Rachel was the first one awake on Monday.  She draped the somewhat tattered remnants of Sasha over Tara, and smiled as the colours shifted to warm oranges in the coziness of the bed.

Tara smiled up at her and blew her a kiss.  “Shall we get her up for breakfast?”

The colours faded, but didn’t turn toward blues and indigo.

“My choice, hmmm.  Lazy morning in bed or pancakes, that’s a tough one.”

Rachel returned to the kitchen.  “There are some leftovers in the fridge from the last batch,” she called.

“Snuggling in bed it is.”

Rachel returned to cuddle up with Tara, but when she tried to turn kisses into something more, Tara shook her head.  “Just cuddles.”

“Why?”

“Because cuddles are at least as important as sex.  Probably more so.”

Rachel pulled away to stare at Tara.  “Seriously?”

Tara nodded emphatically.  “I need this.”

“But still sex some of the time?”

“Yes, you doof.  I’m not saying no, just...  Cuddles please.”

Rachel smiled at her sweetie and snuggled up to her.  “Okay.  On one condition.”

Tara pouted.  “Conditions?”

“Fine.  Just... let me wear you sometime, okay?  I want a Tara power top, it seemed to really energize you when you wore me to work.”

“Promise.  You’re the one working this Thursday, right?  You can wear me then.”

“Cool.”  Rachel snuggled up tightly against Tara, wrapping her arms and legs around her sweetie.

Tara made a contented cooing noise that Rachel had never heard before, and burrowed in to the snuggle.

“What was that?” asked Rachel, amusement tingeing her voice.

Tara kissed her softly.  “Just... all this.  Wearing Sasha who’s giddily happy to be owned.  Offering to be worn, and trusting it won’t be for longer than I like.  Snuggles.  Kinky transformed sex on the regular.  Is this really my life?”

“Objections?” asked Rachel.

“No!  God, no.  Thankful.  Bewildered at my good luck.  What did I do to deserve this?”

“You fell in love with two very lucky women, and accepted them just the way they accept you, flaws, kinks and all.”

Tara smiled at her, and brushed her lips with a tender kiss.  “Okay, then.  What kink of yours have we missed out on?  We’ll do it tonight.”

“Well... you said you weren’t an exhibitionist, but...  I’d love to race you, original Olympics style.”

Tara took a moment to figure out what that meant.  “Running through the streets naked?  Um... I might not be ready for that yet.  How about we hit the swimming pool after hours?”

“Skinnydip racing?  You’re on!  Winner gets to... do something fun to the loser.”

“As long as it’s fun for both of us.”

Rachel smiled at Tara.  “Of course.  I could use a nice pillow...”

Tara grinned.  “Okay, then.  Loser gets to be the winner’s pillow for the night.”

Rachel snuggled up beside her.  “And what about for today?”

Tara sighed mournfully.  “I have a promise to make good on.  I should see how Dawn is doing.”

“But not yet?”  Rachel nuzzled Tara’s neck, eliciting a delightful shudder.

“Not yet.”

*** *** ***

Later that morning, when Tara asked Sasha if she’d rather go visit Dawn as a human or a dress, Sasha giggled.  “Dress, of course!”

“Color changing, able to move?”

Sasha shook her head.  “Just a dress.  You own me, act like it.”

Tara growled gutterally as she tossed the magic ball at Sasha, then scooped up the resulting dress.  She slithered into it, and posed in front of the mirror to check out her work.  Her dress was modest and plain, with a skirt that fluttered gently around her thighs as she moved, but stayed quite still when she did not.  She nodded in approval, and set out for the day.

At Brightview Designs, Tara walked into the lobby and waved to Trinian.  Then she turned to Dawn’s display and stopped.  The display case was still there, but there was no kimono inside it.  “Um, Trinian?  Where’s Dawn?”

“Uh...  She’s here, just...”  Trinian blushed.  “She started showing inappropriate images, and they had to move her to a boardroom.  You’re authorized to visit, of course.”

Tara turned to face her.  “Please.”

As she followed Trinian further into the building, Tara asked how the kimono’s artistic work had gone.  Trinian was still gushing about it when they reached the boardroom.  Once again, Tara stopped abruptly.  There on the wall was Dawn, displaying a writhing mass of intertwining bodies that would make the illustrator of the Kama Sutra blush.

Tara felt her cheeks go warm.  Many of the women in the display looked rather too much like she did.  “Dawn?”

