The next few weeks were a whirlwind of paperwork and packing.  Sasha stayed human for most of that time, cleaning every possible surface in the apartment to leave it spotless for the new tenants.  She was quite adamant on that point.

The magic ball got a serious workout on the day of the big move.  They piled the bed high with boxes, then converted the entire lot to a small white box labelled “Master Bedroom”, and after a recharge, they did much the same with the common room, and several other piles of boxes besides.  Sasha kept the kitchen pile for last.  She’d acquired a particularly large box, and managed to fit herself inside it as part of the pile.  Tara laughed, and did as Sasha had expected.

As a result, the actual move itself took a single trip in the pickup truck Tara’s father had borrowed from a friend.  He helped carry the small pile of cubes and handful of normal boxes up to their new home.  Stacy met them at the door with the keys.  Tara made sure she was holding the kitchen cube as she entered their new home, and set it where it belonged.  After tapping it with the ball to restore it, Sasha burst out of her box with glee.  “We’re here!  We’re really here!”

Tara and Rachel hugged her tight.  “We really are.  Our own place!  A whole kitchen to equip, trophies to line up, a bedroom to set up...  I don’t even know what we’re going to do with all the space.”

“More room to dance!” cheered Rachel.

“Room for a big housewarming party!” added Sasha.

Tara nodded, fingering the new key ring she was holding.  Then she frowned down at it.  “Wait, why is there a car key on this?”

Her father grinned at her.  “The building has underground parking, and there is a slot there with this unit’s number on it.  I figured it’d be a shame for it to stand empty.”

“What?”

“Let’s go see.”

They all trooped into the elevator, and rode it down to “P”.  Tara looked around.  The slots were numbered logically so soon she found 707 and in it a very shiny black car.  I was an older model of Honda Civic, but someone (Tara could guess who) had cleaned and waxed it thoroughly.  “Are you serious?”

“Very much so.  Friend of mine was getting rid of it, let me have it cheap.  Mileage isn’t too bad, but you’ll have to keep on top of maintenance.  And insurance, once it comes ‘round next year.  Your mother wants you all to come for dinner more often, so...”

Tara hugged her father tight.  “This is amazing.  Thank you so much.”

She stepped back from her father and studied him.  “I do have one other question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why you, and not Trish?”

Her father chuckled warmly.  “For moving my baby girl into her first home?  That’s very much a Daddy thing, don’t you think?”

“Well, yes... but you’re still my father even when you’re a woman.”

“I know.  That’s not the only thing, though.  Look, I’d rather explain this back upstairs, if that’s okay with you.”

Tara nodded, and they all rode the elevator back up to the seventh floor.  Tara sighed happily as she opened it and looked out over her new home, and the view beyond the great-room.  There were lots of buildings to be seen, but there were trees, skyline, even some mountains in the distance.  “I still can’t believe I get to live here.  It’s like a dream.”

A moment after the door closed, there was a flicker of light and Tara’s father became a woman in a flowery dress.  “Trish feels the same to me.  And yet...  I find there are social aspects of being a man that I also like.  I have a place in the community, a role and expectations that I understand.  I like that person, too.  And with the watch, I don’t have to give him up.”

“Are you happy?” asked Tara.

Trish nodded eagerly.  “In different ways, certainly.  I do like going out as Trish from time to time, but it’s not the same.”  She giggled.  “I often get mistaken as your mother’s niece.”

“We could make her younger, too,” offered Rachel.

Trish smiled.  “Might try that sometime.  But then we wouldn’t have any place in society, you know?  We’ve created lives for ourselves, and we’d have to start over.”

“That’s not true,” protested Tara.  “Everyone knows about magic, you could...”

“Explain over and over, yes.  I’ve thought about it, considered the shape of that life, and... well, we’re both pretty happy with things as they are, and have no desire to shake it up.  Outside the bedroom, anyway,” added Trish with a broad smirk.

Tara rolled her eyes.  “Guess I can’t argue with that, considering some of the crazy stuff we’ve turned each other into for the bedroom.”

