Rachel restored Tara just in time for breakfast.  Sasha had made pancakes.  Once they’d finished eating, Tara asked why Sasha was still human. Rachel explained that she had restored Sasha the previous day, “rescuing” her from her fate of returning to being a dress when the spell charger shut off each morning.

“Did you want to be rescued?”

Sasha shrugged.  “The whole ‘stuck as a dress’ thing was more for your benefit.  It isn’t very safe, what if I wore you and Rachel to bed?”

“Sounds nice to me,” replied Tara with a grin.

“Until I turn back into a dress,” Sasha pointed out, “and we’re all stuck as clothing.”

“Ah.  Yeah, that might be a problem.  Maybe a more complicated timer, with a day off each week?”

“Then my very pretty bra might end up changing back.  I gave it a nice hand-wash before you got up, and it’s hanging in my window.  Not much of a view, but at least it gets some sun.”

Tara sighed and nodded.  “I suppose you’re right.”

“Look on the bright side,” said Sasha.  “You’d rather change me yourself, than have it happen automatically.”

“There is that.  Leggings time?”

“Dress time.  You know you want it.”

Tara grinned and nodded, and went to fetch the ball.  When she returned, it was already glowing in her hand.

Sasha asked, “What about my pretty bra?  What will it do while I’m being worn?”

Tara stopped squeezing.  “Will it be dry by tonight?  It’s not like bras get worn every day.”

“So you’re planning to turn me back tonight?” asked Sasha with a smile.  “What happened to ‘Raa, I will transform you foreverrrr’?”

Tara giggled at Sasha’s attempt to imitate her voice.  “I do not do that.”

“You literally did that to Dawn last night.”

“The expression on her face...  It reminded me of the first time I changed you.”  Tara stared down at the ball in her hand.  “I loved it.  You don’t react like that any more.”

Sasha cowered from Tara, terror on her face.  “Like this?”

“Now you’re overacting.”

“Does that matter?” asked Rachel.  “Bondage play is at least as much of a performance as you’re asking for here.  If you pretend you’re going to transform us forever, and we act like we believe it... does that do it for you?”  She fixed Sasha with a critical eye.  “Do it right.”

Sasha took a few moments to school her expression, then stared wide-eyed at the ball.  “That can...  You’re not really going to... to change me and keep me forever... are you?”

Tara’s eyes were bright as she flung the orb at Sasha.  “Oh hell yes.”  She watched Sasha avidly as the latter dwindled, arms and legs collapsing inward as her body became fabric.  She was panting softly by the time the transformation was over.

“You really got off on that.  If I didn’t have to go to work in five minutes, I’d drag you right into the bedroom and make love to you on top of her.  Sorry, on top of it.”

Tara growled at Rachel possessively.  “Keep that up, and you’ll spend tonight as the matching panties.”

Rachel winked at her.  “It’s a date,” she declared, then trotted to the door.  “Don’t be late!”

Tara took a minute to steady herself, then a quick trip to the bedroom for fresh panties.  Then she wriggled into her sexy exercise dress, gave it a fond pat, and headed out herself.

*** *** ***

The next day, while Tara was shopping at her usual grocery store, the clerk recognized her.  “Hey Tara, how’s Sasha doing?”

Tara grazed a hand down the side of her dress, causing its skirt to flutter.  “My very pretty dress is fond of its new situation.”

“So the rumour is true?  You really kept her?” asked the clerk as she started bagging Tara’s groceries.

Tara nodded.  “I really did.  No rent, lots of snuggles, and Sasha says my hand-washing is better than a full-body massage.  It’s a good deal.”

After Tara finished paying the clerk turned off the light over her till.  “Wait here, please?”

Tara watched the purple-haired girl as she trotted off to the manager’s office.  She tried to remember the girl’s name.  It was on her tag, but she hadn’t looked closely enough to remember.  L-something?  Soon she returned with the manager in tow.  She wasn’t wearing her nametag any more.

“Taking another of my girls, are you?”

Tara studied the girl curiously.  “Am I?”

The girl handed her phone over, showing the DME page for one Lindisty Harding.  It showed a modest positive value but no family connections.  A secondary box Tara hadn’t seen before showed an estimated evaluation “in case of job loss”.  That number was positive, but amounted to little more than pocket change.  “I’m tired of this.  Of fighting every day just to stay out of some freak’s collection of perverted toys.  Please?”