The writhing stopped immediately, and one body disentangled itself from the rest and stepped ‘forward’, growing larger as the rest of the image faded to a plain cream background.  Words formed above Dawn’s head.  “TARA!  You’re back!”

Tara grinned. “I am.  What was all that about?”

“BORED”, wrote Dawn.

“Looked more like severely horny to me.  Has anyone touched you since I left you here?”

Dawn shook her head.

Tara turned to glare at Trinian.  “She needs to be worn.”

“I tried that, once.  I...”  Trinian shook her head.  “She made her opinion clear.”

“Dawn... what did you do?”

Dawn’s image was suddenly bound in a black leather straightjacket, but she was grinning.

Trinian giggled.  “That’s what I looked like, but I could still move.  In retrospect, it was kind of funny.”

Dawn bowed floridly to Trinian, and held up a small bouquet of flowers as a peace offering.

“Fine, fine, you’re forgiven.”

“Forgiven for?” asked Mr. Lumin as he strode into the boardroom.

“The time I tried to wear her and...”

“Ah yes, that incident.”  He turned to Tara.  “Are you here to take her home?”

Tara took a moment to gather her thoughts.  She saw Dawn nodding eagerly and grinned.  “I think that would be a good idea.  She needs to be touched, to be worn.”

“She is your property.  She has also been immensely productive, we have art assets for the next six months’ worth of ad campaigns.  I’d like it if she could be here for brainstorming sessions, but... hanging in the hallway the rest of the time isn’t working, is it?”

Dawn shook her head.  “Sorry about what your wife saw,” appeared as text above her head.

Mr. Lumin laughed and waved it off.  “It’s fine.  She’s no fainting flower, and if that night’s events are anything to go by, she’d probably like a copy.  I know I would.”

Tara laughed warmly.  “Oh, this I have to see.”

“I should prefer to make that a private photo session, if you don't mind,” said Mr. Lumin.

“That good?”

“That accurate.  We’ll miss her presence, but she needs a human touch, and it’s obvious she wants you.”

Tara nodded.  “I think we can come to some agreement.  I could swing by with her a few days a week, so she can hang out with you fine folk.  Does that sound good?”

“Set it up with Trinian, we’ll schedule around her availability.”

“Sounds like you’ve worked with temperamental artists before,” chuckled Tara.

“You have no idea.  Even with the nudist incident, she’s far from the worst, and positively a treat to work with when we’re bouncing around ideas for a campaign.  To see a new idea take form right there in front of you is energizing.”

Mr. Lumin shook Dawn’s sleeve.  “It has been a pleasure, and I hope I’ll see you again soon.”

After he’d left, Trinian took Dawn’s mounting bar off the wall and slid it out of her sleeves.  She then offered Dawn up to Tara.  “Are you going to wear her now?”

Tara ran her fingertips over the rich fabric, then nodded.  “I think a nice walk would do her good.”  She slipped into the Kimono, letting it drape over her arms.  “Oh, she feels very... friendly.”

Trinian giggled.  “She looks good on you.”  She gestured to the boardroom’s window and Tara checked out her reflection there.  It didn’t look like she was wearing a kimono at all, instead it looked like she was wearing skin-tight leather.

Tara patted down her sleeve, which still felt like the kimono.  “Fascinating.  Does the illusion work from all directions?”

Trinian walked around her, and shrugged.  “Better from the front and back, but it’s hard to spot from any angle.  Is she actually invisible?”

“Can you make me invisible?” asked Tara.  A moment later, her body faded like mist.  As she moved there was a blurry cloud-like version of her body faintly visible.  “Not bad.  Not quite my style, though.  And I’d like to see my pretty dress at least some of the time.”

The misty cloud whisked away to leave Tara’s long yellow dress visible, though a jaunty green vest got added over top of it.

“Very nice.”

Tara and Trinian walked back to the entrance, but Trinian put a hand on Tara’s arm before she left.  “Can I... ask a few questions?”

Tara studied her curiously.  “Oh!  George’s time is up, isn’t it.  Did you give him back?”

Trinian nodded.  “I got the toy, as promised.  Cyn’s been having fun with it, but...”  Her words trailed off but her longing expression spoke volumes.

Tara grinned broadly.  “I know that look.  You discovered something about yourself.”

“Maybe?  I don’t think I understand it.”

“Tell me what made your heart sing.”

