I blinked at Alexander in confusion as my mind raced.  How had he found the black box I’d been using to turn into a girl?  I recalled just how I had come to live in this particular apartment.  The building was owned by the same family that owned the company I was working for.  The offer has greatly simplified my move to Germany, so I had accepted it gratefully.

The cleaning staff had keys to all the apartments.  It stood to reason he could have them for the asking, as the owner was his mother.

“Cat got your tongue?” asked Alex, waggling the box.  I was grateful to see his fingers were far from the buttons.

“Figuring out how,” I replied.   “Curious as to why.”

“Quick.  That confirms it.  The mystery woman coming and going on the security cameras in the hall... not your girlfriend.  The timing was all wrong.  She would leave a little after David arrived.  Seeing you at Apparitions suggested another possibility.  You are David, yes?”

I sighed.  “You are too damn perceptive.  What do you want?”

His momentary look of surprise was replaced by an even bigger grin.  “I want a cute assistant with a keen mind to advise me about the projects I am expected to review and understand.”

“One with engineering qualifications she can’t use due to not matching her paperwork?”

He nodded firmly.  “Exactly.”

I glanced at the box again.  “What do I get out of this deal?”

Alex chuckled.  “Something I believe you want.  A chance to spend the next two weeks as a girl full time.”

I licked my lips.  “What... what makes you think that?”

“A couple of things.  You look very comfortable like this.  You’ve been going out like this regularly.”

I could feel my cheeks go warm.  “You saw me at the club.”

“That wasn’t your only outing, not by far.  You’ve been out shopping like this.  Often enough to fill your closet with clothes.  Some of the outfits look like the sort of things the other women in the office wear.”

“You snooped through my closet?” I asked indignantly.

“It was open, I didn’t rifle through it.”  Alex protested.  Amusingly, he looked a little embarrassed.

“How is this even supposed to work?  I can’t just walk in to work on Monday looking like this.”

“Why not?  I have authority to hire people, nobody will think it strange that I’ve brought in a new assistant, especially not one so cute as you.  David goes on ‘special assignment’, you don’t have so many friends at the office that they’ll wonder.  You show up as... what’s your name like this?”

I took a step back, stunned at the thought.  “Name?  I never even thought about that.”

Alex took my step as invitation to enter, and barged into the apartment.  I skipped out of his way, and let the door fall closed.  “Can’t be something too much like your name, so Davidia is right out.”

“Bleah.  And don’t bother with ‘what would my parents have called me’, my little sister got that one.”

“Huh.  Still probably want to start with D, though.  Give you a chance of responding to it.  Dandelion, to match your poof of curly hair?”

I paced to the mirror in the little hallway leading to the bedroom, and stared at my reflection.  “Maybe?  I’d rather not be a weed.  But a flower... hm, how about Daffodil?”

“That’s going  to get shortened to Daffy by almost everyone.”

I chuckled, still staring at the mirror and trying to imagine the girl there as ‘Daffodil’ and now ‘Daffy’.  “I can live with that.  Daffy Duck isn’t my favourite cartoon character, but the way my life has been going the past month it feels... appropriate.  Like some outside force has plucked me out of my ordinary life and dropped me into a fantasy.”

“Hey Daffy,” Alex called.

I turned to face him after a moment.  “Yes boss?  What can I do for you?”  I tried to put on a sultry voice, and Alex’s wide eyed reaction suggested I’d hit the mark.

“Wow.  Uh, yeah.  You’ll do.”

“So glad I meet with your approval,” I purred, loving the sense of power I suddenly had over him.  “Just remember.  You can look, but not touch.”

“Are you talking about you, or the box?”

“Both.  If you poke at the box, something very unfortunate is likely to happen to my dress.”

Alex nodded promptly.  “The box will be kept safe from prying eyes and poking fingers for the next two weeks.  It’d be a shame to spoil such a lovely dress.  I hope to see you wearing it again next Friday.”

“If you show up at Apparitions, you just might.”

He saluted me with the box, and headed for the door.  “See you Monday.  I’ll be waiting for you at the door at 9 sharp, and introduce you around.  Though if you really don’t want to get recognized, you might want to look into a wig.  Maybe blonde, to go with your name.”