Tara’s eyes took on a predatory gleam.  “There is room in my panty drawer for a very special nightie.  Sheer and purple, it would be saved for special occasions.”

“I love purple,” breathed Lindisty.

Tara grinned at her.  “The same shade as your hair.  Maybe a little darker, to match what it would be like freshly dyed.”

Lindisty nodded eagerly.  “It’s so hard to keep it the right colour.  I’d be purple all over?”

“Everywhere except the sparkling emerald gems on the neckline.”

Lindisty closed her eyes and brushed them with her fingertips.  “Can they be amethysts?  I never liked my green eyes, but I can’t afford contacts.”

“Mmm... no.  You have pretty eyes.  They stay,” insisted Tara, enjoying the power she could feel in the exchange.  She was pretty sure she could get Lindisty to agree to almost anything, now.

“Okay,” murmured Lindisty softly.  She turned to the manager.  “I quit.”

“Are you sure?” the manager asked.  “You might not ever be human again to change your mind.”

Lindisty looked to Tara, who smiled reassuringly.  “You won’t ever be human again.  Just a pretty nightie, worn to get my lovers worked up.  Afterward, you’ll get carefully hand washed and put away until next time.”

Lindisty nodded, turned back to the manager, and signed the paperwork on his clipboard.  “Done.”

A moment later Lindisty fluttered to the floor.  Tara folded her new nightie up, and tucked it carefully on top of her groceries.

“Planning to do that to anyone who asks?”

Tara grinned at the manager brightly.  “Got any more that are likely to?”

“After the show you just put on?  Probably half of ‘em.  Can you run it by me first?  I need to keep the actually productive ones around.  That, and it’s easier on the paperwork if they sign off.”

“Of course.  Speaking of paperwork, can you give me a moment?”  Tara pulled out her phone, and registered herself as the new owner of Lindisty Harding.  She discovered she had a modest credit balance thanks to claiming Dawn, and used that to pay out the $19.97 owing.  “Done.  Got to make sure the DME paperwork is done from my end.”

“So you really are going to keep her.”

Tara nodded.  “It’s what my new nightie wanted.  I was very clear.”

“Her options were terrible.  She wasn’t a bad person, just... lost.”

Tara patted the pile of purple fabric.  “And now it has a purpose in life, one that it will find great satisfaction in.  I’ve been worn often enough to know.”

He nodded.  “Better than most like her get.  I try to hire the ones that don’t have any better choices.  Not because they work hard, mostly they don’t.  I just want to give them a chance.”

“And now you can give another one a chance.  That doesn’t sound too heartless, does it?” asked Tara.

He shrugged.  “Hard to deal with them and not feel that way.  The ones that don’t get zapped end up overdosing or worse.  Nobody seems to care.  They don’t care, themselves.  That’s the problem.”

“I care.  You care.  It’s not much, but it’s a start.”

The manager shook Tara’s hand.  “I’ll see you around.  Might want to keep that toy of yours handy when you shop.”

Tara smiled at him brightly.  “I’ll do that.”

Later that night, after dinner with Sasha and Rachel, Tara slipped off to her room, and returned clad in nothing but her new sexy purple nightie.  As she posed to show it off, Rachel hooted appreciatively.  Sasha studied it with a much more curious expression.

“Who is it?” asked Sasha.

Tara hugged the nightie to her chest.  “It is my best nightie.  It used to work at the same store you did, and quit today to become something wonderful.”

“That purple...  I remember that shade.  I know...”

Tara put a finger to Sasha’s lips.  “No names.  It is a very pretty nightie now, and will stay like that.”  She stepped back from Sasha and twirled in place so the sheer fabric flared away from her hips.  “It is beautiful and happy.”

“Are you sure?” asked Rachel.

Tara met her gaze easily.  “Yes.  I was very clear, and she chose this.  It chose this.”

“You don’t believe it yourself, that slip proves it.”

Tara sighed softly.  “I want to believe.”  She padded over to the charging cradle and picked up her phone.  A few taps later she held it out to Rachel.  “The DME says it, so it must be true.  Right?”

