Alex grinned at my crestfallen expression.  “Expecting someone else?”

“I met Angela at that shop you sent me to.  Was that all some kind of setup?”

Alex grinned and nodded, then looked puzzled by my hurt expression.  “What?  I could tell you two were made for each other.  You’re both crazy about being something else.”

My anger faded and I shook my head ruefully.  “Oh, that kind of setup, not a prank.  Angela told me she wanted to apologize for the catgirl incident.  If you wait, you could do it in person.”

Alex’s grin grew bigger.  “She’s coming here?  Good for you, I knew you could close the deal.”

My expression must have revealed my inner conflicts.  He punched me on the shoulder, just hard enough to shake me out of my spiralling thoughts.  “What was that for?” I asked, rubbing my shoulder.

“Angela’s amazing.  Don’t do... whatever it was you were doing there.  Yes, I had sex with her.  Once.  As a catgirl.  That fact is still screwing with my head.  I’m not cut out for the kind of games you two very clearly want to play.”

I smirked a little.  “That reminds me, I should scan my new toys so I can turn Angela into them.”

Alex shook his head.  “Do not get it.  Actually, I do kind of get it and that thought is going to get stuck, I just know it.  This is why I know you two are perfect.”

“Perfect what?” asked a voice from behind Alex.

He turned to face Angela.  “Scheisse!  You’re a sneaky one, too.  Nearly gave me a heart attack.  How much did you hear?”

She grinned at him saucily.  “Enough to know I don’t need to apologize for last weekend.  If you want to hang around, it’ll have to be as a toy.  I want Daffodil alllll to myself.”

Alex spluttered something that might have been an apology, and rushed off with Angela’s tinkling laughter chasing him.

I ushered her into the apartment.  “I just got started on dinner when Alex showed up.  Have you eaten?”

“Ooh, you’re going to cook for me?  Yes please.  Show me what you’ve got.”

I headed back to the kitchen nook with Angela following behind.  She stayed close while I worked, bumping up against me in the most distracting way until I threatened to turn her into an apron.

“Turn yourself into Daffodil first and it’s a deal,” she replied with a lascivious grin.

“If I do that, we’ll never get to eat...”

She giggled.  “Am I that distracting?”

“You know full well you are.”

Angela cupped my bum and gave it a squeeze, then busied herself with setting the table as I finished up our meal.  As I served it to the table I was pleased to see her appreciative look.  I’d really improved at cooking over the past few months with Janis and Katya to feed.

With that thought, my mood came crashing down.  How had I forgotten them?

Angela noticed my change in demeanour, and first praised the food thinking it was something to do with that.  I shook my head.  “The whole situation is...  I told you about the clothes I was wearing that night, right?”

“I got to meet your bra one night at Apparitions.  She seemed nice.  Where is she now?”

“She’s a bra, on top of my dresser.  She made me promise to wear her while I...”

“Fucked me?” interjected Angela with a grin.  “I knew I liked her.  So... what’s the problem, exactly?  I don’t object to this plan of hers.  At.  All.”

“How can you...  I feel stuff for both of them.  This is going to be so complicated.”

“Do you feel ‘stuff’ for me?” asked Angela softly.

“Yes.  Not exactly the same, I don’t know you half as well as I’d like.  At least you want to be a woman most of the time.”

“And if I wanted to try being a guy again?”

“Human, then.  They want to be my clothes all the time.  Well, most of the time in Janis’ case.  She does like being human now and then.”

“And I’d like to try being an object now and then.  So... you’d net out to one full time girlfriend.”

I started laughing.  “You’d seriously be okay with that?”

“Janis said bras don’t feel jealous,” Angela noted.

“Everyone but me seems fine with this,” I said, shrugging then taking another bite of dinner.

Conversation lapsed as we ate, and Angela helped clear the table.  We left the dishes in the sink and she followed me to the living room.  She sat beside me on the couch, then grinned and picked up the bag of toys.  “I remember you set specific limits on what Janis and I could do while you were a bra.”

“They were... uh, pretty broad.”

“If you turn into Daffodil and I stay female, we won’t be able to violate them.  Would that make you feel better?”

I considered her suggestion.  “Janis set rather broader limits.  What are yours?”

“My limits on you?  We’re on date two.  You can’t seriously think I...  You do, don’t you.  What you do with Janis after I go home is none of my business.”  She stood up from the couch, bag in hand.

