When Katya and Janis finally changed me back, it was late Sunday afternoon.  Both of them were sitting on the couch, dressed in familiar robes.  I was still wearing one from before the change, and smoothed out the worst of the wrinkles as I resettled it.  “One of those ‘we need to talk’ moments, I take it?”

“Yeah,” agreed Katya.  “How do you do it?  I got so jealous I trapped you in silk all weekend.”

“Still jealous now?”

Katya shook her head.  “It’s kind of scary how intense it was.  Is it that bad for you?”

I glanced down at myself to see what gender I was.  Female.  “Right now it’s a nonissue.  But even as a guy... not really?  I’ve spent my life as one, so part is just being used to it.  I never was super masculine.  I mean...”  I gestured toward my curvy body.  “I like this.  I’ve liked the idea for ages.  Not to the point of thinking I’m trans, but this?  Going back and forth?  Love it.  I have no regrets about being ‘trapped in silk’ as long as I get my turn next time.”

“Next time?” yelped Katya.  “You...”  She looked over at Janis, who smiled and nodded.

“You were amazing.  I want that again.  And again.  Damn, girl, you make an amazing guy.”

Katya blushed and ducked her head into her hands.  “Really?  You’re not just... uh...”

“Saying that because I loved getting fucked by male you?  That’s exactly what I’m saying.  You were magnificent.  Please do it again.”

Katya peeked out between her fingers.  “Even if I get super jealous?  I don’t think he can handle both of you human.  I know you’re both guys.  Sort of.  Sorry Janis, the beast mind knows what it knows.”

“I’m feeling so damn femme right now I can’t even be bothered by outright... anything.  Call me Jan.”

Katya looked shocked.  “What?”

“Hey Jan, how you doing?”  I asked in my best stereotypical boorish male voice.  It... wasn’t very good – being female made it tough to pull off.

Janis grinned this languid cat-like grin.  “Fucking fantastic.  Katya fucked every last gram of male out of me.  I feel so... whole.”

“Jan Jan Jan”

Janis giggled.  “Your words have no power over me.”

“How about ‘I want to wear you to work as my blouse?’”

Janis squirmed and crossed her legs.  “Oooh, those words still work.  Yes please.  Iron too?”

“As my blouse wishes.”

Katya pouted.  “I liked being your shirt.”

“I’ll be wearing lots of female stuff.  Skirt, bra, panties... all those slots are open.  Or maybe you’d like to be my wig?”

“Oooh, let’s see the wig!” cheered Janis.

So of course I had to go get it and put it on.  I changed out my robe for a blouse and skirt to give the full effect.

Katya and Janis both stared as I returned to the living room.  “Who are you and what have you done with David?” asked Katya.

“I am Daffodil, scourge of the engineers.  Their estimators quail at the sound of my name.  Or did until the rumor that I was sleeping with my boss.”

“Bah,” said Janis dismissively.  “They’re just jealous of you.”

“Really?” I asked far too eagerly.  “Jealous of me?”

“Sexy, smart, and the owner likes you.  Of course they’re jealous.”

“Are you?”  I looked between them, suddenly uncertain.

“That depends,” mused Katya.  “When I’m male, yes.  Not over this, though.  That version of me wants to dominate you.”

“What about this version?”

“I love the wig!  Can I try it?”

I took the wig off to offer it to Katya and she started giggling.  “It would look redundant on me.  I meant, can I try being it?  It looks so swishy...”

I glanced at Janis before answering.  She nodded.  “Sure.  How long a stay would you like?”

“Another week would be lovely.”

“We’ll change you back after dancing on Friday.  Back to male...”

Kayta nodded her agreement.  “As long as one of you is fabric at the time.  I can do possessive, but I don’t like feeling jealous.”

Janis grinned.  “I’ll be the dress.  This time.  I want to see this club of yours one day.”

“We can transform you once we get back...” I offered, but Janis shook her head.

“I want to be danced in even more than I want to dance.”