“What does your heart say?”

Tara brushed a hand over her chest, then twirled again.  “My heart says my new nightie is very happy making me look sexy.”

“And?”

Tara narrowed her eyes at Rachel.  “Don’t spoil it.”

Rachel smiled at her, and stepped in for a hug.  “Of course not, love.  I’ll leave it be.  For... mmm, how does two weeks sound?”

Tara danced back from the hug, and gave Rachel her best sultry smile.  “Like plenty of time to make you forget sexy nightie ever was a person.”

Rachel grinned over at Sasha.  “Oooh, she is all fired up tonight.  Who gets diminished so we fit in the bed?”

Tara tossed the magic ball to Sasha.  “Your ball.  Your call.”

Sasha giggled.  “Yes, owner.”

Tara grinned giddily at Sasha over the name she’d used.  She barely noticed the glowing ball flicking out – if it had been aimed at her, she’d have had no chance to dodge.  Instead, it was Rachel that started to dwindle, diminishing further and further and yet keeping her shape.  Rachel stopped shrinking at about two feet tall.

“What’s the big idea?” squeaked the tiny woman.

Sasha crouched down in front of her.  “Now there’s room in the bed for all three of us, and you get to play with enormous tits.”

“Woohoo!”  Rachel jumped toward Sasha, and found she was stronger than she expected.  She ended up head-first, buried between Sashas breasts.

Tara giggled at their antics, and followed the laughing duo to the bed.

Rachel proved adept, athletic, and creative with her new size.

*** *** ***

In the morning, Rachel was still tiny.  Sasha carried her to the kitchen, and made itty-bitty pancakes for Rachel, and larger ones for herself and Tara.

Tara emerged to the sound of giggling in the kitchen.  She watched her loves getting messy with syrup, and joined in to help lick Rachel clean.  Rachel started squirming and moaning in her hands, demanding more and more, so Tara obliged.  Before long, Rachel was shuddernig through a very squeaky orgasm.

When Rachel recovered, she looked up at Tara and her eyes went very wide.  “Oh!  I thought it was still Sasha.  I didn’t mean to push you...”  She wound down at Tara’s goofy grin.  “You enjoyed that?”

Tara giggled.  “You tasted like blueberry syrup.”

“You know, the ball could make it so I’m always tasty down there.”

Tara shook her head.  “Tonight we do it right.  No magic.”

“I was promised Rachel as satin sheets tonight,” Sasha claimed.  “Mmm... but I could watch you two first, then transform Rachel out from under you while she’s mid-orgasm.”

Rachel shuddered.  “It’s a date.  But first I need to be full size to work today.”

“Imagine trying to lead classes this size,” giggled Tara.  “If you had a loudspeaker...”

Rachel laughed and shook her head.  “Hard to command respect when you’re barely knee-high to them.”

Before restoring Rachel, they had a quick chat about what to transform first, as the ball had recharged overnight.

“I don’t have any Sunday best,” mused Sasha.  “You are going to church with your folks today, right?”

“Oh, you’d rather not be worn to church?  I was going to...”

Sasha shook her head.  “I think your folks would like it more if I was human.”

One of Sasha’s older dresses got the full Sunday Best treatment courtesy of the magic ball, and she dressed up while a full-sized Rachel was showering off the last of the syrup.  Tara and Rachel both applauded her when she pirouetted to show off her ankle-length gown.  “It’s lovely.”

“Not too blue?” asked Sasha.

“It suits you perfectly.”  Tara hugged Sasha quickly.  “I’d better get ready, Dad will be here in... eep, twenty minutes.”

Rachel hugged them both just before they headed off.  “You two look fantastic.  So formal, yet so pretty.”

“You should come along one day, I’m sure we could arrange for you to have a Sunday off.”

Rachel laughed.  “I’d burst into flame.  Pass.”  She headed out the door before Tara could contradict her.

“Will your church mind that I’m wearing my very pretty bra?” asked Sasha.

Tara shook her head.  “The church is reasonably open minded about most things, including magic.  It still might be best not to mention it, Mom seems twitchy about magic.  Not like she hates it, but... honestly, I’m a little fuzzy on just what is up.”

“You should ask her, then.”

“I think it’s embarrassing for her.”

