  “Cool.  Catch you later!”

Tara discussed the idea with Penny, who seemed a bit skeptical at first until Tara showed off a few high kicks.

“How does that dress even stay in place?”

“Magic,” giggled Tara.

“Rachel or Sasha?”

“The latter.  I try not to use their names while they’re lovely dresses or other things, it helps to keep them in the right mindset.”

Penny eyed her.  “Just them?”

Tara smiled back at her boss.  “Okay, yes.  I love it as well.  Treating them as things, thinking of them as things.  Beloved things.”

“Will Rachel be in for her shift, tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course.  There’s play, and there’s work.”

“Glad you know the difference.”

When she got home, Tara used a short-term change to restore Sasha to mostly human, with only cat-ears and a tail to show otherwise.  “Hey love, how are you doing?”

Once Sasha could move again, she snuggled up against Tara.  “Lovely.  Aw, foo, I can’t purr this time.”

“That can be fixed... but can I talk you into cooking while you still have hands?”

“Don’t need a human head or throat to cook.”

A ball toss later Sasha ended up with a cat’s head, and what looked like a fur jacket, but perfectly normal hands and legs.  She meowed at Tara appreciatively after checking herself out in the mirror.

Tara watched her with a grin teasing at her lips.  “Not too silly?”

Sasha patted down her chest, finding not two, but three pairs of breasts there, each smaller than the last.  She purriped at Tara happily, and headed into the kitchen.

There were a few stray cat hairs in dinner, but Tara didn’t complain.

After dinner they returned to the bedroom and the toy sleeping there.  Tara found it just as empowering as the previous night, and Sasha made her approval well known.

Tara washed the toy, tucked it back between Sasha’s breasts, and kissed both her lovers goodnight.

*** *** ***

Wednesday morning, Tara teased the toy about its proper place.  She left it to stew for a while, then retrieved the ball.  It was charged, so Tara turned one of her old toys into a copy of her new favourite but in shades of blue instead.  Then she restored the yellow, orange and red toy to human form, and watched as Rachel slowly sat up in bed, looking dazed.

“Back?”

Rachel shook her head mutely

“I expect you still think you’re the best toy ever.  If you can remember your name, you get breakfast.  Otherwise... back to bed for good.”

Rachel licked her lips, tested her voice with some soft humming, then narrowed her eyes.

“Do you remember yet?”

“Yes, but your offer is tempting.”  She sighed, and rose from the bed.  “No.  Rachel has a job to do.  Toy’s job was fun, but... limiting.”  Rachel glanced back at the bed then grinned.  “Oooh, you made a copy?”

“Hell yes.”

“Can I fuck you with it tonight?”

Tara winced and shook her head.  “Not yet.”

Rachel snuggled up against her and hugged her tight.  “Not ever is okay.  I can use it on Sasha.  While she’s wearing you.”

Tara blushed.  “It’s a date.  Tonight.”

“Oooh, I might get a good dinner out of it too?  Sweet.”

They jogged to work together, then went their separate ways within the gym.

Dawn showed up early for her training session.  She spoke little during it, but her sour expression told the tale.  She pushed herself even harder than before, straining against the machines as if doing so would help put the world to rights.  Tara recognized the expression, it was one she’d worn often enough.

Once Dawn was cooling down, Tara grabbed a couple bottles of water and sat down beside her.  Dawn accepted one with a grateful smile, took a deep swig, then sighed.  “That closet offer still open?”

“No luck on the payment?”

Dawn shook her head wearily.  “Accounting says the project is ‘under review for contracting irregularities’.  Should have had multiple bidders instead of being handed off to me.”

“That bites.  Do you still think it’s deliberate, trying to make you vulnerable?”

Dawn slumped.  “I don’t know any more.  It doesn’t matter.  As of the end of business today, I’m worthless.”

“You’re not worthless!” snapped Tara immediately.

“DME says otherwise.  I’m not even sure they’re wrong.  I don’t want to give up and retreat back to my folks like my brother did, but...  The whole graphic design gig hasn’t exactly been a shining success, you know?”

“Really?  I’m sure you must have made some cool stuff along the way.”