Trinian leaned closer.  “They’re just so...  Precious.  Something about holding a compressed human in your hands, feeling them tremble with lust...  How do I go back?”

“Back?” asked Tara, puzzled.  “Back to what?”

“To being normal!” whispered Trinian desperately.  “To wanting normal sex.”

“Does Cyn enjoy being your toy?”

Trinian nodded.  “So much.  She... she offered to stay that way all weekend.  But it’s so dangerously tempting.  I could keep her like that, the toy is safe that way.  Keep her, change her back when I like.  If I like.  I...”

Tara put a finger to Trinian’s lips.  “Shh.  It’s fine.  Ask her.”

“Ask her what?”

“If she wants to be owned by you.  Sasha liked it so much she signed herself over to me, as did Dawn... though she was at least partially a victim of circumstance.”

Trinian’s eyes lit up.  “Dawn doesn’t seem to think she’s a victim.”

Tara glanced down at her chest, and the tiny woman lounging there on a hammock, with an umbrella drink in hand.  She giggled.  “Apparently not.  Are you happy, Dawn?”

She got an enthusiastic grin and a thumbs up from the figure.

“See?  Maybe Cyn will be that happy to be your toy.”

“But I still want to hug her!”

Tara grinned, and wrapped her arms around herself in a hug for her dress and kimono.  “Snuggles are very important.  So... offer a part-time gig?  And accept her answer on what part-time means to her.”  Tara’s grin got wicked.  “And maybe ask how she feels about sharing.  If you did your job right, George might want to be a part-time toy, too.”

Trinian’s eyes went wide and an “ooooh” escaped before she could school her expression.  Then she grinned.  “You really think so?”

“If not George, I’m sure you can find others.  And you should see what Cyn wants.  Maybe she’d like to try turning you into a toy.”

Trinian nodded slowly.  “She was curious.  If we came by some time, could you augment her like you did with me?  You know, so she can use it properly.”

“I’d love that.  I’m pretty sure I could rustle up a few others willing to give it a try.”

Trinian smiled.  “Okay.  We’ll be in touch.”

Tara stepped forward and hugged Trinian tight enough to make her squeak, though that might just have been the surprise.  “Do that.  I’ve had such fun, I hope you learn to accept your desires too.”

“Thanks.”

Tara had a skip in her step for the first few blocks of the walk home.  She’d left the car back at the condo, because it was only a couple miles to Brightview, and it was a lovely sunny day for walking.  Dawn seemed to think so too, fluttering and rippling against her arms and legs as she made her way home.  As always, she got stares and appreciative looks as she walked.  She was used to ignoring them, but today it seemed a little more whispery and pointy than usual.

Tara detoured to walk through one of her favourite local parks, and took her time there.  She had no reason to rush home.  There were a few other people enjoying the park as well,

Including a mother who was minding her preschool-aged daughter.  Said daughter pointed at Tara and asked her mother quite loudly, “Is that lady naked?”

Tara glanced down at herself.  All she could see was skin.  She craned her neck for a better look, and it appeared like she was wearing a flesh-toned bodysuit, not actually naked.  She breathed a quick sigh of relief then growled at Dawn, “Fix this.  At least colour it something not obviously skin tone.”

Tara’s body from the neck down turned a shade of bright yellow, matching the dress that she could still feel underneath the kimono.  She approached the mother and daughter slowly, then called out, “Sorry about that.  I’m wearing a magic kimono with a sense of humor.  She can make me look like whatever she wants.”

The little girl giggled.  “Oh!  You look like a pastel pony.  My favorite is the purple one, can you...”

Tara glanced down at herself, and saw the wash of purple.  It also looked like her leggings had grown longer, hiding her feet behind rounded ‘hooves’.  She grinned and played along by tucking her hands back into her sleeves.  The same effect overcame them as well.  “How’s this?”

“Eee!” squealed the little girl as she ran around Tara to look at her from all sides.  “You even have her tail and mark!”

“Mark?” asked Tara, craning her neck again.  “Oh!  Cute.”  She wiggled her hips, and the illusory tail swished back and forth.  “Nice work, Dawn.”

“Can I ride you?” asked the little girl eagerly.

“Maddie, leave the nice woman alone,” cautioned her mother.

Tara smiled and crouched down to put her head closer to the girl’s.  “I think I could manage a little one like you.  But only if your mother says it’s okay.”

Maddie’s mother studied Tara for a time.  “The whole nudist thing was a... what, a misunderstanding?”