Sasha giggled.  “Oooh.  C’mon, you need to find out.  I bet it’s something sexy, and she thinks we’re using magic for sex.  Which we are.”

Tara blushed.  “Please don’t tell her that.”

“Okay, okay.  I won’t upset the best mother ever.”

“Best mother ever?” asked Tara curiously.

“She was totally cool with you coming out as both gay and poly at the same time.  Cut her slack on the magic... but communicate.”

“Voice of experience?” asked Tara.

Sasha looked away.  “Something like that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Sasha’s stammering reply was interrupted when Tara’s phone rang.  Their ride was waiting below.

Tara’s parents were both in the car, to simplify the trip.  She chatted amiably with them, talking about work, Rachel, and Sasha, without mentioning how she usually wore Sasha to work...

Just outside the church they met up with Gary, Tara’s older brother.  He was there with his wife, Irene, and their two little ones that mostly got called “hey!” and “get back here!”

The service itself was subdued, no fire and brimstone.  Tara liked the singing parts best, as being part of a whole group making music together had always uplifted her spirits.  Toward the end they were asked to pray for a number of “lost souls” that she realized with a start were probably people like Sasha and her new nightie.  Relatives that had moved far away, lost touch, and fallen on hard times, then been swept up in one bad lifestyle or another.  And with the DME’s rules, most of those were likely in a closet somewhere.  Or worse.

Tara hugged Sasha close, sharing a smile.

“What was that for?” asked Sasha as they were heading out.

“Glad I have you, and you’re not in some creep’s bedside drawer.”

Sasah smiled at her brightly.  “I’d much rather be in your closet.  Or worn.”

“Worn?” asked Gary.  “What are you two up to?”

“Later,” promised Tara.

Later proved to be at the Stark house, while Mrs. Stark was laying out a lunch for eight.  Tara quietly explained the situation to Gary, couching it in terms of the prayers earlier.  She didn’t elaborate on her part in Sasha losing her job, and Sasha didn’t chime in to blame her, much to Tara’s relief.

“So you can just... turn her into things whenever you like?”

Tara nodded, trying not to show how eager she was at the idea.  “It’s nice having her close.”

“It’s nice being close, too,” added Sasha.  “I’ll probably dive back in as soon as we get home.”

“Why?” asked Gary.  “What’s the big attraction?”

Sasha shot a smouldering look at Tara.  “Being so close to that body that I’m practically her second skin.”

Gary glanced at his wife, and grinned.  “Okay.  That sounds fun for a while.  But for you it’s a lifestyle.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.  Did you bring it, Tara?”

Tara shook her head.  “Felt it would be inappropriate at the church.  It’s safe at home.”

“Drop by sometime,” invited Sasha.  “We’ll watch the kids while your wife wears you out dancing.”

Gary considered the idea for a bit, then shook his head.  “The kids aren’t great with unfamiliar places.  But if you came over to babysit one night...”

Tara grinned brightly.  “Oh!  You’d be okay with that?  Last time I offered, Irene had this sour look on her face.”

“You’ve grown up a lot since the last time I saw you,” replied Gary, nodding to the hand Tara was holding.

Tara glanced down at it.  She hadn’t even realized she’d taken Sasha’s hand, or when.  Had she really been holding it since they’d been at the church?  She reviewed her memories of the past twenty minutes, and ... well.  She smiled at Sasha.  “Love will change you, that’s for sure.”

Sasha giggled.  “Yeah.  Into sexy panties.”  She laughed even louder when Tara shuddered at the phrase.  “Mmm, you’re so easy.”

Gary chuckled, then got called away by Irene to help change a diaper.

“Do you want kids?” asked Sasha once he’d moved away.

Tara blinked at her.  “Urh?  We’re all girls.  That’d be a trick.”

Sasha leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “and we have magic that could turn you into a guy for long enough to do the job.”

Tara blushed incandescently, then nodded.  “I want to propose to you right here and now,” Tara whispered back.

“Probably not the best time,” replied Sasha.  “Plus there’s Rachel...  Talk when she gets home?”

Tara nodded slowly.  “Okay.”

They were called to the table, then, and everyone tucked in.  Little got said until most had eaten their fill.  After that, Sasha and Tara endured a grilling about their relationship, though many of the questions were deflected with “We don’t know yet” and “We’re working it all out”.