I nodded.  “As the ladies wish.  One wig, coming up.”

Katya waited impatiently as we decided which slot to scan the hair into.  Object 1 was a very nice hairbrush, and seemed the logical choice.  Janis claimed that it sounded like fun, but hadn’t been so in practice.

Once we were ready and locked on Katya she was quivering with excitement.  Her glee as she melted into a golden spill of hair made me grin.  “She just seems so damn happy every time.  We have such a weird thing going on, but how can it be wrong if she’s so happy?”

“Second thoughts?” asked Janis, worriedly.

“I had a lot of time to contemplate jealousy as your robe.  That it was jealousy that landed me there was... is it wrong to enjoy it when Kayta hates it so?”  I petted my lovely new wig as I talked.

Janis shrugged.  “She doesn’t hate it.  I bet once she gets a little more used to it she’ll be okay with it.  Especially if we make it clear we like being possessed that way.  You did like it, right?”

I nodded eagerly.  “Oh yeah.  I enjoyed being worn, and the whole competition thing was...”  I squirmed.  “I like being thinged without permission.  I trust you two enough that...”  I hesitated.  “I kind of wish it could somehow feel ‘dangerous’ again.  Male Katya made me think I might get kept as a thing...  And God help me, I loved it.  I know that’s so weird.”

Janis studied me with the oddest look.  “Why would that be weird?  Katya would love to be a dress forever.  I’d like some human time.  I think you do too.  Plus work, and all that.  So... what do you want?”

I crossed my arms across my chest defensively (and briefly got distracted by how my chest squished).  I considered the twin problems until Janis prodded me again.

“Well?”

“I don’t know.  I have this weird sort of self-effacing fantasy that leaves me helpless and unrecognizable.  Preferably in the hands of someone who’ll... ugh, this is the conflicty part, explaining it makes it impossible.”  I clenched my hands in frustration.

Janis gently extracted the wig from my hands, set it aside, and took my hands in hers.  “We’ve done a lot of impossible things with the box.  Tell me this wild fantasy of yours.  Telling might break the spell, but not telling won’t get you anywhere.”

I sighed.  “I want to think I’ve been betrayed.  Stuck and transformed and used against my will.  I want to be told I’m never going to be human again, but in my heart of hearts I want that to be a lie.  That Monday morning will see me at my job once more.  In the heat of the moment, though, I want to truly believe my fate is no longer mine to control.”

Janis laughed and I pouted at her.  “It’s no more muddled than your ‘dress forever but also human some of the time’ thing.”

Janis stifled her laugh but couldn’t fully suppress it.  She waved at me apologetically as the giggles died down.  “It’s exactly the same.  You want two things, and have to resolve the conflict.”

“I... guess?  But how am I supposed to believe you when you play the wicked sorceress role?”

Janis nodded at the point.  “Haven’t you ever been swept up in a story or show?  Believed it was real despite all logic to the contrary?”

“Well... yeah.  So if we get sufficiently into the roles... it becomes some kind of twisted BDSM thing?”

“Except you’ll have no way to object.  So we have to be absolutely sure what your limits are so we don’t end up in nightmare territory.”

I shook my head.  “Negotiating it like this spoils the spontaneity.”

Janis pursed her lips.  “Promise me you won’t hate us if it goes horribly wrong.”

“I swear.  If you manage to actually terrify me, I will be and do anything you want for a month.”

Janis’ grin grew wicked.  “Oooh.  So many possibilities.  You’d still need to work, right?”

“I have some vacation time banked.  Was going to use it to go home at Christmas, but if you have a better idea... it’s yours.”

Janis looked thoughtful and handed the wig back to me.  I put it on, and gave it a shake to settle it.  “Much better.”

Janis made an interrogative noise then reached for the original wig.  She tried putting it on, and with a little help we got it nicely settled over her short, dark hair.  “So.  Do I look like your twin?”