“And after date three, seven, or seventeen?”

She shrugged and shook my bag of treasures at me.  “Ask me on date three.  Right now I want to see you naked, female, and writhing in pleasure.”

I stared at her, gape-mouthed, unable to formulate a response.  She took my hand to pull me unresisting to my feet, and started looking around.  “Where’s the bedroom?”

What could I do but laugh?  It wasn’t a huge place, Angela figured it out quickly enough.  She pushed me toward the bed.  “Strip.  And give yourself a pussy so I can show you how your new best toy works.”

I shucked out of my clothes quickly, and then fetched the box.  “Just a pussy?”

“That’s an option?  Show me!”

I carefully checked the settings on the box.  “It’s not quite that granular, but I can do hips...”

“Do it!”

As it had been with the partial change to the toy, having only part of me distort and change was less disruptive.  I still had to bite my lip to keep from moaning at the sensations, and was panting softly when I was done.  “There.”

“Unglaublich!  That was amazing.  But...”  She glanced down at my hairy legs.  “Those have to go too.”

I sat down on the bed as I adjusted the dial.  “As the lady wishes.”

Angela smirked.  “I am no lady, but this is my dearest wish come true.  Please?”

I pressed the button, watching her expression intently as my legs followed my hips from masculinity to femininity.  The way her eyes shone enchanted me, but then it was done, and I felt her gaze rise.  “More.”

So my torso was next, drawing an even more avaricious expression.  “Oooh, yes.  That’s perfect.”

I looked down at myself.  Male arms, female everything else.  I could feel my head was still male, largely because Daffodil’s mindset was in abeyance.  “I must look ridiculous.”  My voice was still masculine, too.

“You do,” she giggled.  “But you’re also divine.”

I licked my lips, curious what she saw.  “Tell me why.  I feel odd, neither here nor there... and I want to know what makes this work for you.”

“You know what I want.  A man in a woman’s body.  I can’t explain that part.  This, though... I don’t have to intuit your nature.  It’s clear as the stubble on your chin.  You are a man with the body of a woman, and seeing you like this makes my heart sing.  If you will do this for me, I will never, ever leave you.”

I think my eyes must have been shining as bright as hers.  “I will.  Though I should like to be... all female, some of the time.  And other things.”

“Give me this, and I will do anything.  Be anything.”

I grinned up at her and wiggled my hips.  “Use me as anything?”

“Anything.”

I crooked my finger at her.  “Show me.”

She pounced on me, pushing me flat to the bed.  She kissed me ferociously, then worked her way down my body and showed me exactly why being her lover was magnificent.  Then she wriggled around so that I could give as good as I’d gotten, and went back to her... instructing.

Later, as we laid spent and sweaty on the bed I started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You never did show me how that toy worked.”

Angela laughed along with me.  “You’re right.  I’d figured on treating this like a traditional second date, no sex.  And then you went and got all sexy on me.  What was I supposed to do?”

“No objections, Angela.”

She purred softly.  “Say my name again.  You were shouting it earlier.”

My eyes went wide.  “But the name on your tag...”

“Never liked it.  My name is Angela now.”

“But...”

She put a finger on my lips.  “Sssh.  You think it’s my name already.  Don’t fight it.”

“As you wish.”

*** *** ***

In the morning Angela wasn’t there.  I wasn’t sure if the whole thing had been a dream, and went to the washroom without really noticing my shape.  I’d been both male and female enough that having to sit to pee and needing to shave the stubble off my chin were both natural feelings.  I started in on the latter, blinked a few times at my reflection, then looked around.  I checked the bedroom, and Angela’s clothes were where she’d dropped them.

I padded out to the living area, and found Angela at the kitchen counter, pensively eating a piece of toast.  “Penny for your thoughts?”

She started, and looked guiltily at me.  Then she started to grin.  “You haven’t changed back?”

“I’ll have to for work, though... I could leave my hips the same.”

“So you’d be wearing panties instead of boxers?”

“Yep.  Care for the position?”

She blinked at me a few times.  “Was ist...  I mean, I don’t know what you... what?”

“Do you want to spend the day as my panties while I go to work?  It’s okay to say no, I was... well, not exactly teasing.  I’d enjoy it.”

“Why?  Are living panties so much nicer?”