“Okay, now we’re getting deep into too much information territory.”

At that moment, one of the little white cubes decided to stop being a little white cube, and was replaced by a king sized bed covered in boxes.  Tara stared at it blankly for a moment.  “But it should have stayed...  Crap!  The charger!  Plug in the charger!”

A quick search turned up the spell charger in one of the handful of boxes moved normally.  Soon it graced the kitchen island, humming away happily.  All the other charging gear and phones were soon in place beside it.

Tara poked Dawn’s phone, then frowned.  “They’re still screwing around with that payment.  This is crazy, they owe her for that job, they should pay.”

“Who owes what now?” asked Trish.

That led to an explanation of where Sasha’s favourite bra had come from, and the surprising return of Tara’s father.  “I know a few guys who can poke into this.  I’ll get some answers, then we can confront the company.”

“Oooh, can I be there when you do it?” asked Tara.

“It’ll take a week or so, but sure.”

*** *** ***

“Hey Penny, got a minute?” asked Tara, with Rachel standing just behind her.

“Both of you, hmm.  What’s up?”

“Can we swap things around so we’re both off this Sunday?  We’ll cover extra classes to balance things if it helps.”

“Taking Tara to church at last?” asked Penny.  “Sure.”

“Well... mostly so we can have a housewarming party Saturday night.  I suspect most of us will be in no condition to work the next day.”

Penny chuckled and nodded.  “Planning to get drunk, are we?”

“More like worn.  I figure on turning it into a sleepover once things wind down some,” claimed Rachel with a grin.  “We’ll be tired... and probably clothing.  Except Tara, who’ll be wearing all of us.”

Tara blushed but nodded.  “I’m really looking forward to that part.”

“Sounds like fun.  When should I show up?” asked Penny.

“We’re starting at six.  Feel free to bring the petrifier.”

Penny’s eyes widened.  “How did you...”

“Because your name was on the list of people wanting to transform Dawn.  As long as you can change them back by morning, you’ll have willing victims.”

Penny gawped at her.  “Are you serious?”  Tara nodded, and got a big bear-hug in return.  “Thank you!”

*** *** ***

When she was buying snacks for the housewarming party, Tara noticed one of the cashiers watching her avidly.  So of course she picked that lane when it came time to pay.  She wasn’t even particularly surprised when the cashier turned the light off and put a ‘closed’ sign on the belt behind her groceries.  “You too?”

“We drew straws, I got the long one.”

Tara smiled at her.  “I see you’ve hidden your name tag.  I’ll need to know it for the paperwork.”

“Oh.  Fooey.  I was looking forward to being rid of it.”

“Not a fan of your name?” asked Tara curiously.

“It’s not the name, it’s all the baggage that goes with it.  Everyone expects you to do this, be that, want the other.  I’m done with it.  Being human sucks.”

“It can get better,” said Tara softly.  “If you work at it.”

“Don’ wanna.”

Once Tara paid, they walked to the manager’s office.  He nodded to the cashier.  “Paperwork’s ready.  Are you sure?”

“Very.  I’ve given away what little I had, mostly to my roommate.”

“You’re very considerate,” said Tara.  “The world could use more people like that.”

The girl sighed, and shook her head.  “Sorry.  My mind’s made up.”

“And you’re so sure what it will be like?” asked Tara.

The ex-cashier nodded eagerly as she signed the paperwork.  “Sasha dropped by a while back, told us all what it was like being yours.”

Tara chuckled softly.  “I’m surprised there isn’t a line out the door.  Sasha’s persuasive.  I’ve been her clothes a few times, and been sorely tempted to stay.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Tara shrugged.  “Family.  A job I like.  Things I’d miss about being human.  Sasha’s a sweetie, and helped ease me back to the land of the living.  She’s not the type to keep people.”

“But you are?”

Tara smiled at her.  “Yes.  I will keep you.  I like keeping things that once were people, and making sure their new life is everything they hoped for.  What are you hoping for?”

The girl looked at the floor, wriggling uncertainly.  “I... want to be useful.”