“Magic kimono with a sense of humor.”  Tara lifted a foreleg toward the woman.  “You should be able to feel it.”

The woman touched Tara’s forehoof.  “It doesn’t feel like a kimono.”

“Huh.  Well, she’s there, and responsible for this foolishness.  I don’t have any pressing appointments, so I have time to play... what was it again?”

“Pastel pony!  Pastel pony!” called the little girl.

Tara dropped to all fours.  “Neigh!”

Maddie giggled.  “Pastel ponies can talk.”

“Oh, that’s good.  I like talking.”

“So does Princess Sparkle.  She talks a lot.”

Tara pranced around Maddie.  “What does she talk about?”

“Magic, mostly.  She’s very smart.”

“Hm, maybe I’m the wrong pony then.  Is there a strong one?”

“Yeah, but Princess Sparkle is the bestest!”

“Is she now?  Then I suppose I have to be Princess Sparkle.”

Maddie nodded seriously.  “But you don’t have a horn.  And your face looks funny.”

Maddie’s mother muffled a laugh.  “It does look odd to see a human face on a pony.”

Tara ducked her head and gave it a shake.  “Maybe the kimono has a hood?”  She felt something settle about her face, and when she raised her head Maddie was grinning.

“Pastel pony Princess Sparkle!  Yaay!”

Tara whickered at her amusedly.  “Ready for your ride?  I’ll take it slow.”

Maddie’s mother helped her up on to Tara’s back.  “Be careful.”

“I’m honestly surprised you’re letting her do this at all.”

Maddie’s mother patted Tara’s mane.  “Are you kidding?  She’d never let me hear the end of it if I said no.”

Tara bobbed her head.  “I’ll be good.  You will too, right Maddie?”

“Right!”

Tara started walking about slowly, getting used to the oddly welcome weight on her back.  Before long she was trotting about as if she always had been a pony, with Maddie cheering her on.  They made several laps of the park before Maddie admitted that she was getting a little tired.  Tara knelt by Maddie’s mother and so that her rider could dismount easily.

“That was fun,” enthused Tara.  “Are you usually here on Mondays?  That’s my day off.”

“I think we will be now...” chuckled Maddie’s mother.  “Thanks.  She looks more than ready for a good long nap.”

“Naa sleepy...” murmured Maddie, but she was definitely drooping.

“Hopefully I’ll see you again.  She’s a sweetie.”

“And you are a very curious one yourself.  Are you okay?”

Tara nodded eagerly.  “Never better.”  She trotted the rest of the way home happily, and decided to take the stairs up to the condo.  She couldn’t find her keys under Dawn’s illusion so she knocked on the door with a forehoof instead.

Rachel opened the door with a curious look on her face.  “Hello?”

“Hey sweetie, thanks for letting me in.  Dawn made it hard to find my keys.”

“Tara?  What on earth happened to you?”

Tara trotted into the apartment and shrugged.  “Dawn can make really convincing illusions.”

Rachel patted Tara’s forehead, and gave the horn a tug.  “Hon?  I really don’t think that’s an illusion.”

“Sure it is!  It’s just a hood that makes me...”  Tara looked around, then looked back at herself.  There was no way she could have fit inside the miniature pony body she saw.  “Holy crap.  Dawn, did you know you could do this?”

A kimono fluttered away from Tara and onto the floor, leaving a purple pony behind.  Dawn’s image appeared on the kimono, looking apologetic.  A text balloon said “Sorry.  I got caught up in it.”

“Huh.  I guess that confirms Curly’s theory.”

Rachel blinked at Tara.  “Curly’s theory?”

“That Dawn can use magic.  That’s why the creepy things would happen when she was both depressed and exposed to a source of power.”

Rachel glanced over at the spell charger.  “Like the one we have on the kitchen counter?”

Tara laughed.  “Yeah, like that.  Could you be a dear and shut it off for a bit?”

Rachel did so, and in moments Tara was human once more.  She patted herself down carefully to be sure, and gave her lovely yellow dress a hug once she was done.  “Oh good.”

“So...  What did we learn?”

“Dawn can transform herself, and anyone inside of her... but only as long as they are still inside her, I think.”

Dawn’s image tilted her head curiously.  “I know it’s a lot to ask, but... can I try again?”

Tara picked up the kimono and slipped it on.  “What, do you think I’m afraid you’ll turn me into something weird?”

Dawn nodded.