“Not really.  Brown contacts and matching makeup might help sell it.  I have another skirt like this one.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I liked it and wanted a spare.”

“You are such a man, underneath it all.”

“No matter what I look like, I’m still an engineer.”

Janis snorted with amusement.  “I stand corrected.  Let me see if I have a matching blouse that fits.  Yours would be kind of snug on me.”

I blinked.  “Are you jealous of my tits?”

“Little bit.  Until I remember I get to be your bra tomorrow.”

I chuckled as I followed her to the bedroom.  “Had enough human time already?”

Janis rifled through her part of the closet.  “Not at all.  I like spending time with you.  Being your bra beats hanging around here alone.”

“Which lets you spend even more time around me.  How long until you’re sick of my voice?”

Janis pulled out a blouse triumphantly.  “Daffodil’s sweet voice?  Never.”

“I’m not going to stay like this indefinitely.”

Janis raised an eyebrow.  “You promised Alex you would.”

“Well... yeah.  And I meant it.  This last week has been so wonderful I want to just keep going...  But I think I’ll want to change back eventually.”

Janis smirked as she finished buttoning up her blouse.  “Show me that matching skirt.”

I pulled it out of the closet without hesitation and helped her into it.  We posed in front of the full length mirror I’d bought earlier that week.  “Not quite... but we could get you a padded bra.  The eyes, though...  Striking enough makeup in matching styles?”

Janis nodded.  “Let me do you up.”

I didn’t resist as she dragged me to the makeup table, and proceeded to dust my face and eyelids.  “Keep your eyes closed,” she admonished as she nudged me out of the chair.  I waited impatiently to the gentle sounds of brushes.  Then she pulled me back to the mirror.  “Open them.”

I stared at the beautiful faces in the mirror.  “Wow.  Just... wow.  Is that really me?”  We didn’t quite match, as she’d used eye shadow colours that complemented our eyes, but other than that we looked like twins.  She’d softened my cheekbones and accented hers, and it was uncanny.  “We gave to go dancing like this, in matching dresses.”

“Red for you, and, hmmm...”

“Ooh, you’d look stunning in purple.”

“I take back what I said earlier.  You are such a girl.  We’ll go shopping after work and find those dresses.  Do you really think you’re ever going back?”

I flashed her a wicked grin.  “Yeah.  If only to wear you as spandex shorts for a full workout.”

Janis garbled something incomprehensible and pounced me into the bed.

*** *** ***

On Monday I kept my distance from Alex in public, though I did still hug him at the end of each day in private.  He was very good about not grabbing my butt when I did so.

“Did you learn something last Friday night?” I teased after commenting on the change.

Alex laughed out loud.  “You were right.  Very educational.  Did you know that Apparitions has rooms to rent in the back, where the glamour still holds?”

“I did not.  Planning to have fun with...”

“Angela.  Well, that’s probably not her name, but she accepted it when I called her that.”

“Have fun with her.  Maybe we can go on a double date with one of my sweeties.”

“Sounds too boring and conventional for you.”

“Not if I turn Angela into a guy.”

“You wouldn’t!”

I smirked.  “Sounds like another educational opportunity.”

Alex exhaled heavily.  “I think you’ve done enough to shatter my worldviews for at least a month.”

“Next month then?”

“We’ll see,” Alex said in a tone that made it clear we would not see it any time soon.

*** *** ***

When I got home Friday, I shook out my wig and set it on the bed.  Katya pouted as she appeared.  “I was enjoying that.”

I shook my head.  “I don’t want to go dancing as Daffodil.  How would you like to be worn by Janis tonight?”

“Oh, as her dress, definitely.  You’re taking her out dancing?  Have you told her yet?”

I ran my fingers lightly over the sleeve of my blouse.  “I imagine she heard, yes.  Any objections?”

Katya snickered as I took the blouse off and used the box to turn it into a lovely woman once more.  “You get to wear me tonight,” she declared.