“Mmm, I can see that.  I could use a new gym bag.  One that’s happy to store all my stuff, and get used every day.  One that only opens for me, nobody else, and keeps my things safe.”

“Oooh!  I can do that!”

Tara pulled the glowing ball from her purse.  “Then you will.”  She tossed it at the girl, who eagerly lept toward it.  She smiled so happily as her body smoothed away that Tara couldn’t help but smile back at her.  At it, the sleek green bag now resting by her feet.

“Open,” said Tara to the bag, and it obediently opened.  “Good bag.”

She filled it with groceries, then hefted it experimentally.  “Oh, you’re a good strong one.  You’ll be very useful.”

The manager chuckled softly.  “Are you like that with all of them?”

“Oh yes.  I want them to know that they’re doing their job well.”

That got a laugh. “Might be the first time anyone has said that to them.  No wonder they’re so eager.  There’s a queue, you know.  Half of my employees are on it.  I’ve asked them to keep it to one per week, and so far it’s working.  Heck, I think they’re a little more eager than before.  Morale has been good.”

“I’m glad I can help,” said Tara sincerely.  “It’s good to have purpose.”

“It is indeed.  See you next week.”

*** *** ***

“Elaine, Crissy, good you could make it,” greeted Tara warmly.  She introduced them around to the others at the housewarming as their old neighbours.

“Did you bring the wand?” Tara asked once they were done.

Elaine shook her head.  “Best not to mix magic, and I heard a rumour that your toy was going to get a workout.”

“Oh, it will.  Once my folks go home.  C’mon, let me show you around the place.”

Elaine and Crissy gushed about how beautiful it was, and especially about the view.  “It must cost you a bomb to live here.”

Tara looked over to Rachel and Sasha, chatting with Penny and James.  “Between the three of us, we’re not too badly off.  But really, if you have a down payment, it’s not that much worse than rent on our old apartment.”

“Get out!” exclaimed Elaine.  “Really?  Because Crissy got a huge promotion, and...”  Elaine ducked her head.  “But I can’t possibly match her share.”

Crissy put a hand on her sweetie’s arm.  “That’s okay.  You do so much around the house.”

“Kind of like Sasha and me, really.  Maybe you should look into what it would cost to buy her out.”

“Tara!” protested Elaine.  “I don’t want to spend my days as her bra.”

“Snuggled up close to her chest all day, being supportive and there for her...” teased Tara.

Elaine flushed.  “I...  I...”

Tara patted her on the arm.  “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.  If you’d like, we can give you a trial run later tonight.  Before that, I think Penny wants to play with her petrifier.”

“Penny has a petrifier?” Elaine asked.

Tara nodded, and headed over toward her boss.  “Hey Penny.  I’ve got you a volunteer.”

“Volunteer?” squeaked Elaine.  “Me?”

Penny looked her over.  “You would make a very pretty statue.  I promise I’ll turn you back before the snacks are all gone.”

“H..how long does it last?” asked Elaine.

Penny pulled a blocky grey ray-gun from her purse, drawing another squeak from Elaine.  She kept it carefully pointed at the ground.  “It’s reversible.  One shot to petrify you, another to restore you.”

“But... what if it breaks?”

“Oh, there are thousands of these.  Much cheaper than housing prisoners in cells.  They’re interchangeable, so if this one breaks, any of the others can still restore you.  I don’t have a spare, but they’re fairly easy to come by.”  She rapped it with her free hand, and it thunked like solid metal.  “They’re industrial grade, you’d need a sledgehammer to break it.”

“Oh.  So it’s... safe?”

“For very specific values of safe,” replied Penny seriously.  “It is a permanent change.  If you aren’t zapped again, you will stay as a statue.  But I would never do that.”

Tara glanced over at her curiously.  “Not even to Dawn?”

“Um... well, I was hoping to talk her into a permanent position.  But only if she agreed!” protested Penny.

“I agree,” said Elaine.  “Just for a little while.  How should I pose?”

“And can I get in on the pose?” asked Crissy.

“You too?” asked Elaine.  “Oh, this could be cool.  Can you petrify both of us at once?”