Rachel laughed.  “I bet she’d love it if you turned her into something weird.  Can you turn her arms and legs into ribbons?”

Tara settled gently to the floor as her arms and legs fluttered into uselessness.  “What the hey?”

“My turn to tie you to the bed.”

Tara looked her body over, then grinned up at Rachel.  “It would appear you have me at your mercy.  What are you going to do to me, you fiend?”

Rachel grinned back at her.  “I’m going to turn you into a helpless pillow-pet, and enslave you to the pleasure of satin in the place of flesh.”

Tara tried to look shocked.  “No!  You can’t!  I’m a real woman, I am...”  But even as she was protesting, a wash of red was flowing over her body, converting flesh to shimmering fabric.

“No,” declared Rachel as she scooped Tara up easily.  “You are a toy.  My precious, lovely toy.”

Tara squirmed in Rachel’s grip.  “I am not a toy, I am a woman!”

Rachel laughed wickedly.  “You don’t look like a woman.  You have buttons instead of nipples.”  While it hadn’t been true when she said it, a moment later there they were.

Tara glanced down at her body and its large, pillowy breasts.  “You’re insane.  Why would you do this to me?”

“Tch, I already told you.  Because you are my toy.  And toys can’t talk.”

Tara’s mouth vanished under a wave of red silk, and her attempt at a retort became helpless muffled moans.

Rachel hummed happily to herself as she tied off Tara’s limb-ribbons to the legs of the bed.  She stood back to study her handiwork.  “Lovely.  Just lovely.  You may speak.”

Tara wriggled what little she could.  “The ribbons seem redundant.  I can barely move even without them.”

“The ribbons are, however, very pretty.  I will not have you denigrate yourself.  You are lovely.”

“I am...”  Tara hesitated.  “Am I really?”

“You are.  I love you whether you’re a woman or a toy, a top or a pillow.  You are my sweet, my angel, my love.”

Tara smiled up at her brightly.  “I love you too.”

Rachel then proceeded to show just how much, and how carnally, she loved Tara, to the latter’s excited exclamations... when she was allowed to speak, which wasn’t often.

*** *** ***

Rachel lay beside Tara exhausted from her play, but still awake, still watching Tara’s expression.  “Let her speak,” she said at last.

Tara took an experimental breath, then licked lips she hadn’t had for the last hour.  “You had far too much fun muting me.”

Rachel giggled warmly.  “You sounded so wonderful moaning helplessly for me.”  Her hips squirmed.  “The idea still makes me hot and bothered.”

Tara smiled.  “Does having me helpless really turn you on so much?  If I’d known...”

Rachel laughed.  “You liked having me tied to the bed, too.  Don’t deny it.”

“I had fun, sure.  But this was something else.  You’d love to do this to me all the time.”

“Well maybe not all the time,” temporized Rachel.  “But... yeah.  Dawn was fantastic, making it feel like I was speaking your reality into or... out of existence.”

Tara raised an eyebrow.  “Out of existence?  You’d turn me into... nothing?”

Rachel shook her head vigorously.  “Just the very best bits.  Though what I want right now is to turn you into a guy and have you...  Ooooh.  Like that, yeah.”

*** *** ***

After Tara finished showering and had toweled herself dry, she returned to the bedroom to study her body in the mirror.  “Are you still here, Dawn?”

The kimono fluttered into existence around her.  “Yes,” was stitched across her chest.

Tara slipped out of the kimono, and was pleased to see her yellow dress was still there as well.  “So... both of you were front and center for all that.  Are... you okay with that?”

Dawn’s naked body appeared on the kimono, nodding with a huge grin.  The grin faded as she watched Tara’s expression.  “Too far?” she asked in a word balloon.

“I need to talk with my sweeties.”

The kimono tinged with blue.  “I’m sorry.”

Tara hugged Dawn tight.  “Don’t be, that was wonderful.  I just need to talk this over with my sweeties before doing it again.  How is this going to work?”

Dawn wriggled in Tara’s grasp, and when Tara let her go she spelled out, “wonderfully.”

Tara giggled.  “I hope you’re right.”

Tara restored Sasha with the ball, and hugged her tight.  “How was it all?  Could you tell what was going on?”

Sasha nodded, looking more than a little dazed.  “I was... you?  Sort of?  Can we do that again?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask.”  Tara tugged Sasha by the hand, and they went to find Rachel.  She was in the kitchen, having a snack.  Sasha shooed her out of the way and started on dinner.