“Enough,” said Mrs. Stark at last.  “Give them some space.  You’ll bring both your sweeties to dinner once in a while, hm?”

Tara nodded.  “Yes, Ma.”

“Then it’s all good.”

Tara and Gary helped clear the table, then Tara shooed her brother out while she stayed in the kitchen to help her mother clean.  Once it was just the two of them working on the cleaning up in an old familiar pattern, Tara asked the question she’d been curious about for days.  “So what is up with you and magic?  You don’t seem too put out by it, but you have some objection I don’t really understand.  I’m not taking risks, you guys can always come find me and rescue me.  The DME is pretty clear on that.”

Her mother nodded.  “I know.  You could still get stuck for a few weeks before we sort it out.  Carl spent three weeks as his girlfriend’s swimsuit last summer.  We had a little talk with her, and didn’t get the DME involved.  As far as I know, they’re still together.  He seemed to like her well enough, said it wasn’t her fault.”  She frowned.  “You know, I never did find out how he got stuck like that.”

Tara giggled.  “Knowing Carl?  He lost a bet, then doubled down.”

Her mother chuckled knowingly.  “That does sound like him.”

“So that explains the worry.  But there’s something else.  You and dad...”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Can we talk around it a bit, just so I don’t push the wrong buttons?”

Tara’s mother snorted, and tried to cover a laugh.  “Not for me.  For you.”

Tara wrinkled her nose.  “Ah.  Given what Rachel and Sasha have put me through of late, I can take it.”

“Remember when you were fifteen, and we left you and the boys home to fend for yourself?”

Tara nodded eagerly.  “Gary was really strict, but it was cool to be on our own for a week.  Hawaii, wasn’t it?”

Mrs. Stark nodded.  “Every year since then, too.  Same hotel.  The concierge has... certain items they’re happy to use on paying guests.”

Tara’s eyes lit up.  “No wonder you keep going back.  What do you do?”

“Well, the first time we just went back to the bodies we had when we got married.  I’d told your father I wanted to recreate our honeymoon, and... did we ever.”

Tara’s cheeks pinkened slightly.  “Ah.  And you keep going back.  Just... younger?”

Her mother shook her head.  “The next time, we went with sexier versions of ourselves.  And the time after that... sexy versions of each other.”

Tara giggled.  “You swapped?  Cool.  Did you have fun?”

“Did we ever!”

“It is something else,” sighed Tara reminiscently.  “I didn’t go all male, but...”

“That’s an option?” asked her mother.

“It’s magic, Ma.  At least with Sasha’s toy, pretty much whatever you can imagine can be real.  And those two can imagine quite a lot.”

It was Mrs. Stark’s turn to blush.  “I see.  Perhaps you are ready to hear about this, then.”

“About what?”

“When we swapped... I discovered that I preferred sex as a woman.  Nothing against the experience, it was fun, just...”

“Yeah, I can see that.  Still figuring that one out myself.”

“The thing is, your father feels the same way.”

Tara looked puzzled.  “That works then, right?   You both like sex as...”  Her eyes went wide.  “Oh!  Oh dear.  He wants to be...”

Mrs. Stark nodded slowly.  “Yeah.  We’ve been going for longer stretches now that we don’t have to fuss about kids so much.   He’s female the entire time.  And I love her dearly, but...  I can’t spend all my time male.  Just can’t.”

“And taking a lover on the side isn’t...”

Tara’s mother shook her head.  “I suggested it, but your father takes our vows very seriously.”

“So that’s a no to you being a bikini while she goes and flirts with...”  Tara paused, taking in her mother’s expression.  “Oh, Ma.  No wonder you were fussing about me.  How was it?”

“Fantastic.  I offered to stay that way, free her to find what she wanted.”

“Ma!”

“You of all people know what it’s like.  You haven’t felt that way?”

Tara nodded slowly.  “For a little bit after changing back, it really sticks with you.  Gets a lot easier to shake off with experience.  We’ve... gotten pretty good at getting each other stuck in thing-mind.  And unstuck.  Calling them by their name generally works.  Both ways.”   Tara considered her mother while she caught up on drying dishes.  “He has a girl name... but you don’t have a guy name that works.”