Penny shook her head.  “One person per zap.  It holds six charges, so I can come pretty close.  It takes a little while for the change to spread, so you’ll both be changing at the same time.”

Elaine grinned madly.  “That sounds perfect.  How should we pose?”

Tara looked to Sasha, who studied the two of them with a professional air.  Holding hands wasn’t nearly enough for her.  “C’mon, snuggle up together to really sell ‘love’.  Arms around each other, look into each other’s eyes and sell it to us.  Put everything you feel for each other into your expressions.  Yes!  Just like that.  Zap them!”

Penny did so, moving quickly from side to side to fire the petrifying ray at Elaine’s hands first, then Crissy’s.

“Oooh,” squealed Elaine as her hands turned pale. “It’s chilly... tingly.  Kind of nice, though.”  She started to giggle.  “You didn’t say it tickled!”

“Hold your expression,” chided Sasha.  “Or do you want to look like a statue of giggling fools?”

That made everyone laugh, and the joyous expression captured as Elaine and Crissy’s faces were solidified was lovely, if a touch comical.  Their skin was paler than before, but not the white of marble - a little of Elaine’s blush showed through, and her dark hair had become more of a slate grey.

Penny strode around the resulting sculpture, studying intently with a beaming smile on her face.  “Oh my God this is so perfect.  Do I really have to change them back?”

“Yes,” said Rachel, just as Tara said “No.”

Sasha poked her sweetie.  “They were promised restoration before the night is through.  No teasing.”

“Aww.”

“Doesn’t matter,” said Penny.  “They can’t hear us.  It’s quiet, cool and dark where they are.  Whether it’s minutes, hours or days it feels much the same.”

“You’ve partaken?” asked Tara with a grin.  “How often?”

“As often as I can find someone I trust to zap me back in the morning.  Which isn’t as often as I’d like, honestly.”

“I’d be glad to help,” offered Tara promptly.

“As a target?” asked Penny, waggling the petrifier suggestively while still keeping it pointed away from anyone.

Tara turned to study the statue.  “Hey, their clothes are still moving.  It just changed their bodies?”

“Yep.  You can strip them, but it always looks weird.  It doesn’t smooth out all the folds and creases where seams and underwire were pressed into the skin.”

Tara eyed her parents.  “I might be willing to help with that... later.”

Penny followed her gaze.  “I heard a rumour about Trish.  Will we get to meet her before then?”

Tara grinned. “Let’s find out.”  She bounded over to her parents.  “Hey, Dad.  Is Trish going to come out and play?”

“I think the gender balance here is skewed badly enough as it is,” replied Tara’s father with a grin.  “Four guys vs a roomful of women.”

Tara looked around at the party.  Penny and Fatima from the gym, and a few of Sasha’s remaining friends from her old cashier job, Harriet and Betty.  Her brother Carl had brought his girlfriend, Kat.  Add her mother and her sweeties, “Four to nine isn’t that bad.”

Her father just laughed.  “We’ll make a show of it before we leave, I promise.”

Tara nodded.  “Anyone else want to get turned into a statue?  We have one more slot open...”

Everyone gathered around the statue and admired it, but there were no volunteers.  After a few moments of silence Kat spoke up.  “What is it like?”

Penny shrugged.  “Quiet.  Still.  Cold, but not unpleasantly so.”

“Pass.  I have other changes in mind.  Carl said you had some kind of clothing transformation toy, Tara?”

Tara grinned.  “I’ll let you have a go with it, if you answer something first.”

Kat’s grin lived up to her name.  “Anything.”

“What was up with Carl getting stuck as your swimsuit?  We figure he lost a bet.”

Kat giggled.  “Not quite.  He won the coin toss, and elected to be the swimsuit instead of the cute girl.”

“Kat...” groaned Carl.

“Now now.  Let’s be honest with what we want, hmm?” purred Kat, slinking up against her sweetie.

“So the choice was cute girl or swimsuit?” asked Tara.  “Why?”

