When Rachel returned home from work Sunday night, she looked worn out.  Her sweeties were waiting for her just beyond the door.  Tara was posed artfully, a sexy purple nightie accenting her curves.  Sasha was in the kitchen, wearing an apron and a very special maroon bra.  And nothing else.

Rachel grinned at both of them.  “What’s the special occasion?”

“You’re home.  None of us work tomorrow.  So tonight... I make good on last week’s promise.”

“And that was?” asked Rachel.

“Sasha watches me get you off, and turns you into a satin sheet while you’re mid-orgasm.”

Rachel fanned herself.  “Hot damn.  Let’s get started!”

Tara snuggled up to her.  “Food first.  Sasha’s been working on it for a while now, and it smells fantastic.”

Rachel kissed Tara soundly, and when Sasha came over to them to announce dinner was ready, she got pulled into the cuddle as well.  After a few moments, Sasha wriggled free to go set the food out, and Tara lit the candles on the counter.  Rachel started to wolf her food, but a disapproving look from Sasha made her slow down and eat appreciatively.

“That was wonderful,” sighed Rachel when she was done.  “You’re hired.”

Sasha giggled.  “Can I negotiate for a bigger kitchen?  I’ll put half of my stipend toward the rent if we can upgrade.”

Tara nodded.  “That would be nice.  I like it here, but it’s too small for three.  And definitely too small for kids.”

That led to a discussion about finances.  Tara was making significantly more than she had been before renting the apartment with Sasha, and Rachel was also well ahead of where Sasha had been.  With Sasha offering up another thousand per month, they realized that renting wasn’t their only option.  There were some nice condominiums in the area, one of which overlooked the little park Tara had taken to jogging to.  It was a little further from the gym, but closer to the bus stop.  And it had underground parking.  Two of the units were for sale.

“We could have a car,” sighed Tara.  “That would put the Catgirl Emporium and my folks’ place in easy reach.  Oh please, can we really do this?”

“How much do you have saved up?  We’ll need a down payment.”

Tara had been setting aside a little each month in a separate account, based on advice from her father.  She was surprised at how much had accumulated.  After working out what their mortgage and bills would be, Tara looked shocked.  “I can’t be doing this right.  Sasha?”

“The math looks right.  But I can’t believe our total payments would be less than we’re paying now in rent.  Look, it’s late.  Talk to a realtor tomorrow.  And your parents, they’ll have lots of good ideas.”

Tara nodded.  “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been sitting beside a sexy woman in an even sexier nightie and I haven’t dragged her off to bed yet,” said Rachel with a big grin.  “I recall a very specific promise from earlier, and I want to see that new tongue of yours put to good use.”

“New tongue?” asked Sasha, then promptly went wide-eyed as Tara wriggled it out to its full length.  “Oh my God!  Why are we still dressed?  You, naked and on the bed.  Now!”

Sasha followed after Tara and Rachel, watching avidly as they went to town.  She had the ball clutched so tightly in her hand that it started glowing.  Before long, Rachel was wailing gloriously, and Sasha smacked the ball against the bed.  She watched in awe as the bed grew larger, its sheets becoming lustrous golden silk.  When the change was finally done, she sighed softly.  Tara had been so caught up in her work that she’d melted away into the satin along with Rachel.

Sasha considered the problem.  She was desperately horny, and the lover she’d been counting on was now part of a glorious bed that she was hoping they could keep for a while.  Tara had transformed last, so Sasha hoped the duration was short.  Though with the charger running...

Sasha dashed off to the kitchen and unplugged the spell charger.  She returned to the bedroom, but the bed was still empty.  She pouted, then righted Tara’s bedside table - it had been pushed to an odd angle by the growing bed.  The drawer slid open and Sasha smiled at the contents exposed.  Surely Tara wouldn’t mind her borrowing one of the delightful looking objects inside...

Sasha was in the middle of her second orgasm when familiar hands pushed hers aside.  Then that marvellous tongue found its mark, and the world vanished on a wave of bliss...

*** *** ***

In the morning, Sasha found herself in bed with both of her sweeties, lying on gold-toned satin sheets.  The bed was still king-sized.  Sasha realized she had an important errand to take care of, and wriggled free to go plug the charger in once more.

Not long afterward, Tara and Rachel emerged from the bedroom, lured out by the smell of pancakes.  Sasha smiled at them cheerfully.  “I can’t believe it took us so long to realize we could use magic to make the bed bigger.”