“Trish.  And no.”

“So changing Arlene to Arlen didn’t work for you?”

Mrs. Stark shook her head.  “I don’t want to be a man.  Even if you found a name I liked.”

“Arnold?  Leon?  Hubert?”

Tara’s mother chuckled.  “Hubert?”

“I don’t know.  Similar names weren’t working, so...”

Mrs. Stark put the last dish in the rack.  “Gary will head off soon, we can talk afterward.”

Tara nodded.  They emerged from the kitchen to see Gary and Irene bundling up their kids, and after hugs and farewells, the house seemed much emptier.  She looked around, and wondered what the place was like when it was just her parents.  “You need more kids about.  It’s too quiet.”

Both her parents laughed.  “We’ve had enough of kids.”  Tara’s mother added, “but we’d welcome more grandkids.”

Tara blushed.  “We... might do that.  There’s other stuff to sort out first.”

“Yeah, like that proposal you mentioned.  I’ll be the dress,” offered Sasha.  “Rachel will be the bride.  You get a tux.”

“Why do I get the tux?” asked Tara.

“Because you’re going to father our kids.”

Tara blushed at the looks she got from her parents.  “Um... yeah.  That will...  I will, yeah.”  She glanced shyly over at her father.  “I’d be okay with two mothers at the wedding.  As long as you still walk me down the aisle.  Trish.”

Her father’s eyes went wide, then brimmed with tears.  “I would love to.”

“Still haven’t been proposed to over here,” muttered Sasha.  She was grinning broadly even so.

“Patience, love.  We need to sort it out with Rachel.”

“She’ll be home soon.”

Tara bit her lip, then nodded decisively.  “Want to come visit?  We can demonstrate the magic ball while we’re at it.”

“You mean?”

“I want to meet Trish.  And maybe give Mom an interesting option or two.”

The drive back to her apartment had never gone faster.

Tara explained how the ball worked, and demonstrated it on Sasha, turning her into a familiar dress, then using it again to restore her and recharge the ball.  “Just squeeze it a couple times, then toss it in the air and catch it hard.  While thinking about the woman you want to be.”

Mr. Stark nodded enthusiastically, tossed the ball as indicated... and then dwindled down until there was nothing but a comically large pair of breasts sitting on the floor.

Sasha smirked at Tara.  “We’re so trying that one day.”

Tara sighed, and used the ball to restore her father.  “You need to think of the whole package, not just the one part.”

He admitted it was difficult for him to do so, and the next two tries proved his point.  In desperation, Tara turned to her mother.  “Do you have any pictures of Trish?  Sasha’s had practice with transformations to sexy women.”

Sasha beamed.  “I’d be honored.”

A few minutes later, after reviewing several incarnations of Trish and a discussion of optimal chest size, Sasha gave the ball a thorough squeezing and tossed it at Mr. Stark.  The woman that resulted even had the same pretty sundress as the one in the picture, though she was distinctly curvier.

“Mom, what do you think?”

“Bwuh...”

Tara giggled.  “See something you like?”

“First time I could watch the change happen.  There’s a lot of Terry in her face.”  She patted her chest.  “I can feel it.  This Trish is my husband.  Wife?”

Trish nodded eagerly.  “Wife.”  She moved to her wife, and pulled her into a hug that turned into a scorching hot kiss.

Rachel opened the door and cheered at the sight.  That also broke up the kiss before the clothes had gotten too disheveled...

“Rachel, I believe you’ve met my father before, but not as Trish,” said Tara.  “Rachel, Trish.  Trish, Rachel.”

Rachel stared at the curvaceous woman standing nervously in their kitchen.  “Dude.  Your father’s hot!”

Trish grinned broadly.  “You think so?”

“Oh come on, you can’t possibly not know.”

Trish shrugged.  “I haven’t had a chance to look at the new me yet.”

Rachel tugged Trish into the main bedroom, where the mirror door was still standing.  “See?  Sexy as all get out.”

Trish’s eyes were watering, to the alarm of all present, until she blurted.  “Oh, it’s perfect!”  She hugged Sasha tight.  “Thank you so much.  How long will I be like this?”