Dawn smiled and nodded.  “Oh yeah!  I mean, advertising campaign stuff mostly, but this last campaign I was given full creative freedom, and the posters are fantastic.  I just wish I could be around to see them in use.”

“You will be.”

“Bras don’t get out much.”

“They get to go out dancing,” encouraged Tara.  “Under a sheer enough top...”

“Wait, bras can see?” asked Dawn incredulously.

Tara nodded.  “If a shape has eyes, it can see, so I think it could be done.  Might be hard to make it not look creepy, but if that’s what you want...”

Dawn studied her for the better part of a minute.  “You care about how your possessions are treated.”

“They’re still people.  Sure, I get a thrill from turning them into things.  I also want to keep them happy,” Tara said, with a little too much emphasis on ‘keep’.  “If you hate being a bra, we’ll figure something else out.”

“I haven’t even agreed yet, and you’re already imagining how I’ll look on your... what is Sasha to you, anyway?”

“Right now?  This dress.”

Dawn chuckled.  “I was wondering about that.  It’s an odd choice for a gym, but you move well in it.”

“Kickboxing is even more fun.”

That got a full-on laugh.  “Then maybe I’ll try a class with you before my membership expires.”

Dawn went on to spend the day tagging along with Tara, watching some classes, participating in others.  When Tara was done, she followed her and Rachel out the door.

At the apartment, Rachel glanced back at Dawn.  “Don’t look now, but we have a stalker.”

“More of a stray,” said Tara, gesturing Dawn into the apartment once she’d opened the door.

Rachel eyed Dawn appreciatively.  “I suppose we could find room for another.”

“I was thinking more like closet space,” commented Tara lightly as the door closed behind her.  She grinned wickedly at Dawn.

Dawn glanced away and down at the floor.  “Better than that bastard’s toy.”

“Oh, cheer up.  Do you want to meet Sasha?  She’s the one who will wear you.”

Dawn nodded mutely.  Rachel popped into her bedroom to swap her dress for a more casual T-shirt and leggings, then returned the dress in one hand and the ball in the other.  She set the dress down, gave the ball a quick squeeze, and dropped it onto the dress.  Arms and legs slowly emerged, then Sasha sat up.  “Hey.  What’s up with our new friend?”

“She’s about to be re-evaluated negative, and would prefer to be among friends when it happens,” explained Tara.  “I think she’d make a pretty bra for you.”

Sasha grinned.  “Oh!  That would be lovely.  Something super pretty to wear out dancing with you?”

“Under a see-through top,” added Tara.

Sasha took Dawn’s hands.  “Don’t fret.  I’ve been Tara’s clothes for weeks now, and it’s great.  She gives the best hand-washes, and being snuggled up to people you like is just so wonderful.”

“Just like?” asked Tara with a mock-hurt expression.

Sasha stuck her tongue out at Tara.  “I’m trying to reassure Dawn, who I doubt is in love with any of us.”

“I don’t know, the way she’s staring at your boobs she appears to be fixating on you,” teased Tara.

Dawn glanced away.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.  They’re lovely, and I don’t mind you looking.  Or touching, if you’d like.  If you’re going to take up residence, you should have some idea what you’re getting.”  Sasha stripped her shirt off, and then wriggled out of her bra.  “Don’t be shy.”

Dawn allowed Sasha to pull her hands to the busty woman’s breasts, and sighed happily as she held them.  “They are very nice breasts.”

“Imagine getting to hold them for hours and hours.”

Dawn giggled.  “Is it really like that?”

“One way to find out,” said Tara, holding up the magic ball.

Dawn shook her head.  “Not yet.  Got to wait for the re-evaluation, if you change me before my value drops...”

Tara set the ball back down.  “Fair enough.  Is there anything else to deal with?  Your apartment, clothes, that kind of stuff?”

“I rented a furnished place, and I only had a few outfits.  Nothing I’ll miss.  Or, um... need.  As a bra.”  Dawn patted the courier bag she’d been carrying.  “My only real possession is my laptop, I need it for my work.”

“Okay, we’ll keep it safe until your payment clears.  How will we know?”