Tara smiled at her sweetie.  “You don’t want to be the pillow in the middle any more?”

“I do... sometimes.  But sleeping with the two of you, all of us human?  I want that.  I know you own me, and it’s not really my choice, but...”

Tara darted closer and silenced Sasha with a kiss.  “I love you dearly, sweetie.  Cuddling in bed with all three of us sounds delightful.  Can I still wear you to work?”

“Yes please!  I saw what you did to Jeremy, and I so want to be there for the next show.”

Tara sighed happily.  “Life is good.”  Then she sighed more ruefully.  “I wonder if my nightie thinks so.  It spent a week in the drawer.”

“That’s what she signed up for, wasn’t it?” asked Sasha.

“Yes but...”  Tara headed off to the bedroom, returning with a newly discharged magic ball and her nightie.  She tapped the nightie, and before long it was human once more, and looking around in bewilderment.

“Lindisty.  Lindisty, focus.  You’re human again.  Can you talk?“

Lindisty nodded slowly, gaze kept firmly to the floor.  “I guess.”

“You have two choices.  Stay on as my nightie, or get shipped off to your family.”

The purple haired girl looked up at Tara, blinked at her owlishly as the words registered.  “What?  No!”

“I’d be willing to pay for two day delivery, you’d only be in the box for a little while, and you’d change back in a few days.”

The ex-nightie shook her head.  “There’s nobody to go back to.  Mom only had me to stave off the inevitable, but when I turned eighteen, she...”

“She turned you out?”

Lindisty shook her head.  “She was waaay negative.  If you have a child, you’re untouchable.  But without that, she just... disappeared.  I don’t even know what happened to her.  I’ve been fighting to stay positive valued ever since, and I’m just... done.  I don’t want to human any more.  Being your nightie was so much better.  Please?”

A moment later she crumpled to the floor.  Tara went to her knees and carefully picked up the beautiful purple fabric.  “Thank you for your gift, nightie.  You’ll always have a special place in my lingerie drawer, I promise.”

Rachel and Sasha watched silently as Tara folded the nightie up carefully then walked off to the bedroom.  When she returned, she met their gaze solemnly.  “I will not apologize for that.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” said Rachel.  “I had no idea.  This matters to you, it has become more than a kink.”

“I don’t know if this counts as saving them, but... it feels like it does.  Nightie is happy now, and nobody’s going to turn her into something she’ll hate.”

“Is that really the case?” asked Sasha.  “Do they hate it?  Happy things are the nicest.”

“God,” sighed Tara.  “I don’t know.  How can we?  They’re all stuck, owned by someone.”

Rachel thought about that for a bit.  “We could look up Ursula, see what happened to her.  Maybe her owner will talk to us, or let us turn her human for a little while so she can tell us herself?”

“Or there’s that Gordon guy Dawn was worried about.  We could try to ask him what he was going to do with her,” offered Sasha.

“But first, we have rings to buy.”

“And a condo!”

The day was a flurry of activity.  Tara’s mother knew a good realtor, and arranged for a meeting that afternoon.  She showed up at their place long before that, and drove them to her favourite jewelry store.

There was a bewildering array of rings of all types.  The most expensive was a platinum ring with an enormous diamond, worth a good chunk of the price of the condo they’d been looking at.  At the low end were some simple silver bands that still had an air of elegance to them.

They tried on several different styles before retreating to the silver section.  As Rachel and Sasha were looking over various options, Mrs. Stark pulled her daughter aside.  “I saw how you lit up with a certain ring.”

Tara nodded.  “The little inset diamond was so perfect.  It wouldn’t snag at work, I don’t want a big rock but...”

Her mother set a slip of paper in her hand.  Tara stared down at it, a cheque for three times the ring’s price.  “I can’t take this.”

Her mother closed Tara’s fingers around it gently.  “Please.  My only daughter is going to get married, and start a life together with two wonderful women.  I’ll be giving you far, far more than this.  Especially when the grandkids show up.  Allow me this, sweetie.  I want you to be happy.”

Tara bowed her head to hide a happy tear, and nodded.  “Love you too.”

They talked softly with the clerk who’d first met them.  She’d measured their ring sizes earlier, so soon Tara had three little boxes in hand.  She called her loves over, and one knee offered up a ring to Rachel.   Rachel yelped with glee and accepted, slipping the ring on in a twinkling.  She accepted a box from Tara, and returned the gesture.