“So...” started Tara.  “We need to talk about how Dawn fits.”

“Very well indeed,” said Rachel with a grin.  “Are you wearing her now?”

Tara glanced down at her naked body, and had to think for a moment.  “No.  She’s still in the bathroom.”

“Go get her.”

Tara left the room, and returned wearing what looked like a shifting array of clouds that never quite revealed anything inappropriate.  “Can we be serious for a bit, please?”

Dawn’s face appeared on one of the clouds and nodded.  The clouds condensed into a single cloud about Tara’ chest, and another about her hips.

“It’s a nice look on you.  Going to go outside like that?” asked Sasha.

Tara laughed.  “Probably.  I don’t want to displace you, but wearing Dawn is... an experience.”

“I know, I was there for all of it,” replied Sasha with a grin.  “My vote is... more please.  That was fun.”

“Same here,” said Rachel.

“Is that enough?” asked Tara.  “We had fun, so sure, add a new person to the group?”

Dawn gave a shake, and spelled out “NOT A PERSON” in huge black letters across Tara’s chest.

Sasha nodded.  “Right, sorry.  How do you want to fit in with this family?”

The kimono faded away, leaving Tara “wearing” only a purple one-piece swimsuit.  Tara rubbed her arms.  “Hm.  I mean... I do have a favourite pair of leggings who also spends time as my workout dress.  I seem to recall you weren’t keen on getting sweaty.”

A “yuk” face showed up over Tara’s belly, then faded again.

“That could work.  I get to be your exercise outfits, and you wear Dawn the rest of the time.”

Tara studied Sasha.  “Did you enjoy being caught up in the changes?”

“Heck yeah!”

“So... hm.  Dawn could hang out here when I’m working, and some of my working days she could be at Brightview to help there.  Sound good?  We could set you up with a place by the window, so you can see the view.”

Two hands appeared over Tara’s breasts, gave them a quick grope, then put their thumbs up. “Well.  That’s one way to get my attention.  Not in public, okay?”

That got the gesture repeated, except with an “OK” gestures after the grope.  Tara laughed, as did the others.  “This should be fun...”

For the next half hour or so, as Sasha was making dinner, Dawn dressed Tara in all manner of things, with Sasha and Rachel cheering her on.  Some of the outfits gave more than the illusion of larger breasts, and the size trended larger over time.  Tara giggled when she realized.  “Why not just turn me into a bean bag chair of a boob while you’re at it?”

So of course, that’s exactly what Dawn did.  Rachel promptly sat down in her, and pronounced her especially comfy.  “Can we keep you like this?”

Tara was unable to answer.  Keep who like what?  Why would Rachel even ask a chair its opinion.  It was very odd, and too much like... something.  Then Rachel’s fingers found Chair’s nipple, and what little mind was left evaporated on a wave of bliss.

Sasha spoke up before Rachel got too absorbed with her new toy.  “You can only keep it until dinner’s ready.  No wasting food.”

Once the food was served, Rachel reluctantly left the bean bag boob, and asked Dawn to restore Tara.  Nothing happened.  “Dawn, please bring Tara back.  It’s dinnertime.”

Tara’s head appeared out of the roundness of the chair, followed by two arms.  “Um, I’ll need more than this to sit at the table, sweetie.”

That got her a pair of legs, and she slowly wobbled to her feet.  From the way it shimmied and wobbled, her midsection was still mostly boob.  “I suppose I can work with this.”

Tara made her way to the table slowly, her body sloshing and rippling in an ungainly fashion.  From the blush on her cheeks it was evident that the motion felt good.

Sasha watched Tara’s progress with a big grin on her face.  “What happened to the woman who complained bitterly when I grew her breasts two sizes?”

Tara glanced down at herself, and shook her head.  “Oh.  Right.  Feels nice.”

Rachel snorted.  “That’s what you’ve got?  Your whole body is a boob.”

Tara sat heavily at the table.  “It’s like there are two movies in my head.  One where I’m a woman like you.  Another where I’m a living chair.  To be honest, the second one feels more real right now.  I feel... normal.”

“As long as you can eat dinner, I don’t see a problem,” said Sasha with a grin.  “Though the idea that Dawn can mess with your mind that much is a little trippy.”

Tara nodded and leaned forward.  “The whole point is to experience what it is to be something else.  All she does is jump over that confusing bit where you still think you’re human.”