I shook my head.  “They feel exactly the same.”

“They can’t even squirm?” she asked, looking puzzled.

I shook my head again.  “But I’d know who they are.  You’d be snuggled up against me alllll day.”

Angela cursed softly.  “I have the late shift again.  Could you get me to the shop by two?”

“I’d... hm.  It’d be tricky.”

“I have tomorrow off...  Meet me at the shop at closing time.  I meant what I said.  Anything.”

I grinned.  “Sounds good to me.  Want to share the shower?”

“Yes!”

I was a little late to work.  Alex noticed how cheerful I was, and couldn’t stop grinning about it.  Once the day was over, he dragged me off to the bar again.  I didn’t even protest.

He had much of the story out of me before the beers showed up at the table.  By the time I’d drunk half of mine, I’d admitted to about as much as I was going to.

“And the whole ‘wants you to be a girl’ thing, you’re into that?”

I couldn’t hide my smile.  “It’s... a bit beyond that, and I found it a little weird at first.  But she’s just so into it, her enthusiasm was infectious.”  I leaned in closer and whispered, “I’m not 100% male right now.”

Alex’s eyes went wide, and for once he didn’t have a glib reply.  He took a long pull of his beer, then shook his head.  “So I was right.  You two are nuts for each other.”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  Your setup worked perfectly.  I owe you one.”

Alex chuckled warmly.  “Nah, we’re even.  Daffodil was super helpful.  Is she still coming in on Friday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Alex took another long drink.  “Can’t say I understand it, but it makes you happy.  So it’s all good, right?  Hey, what about the other two?”

I shrugged.  “They made it pretty clear they wanted this.  Probably going to be some weird timesharing thing.”

Alex chuckled.  “As long as they don’t talk you into buying the deluxe package.”

I grinned.  “What would that even be, in this context?  Taking a week’s vacation and...”

Alex put up his hand.  “Nope.  You can have the time for the asking, but I don’t want to hear what you’re planning.”

I saluted him with my mug.  “May you find someone who suits you so well.”

“I should live to see the day.”

We talked of other things after that, but I could not tell you what.  My mind was miles away, thinking about Black Velvet...

Before long Alex shooed me off to “go moon elsewhere.”  I found myself at the shop without remembering walking there.  Angela smiled when she saw me, and turned back to the customer she was helping.  I waited among the dresses that gave the shop its cover, wondering what it would be like to wear such racy things.  To be honest, I was spending at least as much time wondering what it would be like to be one, hanging here in the shop and wondering if I’d get bought.

Angela snuck up behind me and goosed me.  I may have squealed in an undignified manner, to a great deal of cackling laughter.  “What was that?”

I tried to look offended, but that only got her laughing harder and soon I was laughing along.

Her coworker chased us out of the store, promising to close up.  We practically ran back to my place.  Angela was stripping me as soon as the door closed behind us, and we didn’t even make it to the bedroom.  Nor did we use the box that night.  Or the rabbit – not that I missed it.

In the morning, I found Angela sitting in the kitchen once more, staring down at her toast glumly.  “You okay?  You seemed pretty keen last night, and...”

“Were you serious about the panties thing?”

“Not if it’s going to make you look this morose.  What's eating you?”

Angela shook her head.  “Just morning blahs.  Waking up next to you.  I’m... look, I’ve never done this before.”

“Been someone’s panties?  I should expect it’s a little rare, yeah.”

She shot me a dirty look without any heat behind it.  “This!  Being here for breakfast the next day.  Looking at you and feeling... you’ve still got a pussy, haven’t you?”

I nodded, and let my robe slide open enough to show it.  “You seemed to like the look last night.  Nobody at work noticed.  Might keep it.”

Anglea’s breathing got ragged.  “Fuck me.  Seriously?”

“Yes.  And yes.”

Angela snickered.  “Don’t you have to get to work?”

“Not for an hour or so.  It’s not a long walk, I’ve got some time.”

She pushed her plate away.  “Time to play with the box?”

“Sure.  Want to try out being panties for a bit before spending the day?”

Angela licked her lips.  “Nope.  I want to see you all girl, and show you how to use your toy like I promised.”

“Sounds good to me.  That would give me a way to release some tension if you’re working late.”

Angela prowled toward me.  “And then, I want you to wear me all day then come home and show your sexy panties what you’ve learned.”