Dawn pulled out her phone and its charger, then got directed to a plug on the kitchen counter.  Once the phone was set up and charging, she unlocked it and cleared the PIN.  “There.  My bank app will put up a notification when it arrives.”  She pulled up the DME app, and checked her value. “Huh.  Still not re-evaluated.”

“You can’t obsess over it and sit there to refresh it all night,” said Tara.  “Relax.  Let’s have some dinner, get to know each other a bit.”

Sasha cooked for them, and Tara used the ball to turn Dawn’s shoes into two more bar stools for around the kitchen counter.  Dawn watched in fascination as they transformed.  “It seems so easy.  How did you come across something so powerful?”

“Sasha inherited it.  But without the charger, which she also bought, everything would change back in time.”

“So why isn’t she the one wearing you?”

Tara shrugged.  “DME, in part.  And she does wear me from time to time, but I have a job I need to keep up with.  She got sick of hers, so...”

Sasha grinned.  “Best career move ever.”

“You really think so?” asked Dawn, searching Sasha’s expression.

Sasha nodded emphatically.  “No expenses, and lots of time snuggling my sweetie.  I do like that she lets me be human once in a while.”

“Doesn’t that make it harder to change back into a thing?” asked Dawn.  “I’m not sure I’d want that kind of bouncing back and forth.”

“The first couple of times going from thinking you are a thing to remembering you’re human it’s really disorienting, but you get used to it.”

“I suppose,” said Dawn, doubtfully.  “Being a bra form wasn’t like that.  I never forgot who I was.”

Sasha nodded.  “They probably didn’t try to push it.  And I guess some of that is being... you-shaped, still.  Fabric is nicer, and having a purpose...”  She sighed happily.  “It’s just so simple.”

“Simple is good... isn’t it?”  Dawn didn’t seem sure.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” said Sasha.  She brought plates to the counter.  “Here, eat up.  Food always makes things better.”

Dawn sat with the rest of them, and ate slowly.  Between bites, she fielded questions about her DME issues.  Sasha was sympathetic, but Rachel wondered why she hadn’t opted to look for a part-time job.

Dawn shrugged at that last question.  “Mostly a matter of time.  I was busy with the project until last week, and only found out about the re-evaluation problem a couple days ago.  At least the DME was nice enough to give me a few days grace, but those must be up by now.”

Dawn checked her phone, then shrugged.  “I guess it hasn’t gone through quite yet.  Any minute now I go from a productive member of society to...”

Tara’s phone chimed triumphantly, and she scooped it up.  “To a magical plaything.  Check again.”

Dawn refreshed her phone, and her expression fell.  “Fuck me.  Negative three thousand and change?  Would people actually get paid to transform me?”

Tara was tapping on her phone.  “Looks like... partial credit with the DME, if you register the transformation.”

“What are you doing?” asked Dawn, worriedly.

“DME has an app that notifies you when you’re near someone with low net value.  You can set the threshold to different levels.  It even has online forms.  There...  Registered potential owner.”

“Potential?”

Tara nodded.  “Have to actually transform you before it’ll go through.  Huh, there’s a few others in the queue.”

“What?” exclaimed Dawn.  “Who?”

“That Gordon guy you mentioned, someone named Trinian, and... Penny.  I guess she heard.”

“Your boss would change me?”

“If you’re behind on your fees, she might,” teased Rachel.

“I didn’t think she had anything that could... oh, right.  The petrifier.  But that only lasts for a few hours at a time, I thought.”

“The petrifier?” asked Dawn.

“It was a gimmick to encourage people to work harder in class, and chat less,” answered Tara.  “We’d display them out front.  Penny got in trouble for it when one of our displays missed an important meeting, so she stopped.  I guess she kept the petrifier around.  She might be kinkier than I figured.”

“So my choice is, whatever Gordon wants to do to me, a statue, or a bra?” asked Dawn.  “How is this even legal?”

Tara shrugged.  “Ask the DME, they’re the ones that make the rules.”

Dawn crossed her arms and pouted.  “This sucks.  How can I make such a choice?”

“Who said you get to?” asked Tara, holding up the ball, now glowing warmly.

Dawn stared at it, eyes bright.  “You’re just going to...”