“A friend had a family cabin on the beach, and there was room in the car for one more.  Girls-only trip.  That friend’s family had a toy like yours, and was willing to ‘help out’.  We couldn’t agree on who would get to be which, so there was a coin toss.  As I said, your brother won, and got to be a sexy swimsuit for a week.”

Tara frowned.  “But he was stuck for weeks.”

Kat giggled and winked at her sweetie.  “He was convinced that he’d always been a swimsuit, and when I told him it was time to change back he didn’t want to.  So Cindy said I could keep him that way.”

“And you just... did?”

“He was between jobs at the time, so it wasn’t a big deal until your parents made a fuss.  I wasn’t really going to keep him.”

“Aww,” said Tara, then giggled.  “So do you want to spend the night as Kat’s lingerie, Carl?”

“Actually...” mused Carl.  “I’ve kind of wondered what it would have been like if the coin toss had gone the other way, and I’d been stuck as a girl for a week, wearing Kat.”

Kat grinned.  “Ooh!  You never said...  Yes, let’s do that.”

Carl blinked at her.  “Just like that?”

“I’ve known Cindy for ages.  She’s turned me into all kinds of stuff.  Swimsuits on sexy bodies in the sun...  Rrrr.  Can you turn me into a swimsuit for a day, so Carl can go swimming in me tomorrow?”

“A female cut, or a male?”

“Oh, definitely girly.  Very girly.”

Tara studied her brother.  “And should he be Carl-as-a-girl, or a copy of you.”

“You can do that?” asked Kat.  “Cindy’s is kind of... get what you get, you know?”

“This one’s a bit tricky, you need to be able to visualize what you want.  Which can go... badly,” said Tara with a giggle and a glance at her father.

“I’ll get that story from you later.  Could you make Carl a clone of me?  I like the symmetry... and my job isn’t all that tough, so he could handle it for a few days.”

“Hey, wait,” said Carl.  “Are you serious?  You’d let me just... take over your life for a bit?”

Kat giggled.  “Who said anything about ‘a bit’?  I love being a swimsuit, and the idea of being my own swimsuit?”  She fanned herself.  “I might want to stay.”

“Seriously.”

Kat nodded solemnly.  “We’ll work something out if you can’t handle being me.”

“How about we just start with the day, and see where we are.  Okay?” wheedled Carl.

Kat grinned.  “Works for me.”

Tara handed the ball off to Sasha.  “You’re better at this than I am.  Think you can make Carl look like Kat, except a bit sexier?”

“You’re on,” said Sasha.

Kat pretended to pout at Tara’s request, but she watched the change avidly.  The changes to Carl were drastic, but the differences from her own body and outfit were subtle.  Carl’s newly blonde hair had just a little more body, her new lips were just a touch fuller, and there was a heart-shaped beauty mark on one cheek.  “Ooooh.  Damn, girl.  You do fine work.”

Sasha bowed to her.  “Thank you.”

The next few minutes were a whirl of dancing in front of mirrors and posing for pictures.  Tara’s mother snapped more than anyone else, giggling madly at just how cute Carl was.

“So... you don’t mind that I’m a girl?” asked Carl once things had calmed down a bit.

Mrs. Stark shook her head.  “Nope.  I’ve tried both sides, girls are definitely better.”

The expression on Carl’s face as he digested that information triggered even more giggling, from Tara as well.

“Come on, bro.  Let’s see how this swimsuit fits.  Going to model it for us?”

Carl blinked at the blue one-piece Tara was offering.  It was covered in wavy lines of white dots of various sizes, looking almost like lace.  “That’s...”

“Ah ah ah.  Don’t say the swimsuit’s name.  If you want to get it properly in the right mindset, you need to call it what it is, and praise it for how pretty it is, and how well it fits.”

“That assumes I want her to decide to stay as a swimsuit.”

Tara smirked.  “Sweetie, I don’t think you’re going to get that choice.  If your pretty new swimsuit decides it really wants this, are you going to say no?”

Carl stared at his sister.  “I...  Oh hell.”