Before Rachel could get up, Tara went to a knee beside her, and laced the fingers of her right hand with Rachel’s left.  She set the third box in their joined hands, and offered it up to Sasha.  “I can’t imagine not sharing this with you.  Will you join with us, however our lives may go?”

Sasha’s squeal of joy was nearly ultrasonic.

Mrs. Stark treated the three giddy girls to lunch, grinning at how they sat cuddled together in the booth.  “You three.  Makes my heart glad, you look so happy together.  I just... I can’t see how we’ll get you married in the church.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” said Sasha.  “I’ll register at the DME as their joint property, and participate as both dresses.”

“I thought you wanted me in a tux?” chuckled Tara.

“Definitely dresses.  If you have to be wearing a conjoined dress to make this happen, well, so be it.”

“Oooh, two dresses, one train...  That could work.”

Sasha’s eyes lit up.  “Yes!  Oh please, say we can.”

Mrs. Stark watched them, bemused.  “I think we can sort something out.  Are you really sure, Sasha?  You’re volunteering to be a sort of second-class participant in this union.”

“We’ll draw up a marriage contract that says otherwise,” declared Tara.  “Somehow.  No need to rush, right?  It’ll take a while to get everything arranged.”

Her mother nodded.  “Definitely.  We’ll need at least six months lead time, and that puts us into February, which is no good.  How do you feel about a May wedding?”

“Nine months?”  Tara smirked.  “Seems about right.”

“As long as we get the venue sorted soon, most of the rest can wait.  I believe the plan was to buy yourselves a home?”

All three of them nodded.  “Can we really do it?” asked Tara.  “We worked out the finances last night, but I’m almost positive we screwed it up somehow.  It can’t be cheaper than renting, can it?”

“I’ve given Stacy all the information you gave me.  She’ll have it all sorted out for you.”

When they finally met with Stacy, they found they’d made several mistakes.  The two big ones were the condo fees, and the mortgage rates.  They’d only looked at the advertised rates from Tara’s bank, and Stacy assured them they could do significantly better than that.  The errors mostly offset, leaving them with monthly bills a little higher than their rent, but still well within reach.

“Holy crap.  We can really do this?” asked Tara.

Stacy nodded.  “You can.  The top floor condo in the building you were looking at is unoccupied.  I can get us in for a look later this afternoon, if you have time.”

“We have time!” exclaimed Tara.

“But I’d also like to show you another place.  It’s a couple blocks further west, so a bit more of a walk to work, but the views are a little nicer, and it’s in a much better building.”  She tapped on her phone, and a view of the kitchen appeared.

Sasha stared at it wide-eyed, and started to tear up.  “We could...”

“I’ve got viewings for both lined up.”

Tara patted Sasha’s hand.  “We’ll look.  How much more are we talking per month?”

“A little over two hundred dollars.  We could go quite a bit higher end on your budget, but not without breaking the ‘within walking distance’ guidance.  And your mother made it clear that it would be good to have some breathing room in your budget.”

Tara looked to her mother, who said “It’s not cheap to raise a family.”

“Fair point.”

“And you’ll build up enough equity that when you want a bigger place, it’ll be doable.  This is a fantastic start, you three.  You’ll see.”

The tour through the first condo was amazing enough.  The kitchen wasn’t just a corner carved out of a larger room, it was a separate space and somewhat closed off.  It even had a separate (if small) dining room and living space, and a big enough master bedroom to easily fit a king sized bed.  The spacious closets made Sasha grin.  “I could live in here!”

“As a dress, sure.”  Tara pulled out the ball, and Sasha crumpled to the floor.  She hung her pretty dress up in the closet on one of the hangers that had been left behind, and left it there while the tour carried on to the laundry closet, bathroom and the smallish second bedroom.

“It’s nice enough,” granted Stacy.  “But not when you start thinking about kids.  Or managing space for three people when one of them isn’t in the closet.”

Tara giggled at that, and retrieved Sasha but didn’t restore her right away.  “Yeah.  If we have more space, and that glorious kitchen you showed us, my dress will definitely want to spend more time human.”

Their realtor shook her head.  “You three are something else.”

Tara giggled.  “Tonight, I probably will be.”

Rachel shook her head.  “My turn.  I’m off tomorrow, remember?”

“Oooh, right.  Did you enjoy being the bed?”

“I could go for that again.”

“And this passes for fun for you three?”