Janis smiled.  “But do I get to wear Daffodil?  Maybe she’d like to be a wig for a night.”

“I would like to take you out dancing.  Afterward, you can do with me as you will.”

Janis’ eyes lit up with wicked glee.  She shooed me out of the bedroom.  “Go make dinner.  We’ll prepare the wardrobe.”

“As you wish, mistresses.”  I curtsied to them and flounced from the room.  “We should get a maid outfit scanned,” I called out over my shoulder.

I’d planned ahead for a quick and easy dinner tonight to maximize dancing time, so I had food on the table quickly.  The two of them emerged from the bedroom all grins and giggles, with the black box in Janis’ hand.  I gestured to the table, and lit up the candle I’d found in one of the drawers.  “Dinner first, then shenanigans.”

After we’d finished eating, Katya sighed happily.  “I do miss food when I’m a dress or a wig.  Not like when we were always hungry, either.  It’s...”  She poked at the unfinished food on her plate, she’d only eaten about half of it.  “I’m almost used to it though.  I don’t feel compelled to gobble it all up and make myself sick.  Can you save this for later?”

“Of course.  There’s no rush, though.  So... if you’re feeling less starved, does that mean you’re feeling safer, too?”

Katya’s face lit up as she nodded.  “So much so.  I don’t feel the need to hide away as a dress.  I still love it, though.  Did you want to dance with both of us tonight?”

“Would you rather dance, or be worn dancing?” I asked in return.

“Ooh, being worn dancing is the best.  But maybe human again when we get home?  Human cuddles are great, too.”

“As are human other things,” Janis said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Minx.  But yes, I’m looking forward to ‘other things’ tonight as well.”

Janis’ wicked grin returned.  “Good.  You deserve everything we’re going to do to you.”

“What does that mean?” I asked, grinning back at her.

That got me another eyebrow waggle, but no answer.

After we cleared the table I got dragged off to the makeup table where Katya dolled me up in “clubbing makeup”.  This was far more intense than anything I’d worn before and I had to study my reflection for a while after she was done.

“Don’t you like it?” asked Katya.  “I think it looks great.  It seems like a lot here in good lighting, but at the club...”

“Oh!  I get it now.  It’s just... wow.  I feel like I’m ready to go off to battle.”

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Katya.  A moment later her body crumpled in on itself, and was replaced by a fancy strappy dress I’d never seen before.

Janis set the box aside with a grin.  “The look on your face...”

“I know she wanted it, and the way she smiled...  Just a bit of a surprise to see her change without warning.”

“Good surprise?”

“I like surprises.”

Janis grinned wickedly.  “Awesome.”

Apparitions was as busy as ever.  I was amused when the coat checker asked if I wanted a chit for my coat or “something else”.  I decided to try one of the lesser glamers.

Janis cheered to see me become a redhead.  “Hey, our eyes match now.  Do you know if they have any that look even more like me?”

“We can clone looks for a modest extra fee.  As long as you don’t mind if other women end up looking like you some nights...”

Janis said she’d think about it and we headed into the club.  There was dancing, and extensive canoodling.   I suppose we looked enough like a couple that we were seldom approached.  One unfamiliar woman with a familiar smile asked to dance with both of us.  Janis shot me a curious look, then shrugged.  I nodded to the new woman and we danced a few sets.  When a slow dance came up I linked arms with each of them and drew them into a triangle.  We improvised a slow swaying dance with lots of hip bumps and giggles.

Afterward we found a booth.  I was fairly sure this was Angela, and told a story about wearing people as clothes to judge her reaction.

“Thought I recognized you under the glamer,” she cheered.  “And is this your dress from that lovely night?”

“My bra.  She’s wearing the dress.”

“Ah?  But you’re wearing the same dress.”

“The original, not the copy.”

“So I could be that dress?” she asked with a curious look on her face.

“Not here, but it could be arranged.”

“What’s it like?”

I looked over at Janis.  “Your dress is the expert, but you have the next most experience here.”