After he’d left I breathed a sigh of relief.  I could handle two weeks as a girl.  Only then did my thoughts turn to Katya and Janis.  From everything they’d said, two weeks as clothing would be exactly what they wanted.  I hoped that all of us would find that the reality of our fantasies wouldn’t be a nightmare instead.

*** *** ***

I spent far too much time that weekend shopping.  I needed more professional looking blouses to go under the outfits, as I’d figured on wearing Katya in that role.  The bulk of the time went to checking out several different wig shops and trying on a dozen different styles of wig.  Many simply wouldn’t fit over my long curly hair, and the few that did looked ridiculous.  Worse, I found the perfect wig, honey gold and hanging smoothly to my shoulders.  No amount of pinning would corral my unruly hair sufficiently, so I turned to a beauty salon recommended by the wig shop, and got it trimmed close but still cute.

The wig fit wonderfully after that, and I wore it for the rest of my shopping.  I found a few accents that would go with it well, a pair of clip-on earrings and some wrist-bangles.  Nothing expensive after the day’s excesses.  I returned to the beauty salon a little before dinner time for a crash course on doing simple daytime makeup.

That night, when I posed in the mirror, I smiled at what I saw.  A professional woman, ready to face the world.  “Hello, Daffy.  Pleased to meet you at last.”

I spent much of Sunday trying out my new name, and getting used to my reflection.  I even went so far as to record myself calling out my name in various intonations, and crafted a script on my computer to play them at random intervals through the day, so I would get used to answering to my female name.

Thus prepared, I approached the office Monday morning with a steady pace and a smile on my face.  Alex was there to meet me as promised, and whisked me through the process of getting a new ID card with a photo of my new look on it.  I swiped it once it was done and grinned to see the new name that went with that face.

The introductions to the engineering team went well, nobody seemed to notice that I was anything but what Alex claimed.  I already knew all their names, but made sure not to “recognize” anyone I hadn’t been introduced to.  When my nominal boss commented that David would be sorry he missed me, I did my best not to smile, and thanked him for the sentiment.

Then we ran into Alex’s mother.  She took one look at me, shot Alex a withering look, and said “My office.  Now.”  Her expression gave me the distinct impression that the slightest truculence from Alex would lead to him being dragged off to said office by his ear.

Once the door had closed she rounded on him.  “Explain this.”

Alex just gawped wordlessly.  I sighed and spoke up.  “You know who I am.  Should have figured he inherited the keen eye from you.”

“What is he getting you into now?  Some Like it Hot is not an instruction manual.”

I laughed.  “At the moment, I am not in fact a man.  This is not a disguise, other than the wig.  The technology that changed me is thorough, but the hair stays mostly the same.”

“Show me.”

I took off the wig and explained about the haircut.  “I needed a haircut anyway.  Hopefully it will carry over when I change back.”

“And when will that be?”

I glanced at Alex before answering.  Before I could say anything she glared at him.  “Alexander, what have you done to this poor girl?”

“He made off with the device I use to change back and forth.”

“Alexander...”

“In my defence, she did not ask for it back, and agreed to come to work like this.”

That got her gaze to swivel back to me.  I did my best not to quail before it.  I think my male self would have flinched, but I saw something in those eyes that made me smile instead.  “I did agree.  I like being a woman, but all my credentials are for David.  I wasn’t brave enough to try this without a little push.”

“I see.  Hmf.  If he tries anything you don’t approve of, tell me.  This assistant idea sounds promising, if you can put up with him.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Excellent.  I’ll make sure the paperwork gets sorted.  Now off with you, and see if you can teach him something useful.”

We hustled out of there, and off to Alex’s office.  “Is she always like that?”

Alex chuckled wryly.  “That was her good side.  I think she likes you.”

I matched his laugh.  “I’d hate to get on her bad side, then.  I guess we better see if I can drum the basics of engineering estimation into your skull.”

We spent the morning going over estimates for a couple of the upcoming projects.  I pointed out a few cases where I felt the estimates hadn’t been broken down into enough detail, though Alex argued in one of the cases that the mechanical side of the projects tended to be well understood.