Tara nodded eagerly.  “It can be delightful to be so certain about what your role is.  Objects don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, or, well, much of anything.  And it’s tricky to fit three in a queen sized bed.  We’ll definitely be upgrading when we move.”

“Huh.  Maybe I should try that sometime.  I wonder what it’d be like to be worn by my wife.”

“Oooh, it’s the best.  I’d be glad to help out with that any time.  We can set it up so you’ll only change for a few hours.”

Stacy smiled brightly.  “Oh!  That’s handy.  Will I still change back if I’m being worn?”

Tara nodded.  “It’s safe.  The Happy Fun Toy company makes good stuff.  I changed back in a drawer once.  I had to scramble a bit to get out, but I didn’t outgrow the drawer until I was free.  So I suppose if someone locked you in a box you might get stuck weirdly shaped.”

“Hah.   Yeah, Lois would never do that.  Let me think about it.”

Once the tour of the condo wrapped up, they moved on to the next place Stacy had lined up for them.  Tara’s eyes popped when she walked inside.  “But it’s huge!”

“It’s the open plan.  It’s only a little bigger than the other one, but uses the space much better.”

Tara darted over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.  “This is fantastic.  Windows where you can actually see something other than other buildings.”

“That is rather the point.”

Sasha, who had changed back on the drive over, was hugging the kitchen island.  She spun about in the space, and gushed, “Oh, I just...  I want to cook all the things here.”

Tara smiled at her, and glanced over at Rachel, who was also watching Sasha’s antics.  “We should look at the rest of the place too.”

“I think you’ll like it,” added Stacy.

The master bedroom was about the same size as the last one, but had a walk-in closet that made Sasha spin about giddily.  “Dress?” she asked.

“Not yet, let’s see what other surprises this place has.”

One of those surprises was a compact but usable ensuite bathroom.  It even had a shower.  Another was that there were two secondary bedrooms.  “Oooh, the things we could do.  We could have a craft room!” gushed Sasha.  “I’d love to try being a loom.”

“There is something appealing to the idea of weaving a carpet or the like on you,” mused Tara.  “Some permanent thing to come out of your time as an object.”

“Perhaps a quilting frame?” suggested her mother.  “A loom has a lot of moving pieces, and it takes a long time to get anything done.  You’d have to leave her that way until the work is done, or it would all fall apart.”

“Mmm, a soft, warm Sasha-quilt for winter nights sounds lovely.  Will you teach us?”

“I’d love to!”

They returned to the open space at the heart of the condo.  “So.  What do you think?”

Tara grinned at Stacy.  “Can we really buy it?”

“You can.  It’ll take a couple weeks for paperwork, mortgage, inspection and such.  But it’s currently unoccupied, so if we push we could have you in here by the end of the month.”

Tara looked to the other two.  “I’m in.  Sasha?”

“Oh hell yes.  Kitchen Kitchen Kitchen!  And live-in closets!”

Tara chuckled as she turned to Rachel.  “We’ll only do this if we all agree.  What do you think?”

“What do I think?” sputtered Rachel.  “This place is amazing!  I’ve never lived anywhere half so nice, and this would be... ours?”

“Well, mostly the bank’s at first.  It would take about twenty years before it’s all yours.”

“Twenty...”  Rachel suddenly looked worried.  “Wow.  I’d be almost fifty.”

“We might decide to move up,” added Tara.  “Maybe to an actual house, if we can swing it.  I’m in this for the long run.”

“Yes,” agreed Rachel, eyes suddenly full of fierce determination.  “Let’s do this.”

They trooped off to Stacy’s office to get the paperwork started.  Once everything was in motion, Stacy stood and stretched.  “Well.  That was one of the easiest sales I’ve ever made.  Thank you, it’s been delightful working with you.”

“Ready to spend the evening as your wife’s satin slip?” asked Tara as they headed toward the door.

Stacy stumbled, and had to catch herself on the handle.  “I...  Yes.  Please.  Has to be just a few hours, I have work tomorrow.”

“Mom, can you drive us to Stacy’s place?  I’m guessing she’ll want to drive herself home.”  Tara glanced back to Stacy.  “Or would you rather be delivered in a pretty gift-wrapped box?”

Stacy considered it then shook her head.  “I could take a cab to work, but explaining the car on the lot...  I should drive home.”

The drive to Stacy’s house took about the same time as driving to Tara’s parents’ place.  It wasn’t until Tara was getting out of the car that she realized it was because they were about three blocks away on the same street.  “Huh.  Handy.”