Janis giggled.  “It’s lovely.  Dancing as a dress is all touch and curves and swish.  Makes up for all the time on the hangar and then some.”

“Hangar?”

“Dresses spend far more time there than being worn.  It’s nice, though.  Very peaceful, easy to catch up on your sleep.”

Angela slumped back in her chair.  “I figured you’d change back as soon as you got home.”

“My dress thinks a week at a go is a good start.”

“And what do you think is the best amount of time to be clothing?”

Janis put on her best pondering face, leaning back and taking a slow sip of her drink.  “I spent a week as a bra, and that was a bit on the long side.  I never let myself fall into the role fully, partly because this one kept talking to me all the time and using my name.  If instead I’d been ignored...”

“How could I possibly ignore you?”

“You do it all the time at work.”

“That’s distracted, not ignoring.”

Angela held her hands up.  “Whoa.  You guys are hardcore.  Days?  Weeks?  What happened to changing for an hour or two to get your toe wet?”

“We can do that,” I agreed.  “We’re both well past that phase, and trying to figure out how to integrate it into our lives.”

Angela nodded slowly.  “And I’d be a fourth wheel.”

“Not as much as you’d think.  Objects don’t get jealous, and being worn during sex is amazing.  Hard to be jealous of an object, either, other than in the longing ‘I want to be a dress too’ way.  Right, Ja... sorry.   Right sweetie?”

Janis chuckled at my faux pas in naming her given Apparitions’ fetish for anonymity.  “I don’t care if she knows my name.  I spend most of my trips here unrecognizable and unseen.  As to the jealousy... yeah.  It lacks the sexual charge that can make it ugly.  I’d like to be that dress,” she said, pointing at my chest.  “But it’s a lot like wanting a pretty dress you see in a store window.  Not worth fighting over.”

Angela snickered.  “I’ve seen catfights over the last of a given dress.  You sure about that?”

“That’a greed, not jealousy.”

“Still ugly.”

Janis nodded to concede the point.  “In any case, once you’re a dress, you can’t do anything about all that.  Can’t really feel it, either.  The whole idea just... stops connecting.”

“And afterward?  Once you were human again after I banged your sweetie?”

Janis took another pull of her drink and studied me.  “I was right there in the middle of it.  Being part of the event, it’s... intense.  My only regret is that he seems to feel guilty about the whole thing.  ‘Not who I aspire to be’,” she said in a passable imitation of my male voice.  “I should turn her into a bra and go off with you to balance things out.”

Angela grinned as I blushed.  “And she looks okay with that idea...”

“Maybe.  Okay, fine, it sounds hot as hell.”

Janis grinned.  “See?  No reason to be jealous.”

Angela looked back and forth between us.  “I don’t buy it.  You’d feel even guiltier in the morning.”

I tried to argue against the point, hesitated, and shook my head.  “Yeah, probably.  It’d be less an issue if I was staying a bra.”

“Is that something you want to do?” asked Angela.

I considered it briefly.  “Nah.  I have to be human for work.  Dancing as a bra, now...”

Angela giggled.  “And how much more than dancing?”

I shared a look with Janis.  “Bras don’t get a vote.”

“You're not a bra yet.  Where’s your line when you’re human?”

I pouted but she held my gaze waiting on an answer.  After a while, I said “Third base.  Anything short of actual sex.”

“And when it’s girl on girl, what’s the limit?” Angela asked.  “Scissoring?”

I looked back and forth between them, confusedly.  They started giggling.  “Oooh, we have something fun to try later,” purred Janis.

“Cool.”  I felt my cheeks warming and hid behind my drink.  Badly.

“No tongue or toys?” suggested Angela.  “Or toys but no strap ons?”

My blush grew hotter and I buried my face in my arms.  Janis giggled.  “I bet she’d like it if she was the strap-on.”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Oooh,” squealed Angela.  “I like this plan.  Pretty please?”