So we backed out to look at the design documents instead and again I found a few places where I felt the design itself wasn’t laid out in enough detail for proper estimation.  Alex asked me to explain why and the best I could offer was a vague sense that they were the sorts of things that I’d find hard to estimate without more detail.

That led to discussion about how Alex could practice that sort of “sense of scale” so we dug up some old estimates by the same team as the one we were currently evaluating.  By the end of the day I felt we’d made some progress, though I suspect hugging him gave the wrong impression.

“I thought you said look but no touch.”

“I... hm.  It does seem unfair.  Are you objecting?”

Alex shook his head.  “Looking for an answer to another puzzle.”

I laughed at that.  “You and me both.  How about ‘no touch unless I initiate it’?”

“Depends on how much I’m allowed to touch when you do.”

I took a step back and studied him with narrowed eyes, channeling his mother’s expression.  He held up his hands.  “I’ll be good.  No need to invoke her...”

As if summoned, Alex’s mother appeared at the door to his office.  “Time to let your experimental subject go home.  How was the day, Daffodil?”

I smiled at the use of my full name.  “Alex behaved well, and I think we’re making progress.  Not so much on the estimates as what to look for when evaluating them.  How soon do these need to be ready?”

“The first two we’ll need final numbers by the end of the week.  There are another three for the following week.  After that we’ve got a little bit of breathing room.”

I nodded.  “Will it be okay to go talk to the teams that made the estimates?  I don’t want to disrupt their work, but they’re the only ones who can clarify some of the underdefined stuff.”

She nodded.  “Get Alex to ask the tough questions.  Everyone knows he answers to me, you’re an unknown.  Though the rumour mill is churning quickly.  Right now they figure you were hired for your looks.”

I blushed, then grinned.  “Really?”  I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

She chuckled at me fondly.  “Most women who look like you don’t take that as a compliment.  I hope you’ll fit in here.”

“I hope so too.”

I was still giddy from the compliment when I got home.  I went looking for the box so I could talk to Janis and Katya about it, then realized... they were stuck for the next two weeks.  So I took my top off, hung the dress out where I could see it, and talked to my best bra and dress for a while, telling them about my day and how excited I was to be accepted so readily as a woman.  And not only a woman, one pretty enough to be hired for her looks!

I did my best to imagine their response, but it just wasn’t the same at all.  Instead of the hugs I wanted, I wore them both and danced around the apartment for a time, then hung up my lovely dress and gave my best bra a good hand-washing.

The next day, I wore one of my other bras.  It felt odd to not be wearing someone...  The interviews with the other teams went well, though I found myself having to bite my tongue when Alex flubbed a question.  The urge to correct him was too strong to overcome, and I slipped a few times.  Enough times that before long everyone was saying I was hired for my brains...  Alex did his best to roll with it, and he did get better through the week.  The occasional encouraging hug seemed to really brighten his day.

Getting caught giving him one such hug led to nastier rumours, and we had to enlist his mother’s help for damage control.  By the time Friday was done, I wanted to just fall into bed for the whole weekend.  After a good mope and some grousing at my favourite clothes, I put both on and headed to Apparitions.  I left the work-personality wig at home

Dancing with the anonymous crowd at Apparitions soothed my soul and made me forget the leering looks at work.  Granted, in part because there were a fair number of leering looks from people I hoped might leer at me.  One flame-haired woman looked familiar enough that I invited her to a booth to have a little bit of snuggly “negotiating” time, and she did eventually admit we’d done much the same a few weeks prior.

So we danced some more, negotiated some more... and then I spotted Alex in the crowd, approaching us.  My dance partner noticed my reaction.  “Someone you know?”

“My boss at work.  We get along well, but if he finds me he’ll probably make assumptions I’d prefer he didn’t make.”

“Want to get a glamer?  If I vouch for you, they’ll rent you one.”

“I’m not sure a lesser glamer will cut it.  He’s good at reading people.”

“Greater glamers cost a hundred for the night.  If it’s that important...”

“I can afford it.”  A mischievous grin crept across my face.  “But I’d rather get him wearing one instead.”

“You want to turn your boss into a girl?  Oh, I have to see this.”