Tara grinned at her.  “Yes.  You’re going to be a very sexy bra for Sasha here.  You’ll get washed and hung up to dry, and then you’ll have to wait until she’s human again.  It’ll be a quiet life, but we’ll treat you well.”

“Will...” Dawn hesitated.  “Will you ever change me back?”

“No.”

Tara tossed the ball gently and Dawn just watched it fly, transfixed.  Her expression shifted to one of wonder as her body softened into fabric.  “This feels...”

“Wonderful,” finished Sasha.  She picked up her new sleek black bra, and held it up to her chest.  “You do good work.”

Tara bowed to her.  “I live to serve.”

Sasha looked at the bra more closely.  In between the cups there was a little ribbon tied into a bow, and in the middle of the bow there was a shiny black button with a pale blue ring around it, the same colour as Dawn’s iris had been.  “An eye?”

“I promised your pretty new bra that it would still be able to see.”

Sasha studied it further, then nodded.  “It’ll barely show.  When I’m wearing it, the field of view won’t be very large.”

Tara smirked.  “It’ll be the loveliest view in the world.”

Sasha waggled her eyebrows at Tara.  “Careful, or I’ll turn you into its twin.  Or... ooh, matching panties.  Your turn to be tiny tonight.”

“Is it?  I thought we’d go week to week.”

Rachel shrugged. “I’m kind of toyed out.  Sleeping human after making love to Sasha while she’s wearing my favourite sexy panties?  That sounds really good.”

“Sexy panties,” reinforced Sasha, looking Tara in the eye.  “My sexy panties know where they want to be.”

Tara glanced down at the ball, suddenly wishing she hadn’t charged it up so far.  As if reading her mind, Rachel scooped it up and went off to the main bedroom.  When she returned, the ball was glowing in her hands.  Faintly, just enough for a short change.

“Only for the night?” asked Tara lightly.

“You’re the one that likes to change people permanently.  Or is there something going on in my sexy panties’ head?  Do my sexy panties want to risk being stuck forever?”

Tara licked her lips.  “I...  I can’t explain it.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to.  Just say ‘I want to be sexy panties’.  Admit what’s in your heart.”

“I want... I want you to tease sexy panties.  To remind them what they’ve given up.  Make them believe it’s forever, even if it’s just a game, just for tonight.”

“What’s your safeword?”

“Strawberry.”

“Can you use it while you’re panties?” asked Rachel, eyes boring intently into Tara’s.

“I... can’t.  So I’m setting limits now.  I have tomorrow off, you’re scheduled this Thursday.  Until I’m needed at work... I am sexy panties, with all that entails.”

Rachel squeezed the ball a few more times.  “That should do it.  If you’re here, near the charger, you won’t ever change back.  Tell me what you are.”

“I am sexy panties,” murmured Tara.

“Whose sexy panties?”

“Sasha’s...”

Rachel flicked the ball at her, and watched dispassionately as sexy panties dwindled from ex-person to wisp of black fabric.  “All yours, Sasha.”

Sasha petted the panties softly, cooing ridiculous things to them, about how wonderful they looked, how sexy they were.

Rachel watched with a grin on her face.  “Having fun?”

“Oh yes.  I want my sexy panties to have a very good time.  Good enough to stay... forever,” Sasha husked.

Rachel shook her head, but didn’t say anything to dispel the illusion.

Sexy panties thrilled at the word “forever”, and when they felt their owner slide them up sexy, curvy legs, they knew they’d made the right choice.  Then there was touching, and stroking, and wonderful sensations of warmth and stickiness...  Bliss.

Sexy panties spent the night on Sasha’s hips, then had a lovely hand wash in the morning.  Being laid out to dry on a sunny windowsill felt almost as good as being used.  Then they were folded up, and tucked into a drawer where they passed into darkness and slept nestled among silkiness.

Tara woke abruptly, sitting up as the ball tumbled off her chest.  She stared up into Sasha’s smiling face.  “Good morning, Tara.  How are you feeling?”

Tara streeetched her arms above her head, then shook them out.  “Lovely.  Last night... was it only one night?”

Sasha nodded.  “You have a day off ahead of you.  Time to be lazy, or worn, or...”