“I know.  Perhaps we can talk both of them in to being our lingerie one day,” said Tara’s mother with a sly grin.

Tara laughed.  “I’m not even going to try to pretend I didn’t hear that.  Did you have fun as Dad’s lingerie?”

Mrs. Stark nodded emphatically.  “Very much so.  Looking forward to tonight.”

“OK, that one I will ignore.”

They walked up to the door.  Stacy and her wife were waiting there for them.  “Hi Arlene.  Lois, you remember her of course.  The others are her daughter Tara, and Tara’s fiancées Rachel and Sasha.”

Lois waved.  “Hello.”

“They’re... interesting,” continued Stacy.  “Sasha spent part of one tour hanging in the closet, as a dress.  Apparently she quite likes it, and made it sound appealing.”

“Appealing, hmm?  Something you’d like to share?”

Stacy nodded.  “I’d like to try it tonight.  Just for a few hours.”

Lois grinned.  “Sounds like fun.  So how does this work?”

Stacy gestured into the house, and closed the door once everyone was inside.  “I ask Tara, she throws the magic ball at me, and...”  Stacy was hit by a glowing ball, and slowly melted to the floor, cooing happily until her head finally joined the pile of silk.

“Just like that,” said Tara with a grin.  “Have fun.”

Lois picked up the fabric that was her wife a few moments ago.  “Oh!  She’s... wiggling?”

“It is wiggling,” said Tara emphatically.  “Your new nightie will have much more fun if you are very clear that it is a very special and very lovely piece of clothing.  Praise it, name it correctly, and have fun.”

“We will!”

Lois waved to them distractedly, then turned away from the door, heading further into the house.

“Well,” said Mrs. Stark as they got back into the car.  “That was something.  Are you sure she’ll be okay?  She’s a good friend.”

“A good friend who may end up with a new kink.  One you apparently share.”

“You’re one to talk,” giggled Tara’s mother.  “Wearing people all the time.”

Once they were back at their apartment, they looked around wistfully.  “I’ll miss this place,” said Tara.  “But not that much.  It’s so small...”

“And that kitchen!” gushed Sasha.  “It was so wonderful.  I want to turn you into an apron and cook there for hours.”

Tara giggled.  “I am okay with this, as long as I get changed back for dinner.”

“Speaking of which...”  Sasha put out her hand.  After a moment, Tara laughed and handed over the ball.

A minute later, Sasha was starting to cook while wearing an apron bearing Tara’s cartoonish image on it, saying “Kiss the cook”.

Rachel smirked.  “Don’t mind if I do.”  She stole kisses en passant while helping Sasha in the kitchen.  When dinner was ready, Rachel lit the half-burned candles from the last romantic dinner, and smiled at Tara as she rejoined humanity.

“Hey love.  Ready to eat?”

Tara sighed happily.  “Kinda want to skip right to the sex... but this food smells too good to waste.”

“You’re darn right it is!” exclaimed Sasha.  “So eat.  Then I’ll turn Rachel into something extra special.”

“Ooooh.”

Sasha’s watchful gaze kept Rachel and Tara from wolfing down their food, but it was a near thing.  Once she was done, she dabbed her lips with a paper napkin, and carried her plate to the sink.  “Dishes first.”

“Slavedriver.”

Sasha giggled.  “More like I don’t want any distractions.”

Tara helped with the washing up.  Rachel made a very effective drying cloth.

“Shall we turn her back?” asked Sasha with a giggle when they were done.

“Nah, the ball’s ready again.  Straight to whatever you had in mind.”

Sasha put on a grand show of being shocked at the suggestion.  “Le gasp!  Without asking?”

“Yes,” growled Tara.  “No asking, just...”  She stopped when the ball hit her, and she dwindled.  Her neck craned back as Sasha rose higher and higher above her, and when she stopped she was about six inches tall.  Sasha scooped her up in one hand, and picked up the ball in the other.

A minute later, Rachel was human once more, and the same height as Tara.  “You’ve got something wicked planned,” squeaked Rachel.

“I have.  You two are small enough I can fit both of you between my breasts.  Or... elsewhere, if you’re especially worshipful to your owner.”

Rachel and Tara took one look at each other, grinned, then bowed deeply.  “Oh yes, owner Sasha.   We are yours to use as you see fit.”

Sasha’s eyes lit up brightly. “Oooh, this is going to be fun.”