She dragged me right up to Alex, who gave the two of us a very intense looking-over followed by a huge grin.  “No wonder you insisted on a no-touch rule at work.”

I pulled him into a hug.  “We’re not at work.  You can touch all you like, under one condition.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at me.  “What are you scheming?”

“Something both fun and educational.”



Alex snorted.  “I doubt you can pull that off, but I’m game.”

He let us lead him to the cloakroom, where my dancemate sweet-talked them into renting us a greater glamer, using my cash to pay for it.  She huddled with them for a time, then was handed a golden torc.  “Here.  Put this on.”

Alex eyed it.  “And this will do?”

“Find out the fun way,” I said with my best saucy grin plastered across my face.

Alex studied my expression then grinned.  “Your judgement has proven sound so far.”  He slipped on the torc and suddenly a statuesque blonde woman was standing in his place, his shirt and slacks replaced with a strapless dress that left little to the imagination.  He stared at his reflection for a full minute, then touched his hair, followed by his breasts.  “Goodness,” lilted his new voice.  “I look like a dead ringer for Marilyn.  I even sound a little like her.  How... real is this?”

“It’s a very thorough illusion.  Thorough enough for the bedroom.  But you’re still you underneath it all.”

Alex eyed me again, a very different experience coming from a gorgeous woman.  “I see where you’ll have fun with this.  But... educational?”

“Come dance with us.  Get leered at, and groped.  Learn a little about what it’s like to live on the other side.”

“This does not seem to be the sort of place to encourage unwanted groping.”

I grinned at him and slunk up to press against his side.  I cupped his ample bottom and gave it a squeeze, eliciting a jump and a cute little squeak.  “Who says it’ll be unwanted?”

“That’s only fair if I get to grope you in return,” replied Alex, looking flushed.

“Deal.  C’mon, the dancefloor awaits.”

Alex was an excellent sport about the whole thing, dancing and canoodling with us for hours.  When it was time to go, he seemed relieved to have his own visage back.  “That was... something else.”

“Fun and educational?” I asked sweetly.

“Bits of both, yes,” he admitted.  “Though it was the company that made it fun.  I would not want to do that alone.”

Our still-anonymous partner grinned.  “So you’d try it again?”

“If it was with either of you, yes.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” our partner said to me.  “I have to drag this man off and ravish him.  You understand, right?”

I giggled.  “You have a very difficult to scratch kink.”

She shot me a wicked grin.  “Without Apparitions, I don’t know how I’d survive.  You have fun with your sweeties now.”  She patted my dress over my chest.

I shot Alex a dirty look and my distress must have been clear on my face.

“Alex, what did you do...”

“Took away her toy so she’d have no choice but to come to work as a woman.  I could tell she wanted to, but needed a... how do you say it, kick in the rear?”

I snorted.  “Yeah, fine, it has been amazing to go to work like this.  I still miss my sweeties.”

“How is that my fault?” asked Alex in confusion.

“One is my dress, the other is my bra.”

Alex looked confused.  “Your... what?”

He got a smack on the arm for his troubles.  “Give it back to her, you brute.”

“Fine, fine, stop hitting me already.  She didn’t tell me it could turn people into clothes.  How the hell does it work?”

“Clarke’s Law?  No idea,” I replied.  “My sweeties very much enjoy dancing and... other activities while being worn.  I like wearing them, but I haven’t seen their faces for a week.”

Alex shook his head.  “Then why did you... ow, stop that.  I’ll return it tomorrow, okay?”

“I... yeah, that’ll do.  Have fun you two.”  I waved as they headed off then made my own way home.  I gave up on talking to my clothes, just gave them a nice hand wash and set them out to dry.

I spent that night feeling more alone than I had in some time.

Alex was good to his word and showed up early Saturday morning with the box.  I took it eagerly from his hands.

“Will Daffodil show up for work Monday?” he asked before I could close the door.

I smiled at him winningly.  “After a week of getting to show this side of myself?  Yeah.  I’ll come in as Daffy as long as you need me to.”