I could feel Janis studying me, even with my head down on the table.  “She’s still fighting with his upbringing.  The whole ‘anonymous sex’ thing isn’t their scene.”

“I’m not exactly unknown by now,” protested Angela.  “What would it take to get past that?”

I sighed and sat up.  “Visit us outside this place.  You should come over and have dinner with us.  All of us.  Maybe spend some time as a dress.”

Angela nodded along until the last bit.  “How long?”

“Dresses don’t get a choice,” I said, echoing my earlier comment.

“People do,” said Janis, putting a hand on mine, then taking Angela’s hand in her other.  “If you only want to dip your toe in, we’ll do that.  Or... we could meet up on a Friday night, and if you like it we can go dancing afterward.”

“Wearing... me?”  Angela asked uncertainly.

“Wearing someone, anyway,” I said, nodding to Janis. “If you can’t handle it, we can turn both of my sweeties into clothes and I’ll dance with you.”

“I could be your dress,” volunteered Janis.  “You look like you’d be fun to dance on.”

“Not with?” asked Angela, then she grinned.  “Oh yeah, right.  We’ve already established that.  I hope.”

Janis and I agreed, and we returned to dancing.  After a few songs Angela accepted another woman’s invitation to dance, and we watched her go.  Studying her partner made me grin.  “I think she found Alex again.”

“You think he went girly for her?”

I watched them dance, and noticed where the new woman’s hands went.  “Yep, that’s an Alex grope right there.  Hah, good for him.”

After more dancing and more drinking I was tipsy enough that I felt dancing had moved somewhat beyond my capabilities.  Janis helped me into the taxi home, and into the apartment.  She asked how I was feeling, and I proved that I could stand on my own... briefly.  I ended up sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed and declared it very comfortable indeed.

“Hm.  I’m going to need some help with you.”  Janis wriggled out of her dress, and a little fiddling with the box summoned up Katya.  Male Katya.  Male Katya with a very, very disappointed look.

“One of you has to go,” he announced.  “I told you I wouldn’t put up with jealousy like this.”

Janis bobbed her head apologetically as I looked up at Katya in surprise.  “But I...”

“You’re not a person,” he growled in that way that made me shiver.  “You’re an insignificant piece of trash.  Worthless.  Useless.  Say it.”

“I am...”

Katya took a step closer, towering over me as he interrupted me.  “No.  You don’t deserve pronouns.  You’re not a person.”

I rolled to my knees and grovelled.  “This thing is insignificant before you.”

“But not useless,” amended Janis with a grin.  “I think it could be quite useful.”

Katya chuckled wickedly.  “Show me.”

Janis pointed the box at me, and the glowing tip made it clear I was the target.  She locked gazes with me, and her eager, possessive expression took my breath away.  I ducked my head away from that intensity and heard the click of the button, loud in the silence.

The world churned around me as I dwindled.  I’d become a bra before, and a sex toy, but it had never hit like this.  It just kept going and going, reality twisting and writhing around me as I shrunk smaller and smaller.  I wondered for a moment if I would even exist once it stopped.  When it did, I could feel the nubs of the carpet under me, huge knobs instead of tiny tufts.  I was incredibly small, perhaps an inch or two across.

When enormous fingers pressed into me I finally grasped the scale of the change.  I felt my entire self pinched between fingertips nearly as big as I was, a flimsy skim of next to nothing in between them.  I barely existed at all.  Janis had made me truly insignificant.

I felt a hot breath against me as Katya exclaimed in surprise.  “Clever Janis.  Just what we need.  A condom.”

His words vibrated my entire form, and the last word resonated through my mind.  I tried to deny it but the sensation of fingers toying with me, unrolling part of me... the giant voice had told the truth.  I was a wisp of latex, to be used and...  My mind balked at the first part, never mind the second.  I had little time to deal with that objection, as that sky-large voice boomed over me again.

“Put it on.”