Sasha pouted playfully.  “But I liked the part where I mesmerized you into thinking you were... oh.  I see.”

Tara patted Sasha’s hand.  “I like that part too.  It really helped me back when we started doing this, it helped me open myself to the experience.  To all kinds of experiences.”

“So that’s why you’re taking this in stride?” asked Rachel.

Tara took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, and nodded.  “I think so.  Hard to tell while my mind’s off center, but... yeah.  This experience will end, and I’ll go back to being me.  Why worry?  Better to enjoy the ride.”

Dawn reappeared as a kimono then, glowing yellow.  Tara patted her sleeve reassuringly.  “We’re going to have such fun together.”

After dinner, Tara helped with the washing up.  Dawn assisted by turning her hands into scrub brushes and washcloths as required.  Once she was done she waddled her way into the living room, plopped herself down beside the couch, and announced she hadn’t finished being a chair.  Her limbs were promptly reabsorbed, and Rachel moved over to sit in her.

“Mmm, comfy.  Think you could stretch her enough for a loveseat?”

Tara wriggled and squirmed under Rachel, but apparently getting that much larger was outside what Dawn could do.  Sasha shrugged.  “We could use the ball to shrink us to fit...”

“Or you could just sit on my lap...”

Sasha giggled and did so.  “I wonder if Dawn could get bigger if she slurped me up...”  She poked her feet into the chair, and they slipped inside easily.  A shove and a squirm vanished her legs.  She blew Rachel a kiss before she slithered out of sight.

Rachel was now alone in a larger bean bag boob chair.  She chuckled, and played with its nipples as she watched her show.  Once it was over, she rolled out of the chair and to her feet.  “Time to put them back to normal.  Tara promised me a race in the pool, and I intend to collect.”

Tara bounced to her feet, but Sasha was slower getting up.  “Wow,” she said, shaking her head as if to clear it.  “So good.”

Two grinning yellow faces appeared over Tara’s breasts.  Rachel laughed.  “Still wearing Dawn, I see.  I thought this was going to be a skinny-dip race.”

Tara shrugged.  “This way I can wear a pretty kimono down to the pool, and then look completely naked once I dive in.  I’m okay with that if you are.”

Dawn fluttered into full kimono shape around Tara.  Rachel nodded.  “Sure, why not.  You’re more comfortable this way?”

Tara nodded.  “It’s one thing to be nude at home around you two, another out in public.”  She gave one arm a little shake.  “Despite this one giving me a good preview earlier.”

Rachel found a light robe to put on as well.  Sashsa grabbed a bathing suit and an armful of towels, and followed the others to the elevator.  Once they were at the pool, they checked around.  Nobody was using it, and none of the overlooking condos seemed to have anyone at the windows.

Rachel slipped out of her robe and let it crumple to the pool deck.  Sasha scooped it up and set it on a chair.  Tara sighed.  “Okay, Dawn.  You know what to do.”

A moment later, Rachel and Tara were lined up at the edge of the pool, ready to dive.  “On your marks,” called out Sasha softly.  “Get set... go!”

Both dove into the water cleanly, with Tara just a moment behind Rachel.  She was a practiced swimmer, mostly for the purposes of competing in triathlons, though it wasn’t her strongest suit.  She was surprised at how easily she cut through the water, surging ahead of Rachel easily.  Four lengths later she lounged by the edge of the pool as Rachel swam up to meet her.

“Damn, girl.  How did you get so fast?”

Tara shrugged.  “I’ve always been a great swimmer.  I don’t know why you bet against a mermaid.”

Rachel glanced downward and started to laugh.  “Dawn!  Turning her into a mermaid is cheating.”

The scales around Tara’s legs receded, and before long she was fully human once more.  Tara laughed.  “I swear I didn’t tell her to do that.”

“You still cheated.  Pillow time.”

Tara nodded solemnly.  “Fair enough.  Just let me get out of the water first, you don’t want a soggy pillow, do you?”

“Fair enough.”

Tara climbed out of the pool, and then toppled forward.  What landed on the pool deck was a long, fluffy body pillow.

Rachel clambered out of the pool and accepted a towel from Sasha with a smile of thanks.  Once she was dry and had her robe on, she picked up her prize and started laughing.

“What?” asked Sasha.

Rachel turned the pillow to show it to her sweetie.  On the front was a sexily posed picture of Rachel as a mermaid.  “Just perfect.”