Tara giggled.  “Don’t worry.  It’ll all work out well, I promise.  You might find you enjoy wearing it.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Oooh, so can we get a little modelling show?”

Carl blushed and shook his head.  “I’d... rather do that in private.  The first time, anyway.  Maybe later.”

Tara nodded.  “We’ll be here tomorrow if you decide to drop by.  This place even has a pool in the back!  We could all go swimming.”

“And some of you would be swimsuits?”

Tara grinned and nodded.  She gave her brother a comforting hug, then waved cheerfully as he headed off, still getting used to how his new body swayed...

“I think that’s our cue,” said Tara’s father.  Tara gave him a hug as well.  “Where’s Mom?”

He handed her a pile of black translucent fabric, smirking at his daughter’s blush.  “Another private showing, I’m afraid.”  He tapped his watch, and a moment later Trish took his place, and took the fabric back.

Tara shook her head, grinning.  “You, I’d rather not see like that.  There are some things...”

Trish giggled, and took her leave.

Rachel snuggled up behind Tara.  “Time to have some real fun, now that your parents aren’t here to disapprove.”

Tara smirked.  “And what do you have in mind?”

“Well, Penny has enough charge to change and restore one more person.  I think a nice muscular nude would be right up her alley.”

Tara gasped softly at the suggestion.  “I still can’t believe I offered...  Where’d Sasha’s friends go?”

“She’s wearing them.  They wanted a taste of what it would be like.”

“Oh, are they wanting to become part of the collection?”

Rachel nodded.  “You know what it’s like to have Sasha work you over.  They’ll be begging to stay, but apparently their boss made it very clear they have to wait their turn.  Something about once a week?  It’s been weeks, how many ex-clerks are there in your closet?”

“Not counting Sasha at the moment... four?  The nightie, my new gym bag, and that new pair of workout shoes.  They’re amazingly comfortable.  We should get you a pair.”

Rachel tried very hard not to look tempted.  She failed.  “Damn it.  I thought this was just your kink.”

“One of us...” chanted Tara.

Sasha wiggled her way over then, showing off her new top and skirt.  Both were nearly translucent, and a very pretty maroon bra showed from underneath the top.  “Who’s one of us now?”

“Rachel.  Think you could talk your friends into being her shoes?”

“Mmm... probably not.  I think light and swishy is more their style.”  Sasha swung her hips to make her skirt sway, and sailed her arms through the air to make her sleeves flutter.

Tara watched, entranced.  So did Rachel.  Sasha smirked at both of them.  “Mmm.  Can I add more people to my ensemble?  You’d make a lovely fluttery scarf.”

Rachel made a vaguely approving noise, and a moment later she was fluttering to the ground.

“Sasha!” protested Tara.

Sasha smirked at her sweetie as she scooped up her sweetie-scarf and draped it around her shoulders.  “Disappointed it wasn’t you?”

Tara licked her lips.  “Shocked you’d do that without asking permission.”

Sasha’s smirk smouldered.  “Everyone here knows what’s up.  The plan was for there to be one person left at the end, wearing all the others.”

Tara looked around.  Two statues, and Penny still admiring her work.  James and Malcolm chatting quietly in the corner.  “There aren’t a lot of others left.”

Tara headed over to chat with her favourite students.  After a little small talk, she gestured to the ball in Sasha’s hand.  “It’s pajama party time.  Clothes or girls?”

“Girls!” replied James without hesitation.  “Same deal as before, please.”

While Sasha was squeezing the ball, Malcolm put up his hand.  “Can I try something first?”

Sasha cocked her head curiously, but nodded.  “I can make you anything you like.”

“I want to be a girl, but not like James.”

“Do tell,” purred Tara, watching avidly.

Malcolm nodded to her.  “You won’t laugh?”

“Only if it’s actually funny.”

Malcolm chuckled softly.  “I suppose it might be at that.  The panties got me thinking about what it would be to be a totally girly girl.  I’m this big muscular guy, I want to be... everything the opposite of that.”

“Petite, curvy.  Big pouty lips perfect for...”  Sasha’s grin went incandescent as she saw Malcolm’s response.  “Oh!  You want to be a bimbo.”