I couldn’t help but grin at that.  “Really?  Cool.  Are you sure?”

“If it makes you smile like that, yeah.”

I was late to work again.  But grinning even more than last time.  Alex asked about it, but I just shook my head.  “You don’t want to know.”

He studied me and shook his head.  “As long as you’re happy.  And not too late to work, hmm?”

“I’ll do better tomorrow.  I know you miss working with Daffodil.”

Alex nodded.  “That part of all this works for me.”

“And the rest works for me.  Thanks again for the nudge.  Nudges.”

“You’d have figured it out eventually.”

While my code was compiling I kept coming back to his comment.  I had a few more things to figure out, and the big one was how to fit everyone together.  I figured I was well on my way to meeting my promise to Janis, except I’d forgotten a key element.  I was supposed to wear her... oops.

That omission gnawed at me until quitting time.  I rushed home to put it right.  I stripped off everything except my very special panties and turned myself back into a woman.  I grabbed my special bra and slipped it on, then put Angela’s lessons to good use.

I made something of a mess of Angela in the process.  So I gave her a proper hand-washing before I turned her back.  She wiggled into existence wild-eyed.  “What was that?”

“Uh... using you the way you asked?”

“I didn’t think you’d use it through me!  That was wild.  But I meant the super massage thing afterward.”

“Hand washing.  I’ve been told I’m pretty good at it.”  I grinned.  “Did you like it?”

Angela nodded eagerly.  “Worth the price of admission.”

“So you didn’t like the rest?”

Angela shook her head.  “Sooo frustrating to be right there and unable to do anything.  I don’t know how your bra puts up with it.”

I shrugged.  “It’s easier with practice.  Once you accept what you are, it gets easy to go with the flow.”

She eyed my sweetie-bra.  “She likes being like that?  I can see it.  Boobs are great.  I’ll have to try that sometime.  Are you going to change her back so we can talk over dinner?  We’ve made love at least three times now.”

“Yes... but I wasn’t wearing her for any of them.  Unless this last one counts.”

Angela slithered closer to me, and expertly unhooked my bra.  “So I can keep you to myself for longer if I do this?”

“Angela...” I groaned.

“Too far?”

“So fucking hot.”

Angela slid my bra all the way off and tossed it aside.  She pushed me back onto the bed and made love to me even more ferociously than when I’d been partially male.

As we lay cuddled and cooling in the bed I kissed her ear and whispered “where did all that come from?”

“Pent up frustration from a day as your panties.”

I nuzzled at her ear.  “Sounds like a good way to get you revved up.  All day foreplay.”

Angela laughed.  “We’ll see.  Half an hour while you play with the rabbit would be plenty.  Especially if I get another hand wash afterward.”

“Mmm, so the way to your heart is laundry?”

Angela giggled.  “No, it’s you turning female for me.  The laundry is a bonus.  A lovely, super relaxing bonus.  Coming home to that after a long day on my feet would be divine.”

“Then it is yours for the asking.”  I sighed softly.  “I still need to figure out what to do with Janis.”

“Wear her and your pretty dress out dancing with me tomorrow.  We’ll come back here and fuck you so senseless you’ll forget she exists.”

I purred.  “Promise?”

“I may have to use my employee discount to pick up a good strap-on.”

“Or we could turn you male.”

Angela blew a raspberry.  “Meh.”

“Could just change your hips...”

“Oooooh.”

I grinned up at her.  “Sounds like a plan to me.  Mmm, looking forward to tomorrow.  All day as a woman, and that to look forward to?  Yum.”

Angela shook her head.  “You’re girlier than I am.”

“I could change you now, to make that actually true.”

Angela squirmed.  “Are you still horny after all that?”

“Just the thought of you with a cock is turning me on.  Which is... unreal.  I’m not...”  I stopped and laughed.  “I guess protesting I’m not gay in these circumstances is utterly bizarre.”

“The situation is bizarre.  Just... go with your feelings.  To hell with what others will think.”

I considered that for long enough that Angela started playing with my boobs.  “Less thinking, more doing.”

I kissed her, then let her roll me onto my back.  “I’d like to save the cock for tomorrow night.  Make it special.  Do my thinking when you’re not here, because you’re so damn distracting.”

Angela grinned.  “Thank you.”