Alex smiled in relief.  “Oh, good.  I thought we made some good progress.  Mutter will be happy.”  He held his arms out to offer a hug, and after a moment’s hesitation I moved close enough to hug him.  I got a grope for my troubles and growled at him.  He grinned as he took a step back.  “I’ll be good at work.  And I’m pretty sure you’re not actually offended.”

“You were a very good sport at the club.  I’ll cut you some slack for that.  Might even turn you female for another date with your new friend if you ask nicely.”

“And if I ask not so nicely?”

“You spend the night as her dress.”

Alex laughed then sobered as I kept a level gaze on him.  “Surely you aren’t serious.”

“I am entirely serious.  And don’t call me Shirley.”

Alex just stared at me, mouth gaping.  He shook his head.  “Pass.  Last night was an eye opening experience, but a dress is a few steps too far for me.”

“Think about how it would feel to be wrapped around such a body.”

Alex growled something guttural and stalked off.  I took it as a good sign that he appeared deep in thought, and did not tease him further.

I dashed to my bedroom and turned my bra and my dress back into women.  I practically dove on top of them where they lay on the bed and hugged both as tight as I could.  “I missed you both so much I nearly cried myself to sleep last night.”

Janis patted my back consolingly.  “We’re here now.  We were always here.”

“Not even remotely the same.”

Janis chuckled sympathetically.  “I was getting a little tired of being a bra by the end, too.  I’m glad you didn’t go the full two weeks.”

“I bet Katya isn’t.”  I gave her a tighter squeeze.  She didn’t react and her body had been still too long.  “Katya?  Crap, is she breathing?”

I pulled back as Janis put her ear to Katya’s mouth.  “Yeah.  Just... I guess being mentally a dress for a week left her...  What are you doing?”

I had the box in hand and adjusted one dial.  “If clothing to clothing leaves you thinking like clothing, human to human should help, right?”

“I guess.  She didn’t like being a guy last time.”

“Did she hate it?”

Janis shrugged.  “Not like I do.  Just felt... off?  I don’t remember.  Try it.”

Katya sat up the moment her body started changing.  She gave her head a shake.  “Woah.  I feel like a new woman.”  She glanced down at her muscles and lack of breasts.  “Or new man.”  She flexed one arm.  “Weird.”

“Want me to zap you back to female?”

Katya looked at me then licked her lips.  “I... not just yet.  Damn, you two look good.”

Janis covered up her nudity and Katya’s hungry gaze led me to tighten the sash of my robe so it wasn’t gaping open.

“Are you thinking like a guy?”  I asked.

Katya’s face brightened.  “That’s exactly it.  I feel... like dragging you into my very own harem.”

“I’ve never felt like doing that to you two...”

Katya shrugged.  “Magic is weird?  All I know is I feel really possessive.  That really felt weird last time I went male.  Now... mrrh.  Still strong, but I feel like I can control it.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” Janis asked.  “I have no objection to this harem plan.  Daffy?”

I giggled at the use of my name.  “I thought I was the one building a harem.”

Katya growled at me possessively.  “Mine.”

I went weak at the knees and squirmed as heat bloomed inside me.  “What did you do?”

“Turns you on too?” asked Janis with a grin.

Katya blinked.  “That...  you liked that whole ‘grr me Tarzan you woman’ thing?”

Both of us nodded in unison.  “Are you okay with that?”  I asked.

“With a harem of sexy women all to myself?  Hell yes.”  Katya growled.  “Come here and service your master.”

I shot Janis a side-eyed glance and saw her grin as she moved to kneel at the foot of the bed.  I followed her lead.  “How may these ones serve you, oh Sultan?”  Janis asked, meekly.

Katya sat up, a regal look on his face.  “Both of you may try to please me.  She who does best sleeps at my side.  The other will become her silks.”

Janis practically dove on Katya’s cock.  I did what I could but her ready enthusiasm and greater experience swiftly won the day.  While Katya lay spent on the bed Janis turned to me, box in hand.  “You heard the sultan.  Silk time.”

I grinned at her.  “Looking forward to it.”  I felt my body shimmy away into fabric, and soon she was cooing over how sexy a robe I’d become.

They left me as a robe all weekend, even after Katya changed back to a woman.  It was a wonderful break from my worries of the week, and gave me a surfeit of cuddles.