Tara bounced out of bed.  “Time to clean.”

“But that’s my job...”

Tara put one knee on the bed and leaned in to smooch Sasha on the lips.  “Your job is to wear sexy clothing for me.  Including me, some of the time.  You really had me going last night.  I would have stayed.”

Sasha smiled at her.  “Sexy panties.”

Tara’s mind filled with images of the night before, with the sensation of a tongue pressing fabric against Sasha.  Her body shuddered through a quiet little orgasm that very nearly tumbled her to the bed.  “God.  So good.  How?”

“You’re just that into it.  Ready to eat me out, yet?”

Tara smiled at her.  “Ah... your true motive at last.”

Sasha giggled.  “You do make wonderful panties, but I want more.  I want to go out dancing in sexy clothes, then bring you home and make wonderful, delicious love with you.”

“And Rachel?”

“A dental dam, so you don’t get too squicked the first time.”

Tara shuddered at the image.  “Tonight?”

Sasha’s smile grew wider.  “What I really want is a romantic night where you won’t be worried about work.  Sunday night.  Dinner, dancing and then you turn Rachel into satin sheets so we can make love on top of her.”

“It’s a date,” panted Tara.  “But what about today?”

“Today, the three of us go out for dinner as humans, for once.  Rachel’s off early, maybe we can go see a movie?”

“Human, hmm?” asked Tara, smiling. “I suppose I can manage that.  Since you seem so keen on it.”

Sasha got off the bed and moved in for a snuggly hug.  “I do love being your leggings.  But this is better.”

Tara squeezed Sasha tight enough to make her squeak, then worried she might have hurt her.  Sasha just cuddled in even tighter.  “I cannot believe how long I went without this.”

“I’m glad it worked out as it did.  Cuddles matter.”

Tara kissed Sasha on top of her head.  “They do.  Thank you, love.”

Sasha made french toast for the two of them, and Tara ate appreciatively.  As promised, she helped around the apartment.  With the two of them working together it didn’t take long to get it back to Sasha’s exacting standard.  They spent the afternoon exploring, and some of that time enjoying a little neighbourhood park Tara hadn’t even known existed.

When they returned, Tara used the ball to change one of Sasha’s old tops into a daring mesh shirt that wasn’t so much translucent as nearly transparent.  Sasha slipped it on over her pretty bra, and posed for Tara.

Rachel arrived for part of the show, and applauded it enthusiastically.  She was even more enthusiastic to hear of their plans, and eagerly went out with her sweeties despite two of them needing to work the following day.

Once they were home again, Sasha snatched up the magic ball and approached Rachel with it all aglow in her hand.  Rachel looked concerned, but when Sasha said she was going to be a dental dam, she grinned broadly and waited for the impact.  She dwindled slowly to a tiny snip of latex, with Tara watching in wonder.

Tara made very good use of Rachel, and made a point of calling her by name while she used her to drive Sasha wild.

Afterward, Tara restored her lover, and the three of them cuddled together sitting on the bed.  “Thanks, both of you.”

“Game to try it without the dam, next time?” aked Rachel.  “Or as it?  I’d teach you everything I know.”

“I’d be right in there, with no way to bail...” mused Tara.

“I always push too hard,” bemoaned Rachel, rubbing her forehead.

“Haven’t said no yet.  This pushed me, but... I could tell Sasha wasn’t really getting what she needed.”

“Hey, it was your first time,” said Sasha sympathetically.  “You were... enthusiastic.”

Tara laughed ruefully.  “But not enough to make up for lack of skill.  And Tara’s a pro?”

Sasha nodded enthusiastically.  “The best.  And I’m not just saying that, that thing you do with your tongue tip...”  Sasha shuddered happily.

“Okay,” said Tara softly.  “Do it.”

Sasha squealed and clapped her hands.  “Yes!  Now?”

“You’re insatiable.”

Sasha giggled.  “I am satiable.  It just takes more than that.”

Rachel’s eyes lit up.  “Sounds like a challenge.  You’re on, little girl.”

Tara smiled at both her loves.  “And me in the middle?  Sounds awesome.”

It was.