I wasn’t a fan of male genitalia.  Not even my own.  Too ‘last chicken in the shop’, though it was fun when erect...  The feeling of being pressed against one shocked me.  It was so huge, so warm... so inevitable.  I felt enormous, deft fingers unroll me, defining my shape by its unfolding embrace of Katya’s cock.

Part of me wanted to feel revulsed by it, but I fit so perfectly, was defined so exactly by this shape I was now a second skin around.  My mind broke then, trying to retain any sense of humanity was impossible in the face of the sensation.  My world was defined, circumscribed, and perfectly clear.

And then Janis stroked her fingers along me, and I felt Katya’s twitch in response.  The intensity of the sensation was mindblowing, and that was only the slightest of touches.  What followed made thinking impossible.  I was nothing to them, flexed and churned by impossibly sized parts.  My mind shattered under the assault.

When my wits returned, I was drooping, dripping, still.

“Get rid of it.”

“But...”

“Do you want to follow it?”  Katya asked, voice implacably cold.

“God, no.”

“Then flush it.”

I felt fingers pinch me as delicately as they could, as if picking up something vile.  I could feel why, I was coated in drying juices, full of gunk...  It made me feel even more worthless.  I really was just... trash.

I dangled and swayed as I felt more than heard Janis walking.  Then I fell, and splashed into water.  I was terrified.  Was she really going to...

“I’m so sorry,” whispered Janis.  “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but he has the box.  I have to.”

I thought I’d been terrified before.  If I’d been able to move at all, I’d have been petrified.  And then there was the unmistakable rushing sound of the toilet flushing, water swirling about me, up and over and a dizzying fall with a resounding splat at the end.  I felt water trickle slowly past me.  I was in the sewer.  There was another slosh in the distance, then a little rush of water making me bob further along... then nothing.  Silence.

Lacking adrenaline, lacking any stimulation at all, my terror soon faded.  All that was left was acceptance.  I had been quite fully used for my purpose, my existence and my reason for being fully satisfied.  I felt a sense of peace wash over me, acceptance of a job well done.  That buoyed me in the quiet as I cooled and faded and passed...

Then I felt the world shimmy around me in a most familiar way.  Terror shot through me once more as I worried there would not be enough space for me in the sewer... but there was.  I felt my arms brush against the cold walls of it as they reformed.  My eyes were shut tight, but it did not seem as dark as I had expected a sewer to be.  Nor remotely as smelly.  I peeked one eye open and saw the most welcome sight.  I wasn’t in the sewer... I was in the bathtub.  I surged to my feet and saw Janis there grinning like a fool.

“Did we get you?”

I laughed then, and stepped out of the tub to pull her into a ferocious hug.  “I truly believed you’d flushed me.  How the hell did you pull that off?”

“Bowl of water, set up ahead of time.  Dropped you in it, swished you around, and dumped you into the tub.”

“God, I thought I was done for.  You know the weirdest part?”

Janis shook her head.

“I was okay with it, once it had gone quiet.  Being used like that was what I was made for. So it seemed only right...”

“Cool,” came Katya’s voice from the other room.  “You get it now.”

I took a step to the doorway and peered out at her.  “Oh, you’re back to being a woman.”

“Yeah.  I really don’t like being a guy all that much.  The sex is great, but the rest...”  She shuddered.  “Better you than me.”

I glanced down at myself, and smirked to see I was indeed male.  “I see.  So.  I believe the terms were, if you ‘got me’, you got a month to do whatever you wanted.  What’s the plan?”

“Dress,” replied Katya immediately.  “Full time, the whole month.”

“One change, or two?” I asked.

“Definitely two.  Being a dress is so much more peaceful than being a dress that thinks it’s a human.”

“As my best dress wishes.  Janis?”

“That... vacation time deal.  Do I have to take it now?”

I shook my head.  “Can’t take it now, to be perfectly honest.  I have to ask for it in advance, and I’m not actually sure how far in advance.  They like to plan around these things.  When did you want it?”