“I squeezed enough for a couple of days.  No worries, we can change you back sooner with the ball.”

“No!  I don’t...”  Trish looked over at her wife with a worried frown.  “I don’t want to go back.  I’m sorry, but...”

“I know, love.  This has been coming for a while now.  It’s okay.  Tara had a very... interesting suggestion.  One that might work well for both of us.”

Tara glanced over to Rachel.  “I... don’t want to be the one that does this.  You did a good job of it, could I get you to...”

“I have no idea what you’re asking,” said Rachel.  They retired to the spare bedroom so they could talk more privately.

“I think my Mom would like the sort of form you gave me,” whispered Tara while blushing.

“Which one?”

Tara gestured vaguely at her waist.  “The... the one that was me, but with a cock.”

“Oooooh.  Sure.”

“Except the ball’s dead for the night if Sasha really gave him a few days’ charge.”

Rachel grinned wickedly.  “I’ve used the ball to change a few of my toys.  We can sacrifice another one of those instead of your favourite mirror.”

“Love you so much.”

Rachel kissed her soundly.  “Then let’s send your parents on their way...”

Tara grabbed her hand.  “Not yet.”  She tugged Rachel back to the others.  “I need to ask something important.”

Rachel’s eyes went very wide as Tara went to one knee.  Tara held out her free hand to Sasha, who took it eagerly.

“I love you both dearly, and want to marry you.  Sasha has agreed to be the dress at our wedding.  Will you be my bride, and one of the mothers of my children?”

Rachel’s eyes went wider and wider as Tara talked, and she squeaked out a “yes” before getting fiercely hugged by both Tara and Sasha.

“You need a ring!” protested Tara’s mother.

Rachel grinned wickedly at Tara.  “Be right back.”  A moment later she returned with the ball and a small object in her hand.  “Use this.”

Tara glanced down at it curiously, and took a moment to judge the size of the rubber ring and then blushed when she realized what its purpose must be.  “You are a twisted, wild woman, and I love you dearly for it.  Sasha, be a dear and hold this.”

Sasha held out her hand, grinning as she too realized what the ring was meant to go on.  Tara squeezed the ball several times, imagined carefully, then dropped it on the ring.  Sasha watched the energy wash over her as well as the latex object with a huge grin.  The grin did not fade in the slightest as she shrank.

A few moments later, Tara picked up two rings from the floor.  She carefully placed one on Rachel’s finger, and put the other in Rachel’s hand.  Rachel ringed Tara’s finger in return.  “You are quite mad.”

“And you both love it.”

The eye inset in Tara’s ring winked up at her in what she hoped was approval.

“Did you just turn Sasha into a ring?”

“Yep.”

Tara’s mother shook her head.  “I don’t get it.  I suppose I don’t need to.  Are you happy?”

Tara’s grin was huge.  “So, so happy.  I’ll pretend I’ll keep her, then turn something else into the same design.  I’ll probably be her ring for a while on my next day off, too.”

“We should probably leave you two or three or whatever it is to your fun.”

Rachel smirked.  “Two.  And... there was one little thing I was to do for you first.  Just a minute.”  She returned from the bedroom with the ball charged and glowing yet again.  “Say please.”

“I...  please?”

Light flickered over Mrs. Stark’s chest, then sank downward.  Nothing visible changed, other than her expression.  It went from curious, to wondering, to surprised.  Then a pleased grin curled across her face.  “Mmm.  This should be an interesting evening.  Two days, you said?”

“More or less.”

Mrs. Stark took Trish’s hand and dragged her out the door.  “We’ll call.”

Tara watched them go.  “You really did it?”

“Yup.  Gave her a couple bonus features, too.”

“I probably don’t want to hear about that.”

Rachel giggled.  “Nope.  Mmm, an evening to ourselves.  Whatever shall we do?”

Tara grinned.  “Sasha had some very specific plans.  They involved her being human, though.”

“Pity.  Oh, bother.”

“What?”

“She was still wearing Dawn, wasn’t she?”

Tara winced.  “Oh dear.  Well... we’ll figure out something.  Tomorrow.  Maybe the day after.  I want to keep my pretty ring for a while.”

“Next week.  Definitely next week,” purred Rachel, tugging Tara toward the bedroom.

“Probably.”