Malcolm nodded.  “Yeah.  Can you... can you make it so I like going down on James?”

Sasha prowled closer to him.  “I can do that, but you have to help.  Hold that thought in your mind.  Focus deeply on it.  You are a cock sucking bimbo and you love it.  Say it.”

“I am a cock...”  Malcolm sputtered and started to snicker.  “Sorry.  Hard.”

James’ laughter exploded out of him.  “You usually are.”

Malcolm snorted with laughter as well.  Once everyone had had a good giggle, Sasha restarted her induction, and after a few tries Malcolm was repeating her mantra calmly and softly.  When his body changed, the mantra kept going, though the pitch slid upward by nearly an octave.

“Oh, wow...” breathed James as he stared at the curvy shortstack his friend had become.  “You are a bimbo.”

Malcolm giggled happily.  “I am!  It worked!  I totally want to suck your cock.”

“You... do realize you’re not remotely my type right now.”

Malcolm pouted ever so cutely, and the puppydog eyes were impossible to deny.  James sighed softly.  “Well... this should be interesting.  How long will he be like this?”

“About a week.  I can change him back later if you...”  Malcolm’s puppy dog eyes caught Sasha, and she sighed.  “I hope he has the time off.”

James chuckled softly.  “Yeah, he took next week off, ‘just in case’.  I might be calling in, too.  If this doesn’t work, maybe I’ll be his bra while he goes to have his fun.”

“While she goes to have her fun,” said Sasha emphatically.  “You’re a girl, right Mal?”

“Not Mal.  Mel,” giggled the little pouty-lipped cutie.  “Short for Melanie.”

“Wow,” breathed James.  “You’re really getting into this.”

Melanie leered down at his crotch.  “I know what I want to get into...”

“Aaand I think that’s my cue.  G’night everyone.”  James scooted Melanie out the door.

Penny shook her head and chuckled.  “Those two are going to be fun to tease when they next show their faces at the gym.”

Tara laughed.  “I just hope James is a little less gay than he thought.”

“Did you see the bulge in his pants?” asked Penny with a very broad smirk.

“Speaking of bulges... we seem to have chased off the last of the guys.  If you wanted that nude statue...” Tara had her own smirk in reply.  Penny’s stunned look made it broaden even more.  “What is it worth to you?”

Penny’s jaw worked without any sound coming out.  “Uh...  Really?  You want me to pay...”

Tara shook her head.  “Oh, not money.  What can I do to you in return?”

“Anything,” breathed Penny, before she shook herself out of her trance.  “Well, as long as I get to work tomorrow.  Someone needs their classes covered.”

Tara smirked.  “I could use a new dildo to use with my sweetie...”

Penny’s eyes went very wide.

“But... that might push the boss-employee relationship a bit too far.  I’ll figure something out.  Later.”  Tara glanced around, realized the only person left to watch was Sasha, then started stripping out of her clothes.  She made a playful dance of it, focussing on Sasha, but noticed that Penny’s gaze was glued to her as well.

“Like what you see?”

“Hell yes.  Sure there isn’t room for another in your harem?”

Tara chuckled warmly.  “Three is already pushing things.  Once we find our feet...”  She glanced over at Sasha, who was smiling.  “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” agreed Sasha.  “Though a little teasing and fun now and then is definitely okay.”

“And posing?” asked Penny hopefully.

Tara grinned and thrust her chest out and her arms back, legs arched as if she was just breaking the tape at the end of a hard race.  “Like thi... oooh, that does tickle.”

Tara glanced down at her hips, which were going hard and pale.  A very pleasant tingle settled into her middle as the effect spread.  “I can see why you like this.”

“Expression, Tara.  Make this good,” encouraged Sasha.

Tara managed a bit of a nod before schooling her expression to a victory grin.  One final puff of breath escaped, then she was still.  The tingling slowly died away, and she felt her body heat go with it.  Tara’s mind slowed as the heat leached out of her body.  The silence and the dark lulled her into a peaceful sleep.