“Whenever it’s handy.  I want that beach trip you promised.  Travelling by suitcase...”

I chuckled.  “Beach sounds good.  But I’d rather keep my sexy swimsuit in my carryon.  I’d hate to lose you.”

Janis nodded eagerly.  “Safe is good.  Sexy is better.”

“Speaking of sexy,” said Katya, “I’m still not a sexy dress, here.”

I took care of that promptly, grinning back at Katya’s blissful smile as she changed.  I hung my sexy red dress on its special padded hanger, and then tapped the button a second time so that my dress would think it had always been fabric.  I tucked it into the closet and shut the door.

“Just you and me now,” I said as I turned back to face Janis.  “You’ve got a month.  What’s the plan?”

“One month less the trip to the beach.”

I grinned at her.  “Call that one a bonus.  I like the idea, should have thought of it myself.”

Janis held out her hand for the box, so I gave it to her.  She fiddled with the dials.  “Any limits, other than work?”

“Nope.”

Janis hummed softly to herself.  “So if I were to turn myself into a bra and ask you to find Angela...”

“Why?”

“So you loosen up.  Katya and I both want to be worn.  While we are things, we love it when you use us... fully.”

I hung my head.  “I know.  It’s just... I feel like I’m being unfaithful to the two of you.  Or possibly greedy, wanting three women.”

“One woman and two articles of clothing,” corrected Janis.  “When you’re wearing us, we’re not women.  We’re possessions.”  She put a finger under my chin and tilted my face up so she could study it.  “You are allowed to want that.  And despite your ‘third base’ rule if I’m wearing you... no limits.  Fuck her however you like.”

I tried not to show how turned on her tirade was making me.  My cock very clearly betrayed me, and I noticed her glance at it.  “Yeah, fine.  Little traitor.”

Janis giggled.  “The idea clearly turns you on.  Why hold back?”

“Because ‘it makes me horny’ isn’t a good enough reason to do something.”

“Yes, but both of us have made it very clear we want it.  We want you,” she dropped her voice to a seductive register, “to treat us as possessions.”

I growled and pounced on her, pinning her to the bed.  “You drive me mad.”

She grinned up at me saucily.  “Good.  Fuck me like you own me.  Like I’m just a toy for your pleasure.”

*** *** ***

Janis smiled at me languidly as I lay there recovering.  “Damn.  We should turn you into a condom more often if that’s the result...”

I chuckled weakly.  “Pass.  That was very much too much of a fantasy.  I’d rather be that tentacle toy, and teased about being kept forever.”

“Oooh, you should go find a toy for two, like Angela said.  Then we can have even more fun with her.”

“You’re dead set on throwing me and Angela together, aren’t you?”

Janis sat up and looked around.  “Very much so, yes.  You two are perfect for each other.  She wants to fuck guys who are transformed into girls, and you’re a guy who loves being turned into a girl.”

“And where do you two fit in?”

“She seemed pretty turned on by the fact your clothes were transformed.  So we fit in as your wardrobe.”  Janis found the box and started adjusting the dials.  “Don’t overthink it.”

I sighed and flopped back to the bed.  “My specialty.”

“I’ll make this easy, then.  My month will be spent getting you used to this.  You are going to turn me into a bra, and are not allowed to change me again until you’ve fucked someone while wearing me.”

“That’s... seriously?”

“Hey, you said anything.  My anything is ‘being worn by you during sex’.”

“But...”

“No protesting!”  Janis interrupted.  “Now you’re up to two fucks before you’re allowed to turn me back.  Want to push for three?”

I chuckled wryly.  “Oddly enough... kind of?  By three times I’ll be getting used to it.”

“Three it is, then.  Now go have fun.”  Janis pressed the button, and swiftly collapsed into a swatch of red fabric.

I picked up my favourite red bra, and started to put it on... then I started laughing.  “Whoops.  This won’t fit while I’m male.  Guess I need to fix that...”