I arrived at Black Velvet a little before Angela’s shift ended.  Before going in I checked my reflection in the store’s window.  Warpaint, check.  Super special sexy red dress that once was Katya, check.  I couldn’t see the Janis-bra under the dress, but she was cupping my breasts expertly.  She’d had plenty of practice...

Angela grinned when she saw me come in.  “Give me five minutes to wrap up.  Looking sexy!  I should have brought a dress to change into.  Mind if we run by my place on the way to the club?”

I glanced around at the scandalous black dresses that gave the store its name and cover.  “What about these?”

Angela shrugged.  “Not my style.”

“You’d look sexy...”

Angela grinned at me.  “I would.  Thing is, most of them are tear-away.  They’d fall apart if you tried to dance in them for long.”

“Still liking this plan,” I quipped with a leer.

“You would.  We should scan one someday so I can show it off in private...  Or... I see the way you’re looking at them.  Do you want to try being one?  Hanging on the rack and waiting for me to pick you up and put you on?”

I blushed and stuttered a denial that Angela saw right through.  “Oooh, we have to do that.  Would it matter if you got torn?”

I was glad to return to familiar waters.  “No, the box is good about that.  As long as most of the bits are in range it can restore the target.  We tested on a spare dress first.  Getting torn isn’t even painful, just... wrong.”

“Hmmm.  So you want to be torn off my body?  I bet we can arrange that.”

“Once Janis is back.  And to do that...”

Angela nodded, and quickly wrapped up her shift.  She set a box on the counter when she was done.  “Can I talk you into buying this before we go?”

“Sure.”   I didn’t even look at it until I’d paid.  The box promised ‘super bonding action’ and ‘super realistic sensations’.  The pictures looked kind of long for a dildo.  Very pricey for one too.  “This looks like fun.  It sounds magical.”

“It isn’t magic.  Just some clever engineering and over the top marketing.  There’s a pump that helps suck it into place.”

“Oooh.”

“That’s why I wanted to try it.”  Angeka leaned in close and whispered, “plus they claim it’s better than the real thing, and I want to put that to the test.”

I summoned up a grin.  “Experimenting... my favourite.”

Anglea laughed.  “It’ll be fun.”

“I’m sure it will be.  But... dancing first, yes?”

“Off to my place first so I can prepare.  Come on.”

The walk to Angela’s apartment from her job was a fairly short one, though it was long enough that I got several catcalls along the way.  “Starting to wish I’d sprung for a cab,” I muttered.

“Now you’re getting the full experience,” Angela replied with a laugh.  “Doesn’t help that you’re dressed to kill and holding hands with another woman.”

I glanced down.  We were indeed holding hands.  I had no idea when that had started...

Before I could sort out my feelings about that, we arrived at Angela’s apartment.  It looked reasonably spacious until I realized that there was only one door other than the entrance.  “No bedroom?” I asked without thinking.

“Couch folds out into a bed.  It’s not much but it’s cheap.”

“It’s good use of the space, I guess.”

Angela shrugged and started undressing near the wardrobe that stood beside the couch.  “I’m trying to save up for better, but on a shop-girl salary it’s tough.  I can see why your outfit decided to move into your closet.”

I looked away once Angela took off her blouse.  “Their place wasn’t much bigger.  Katya had already been spending most of her time as a dress to save on food.  I make sure they eat well... when I can persuade them to be human.”

Angela laughed.  “You make it sound challenging.  They want it that bad?  You can look if you like.”

I turned back to find her posing in a racy set of underthings.  “I can see the appeal.  Little jealous of your bra...”

Angela grabbed my hands and pushed them onto her breasts.  “Give them a good squeeze.  Still jealous?”

I leaned down to give each a kiss on the slope of flesh exposed above the bra’s lacy rim.  “Nope.”

Angela pulled a dress out of the wardrobe and shimmied into it.  “Give me a hand with my makeup?”

“Are you sure?” I asked.  “I’ve only been doing mine for a few weeks.”

“I want to see what you come up with.  And it’s really intimate in a way I never get enough of.”

She pulled a large makeup kit out.of the wardrobe and we set up at the combination kitchen nook and table.  I had to stand and lean over the counter to get close enough.  The way Angela closed her eyes and waited serenely made me smile.  She didn’t flinch at the touch of the brush.  “You’re used to this.”

“Did it with my sister a lot, until she got married and moved away.”

“So you’re looking for a man who can play your sister’s role?”  I finished up with my work on her cheeks, and moved on to eyeshadow.  “Eyes next.”

“Okay.”  Angela held extra still as I worked.  Once I told her I was done she turned the makeup kit around to check herself in the mirror.  “Nice!  But you forgot the lipstick.”

“I didn’t see any in the kit.  Do you want to use mine?”  I pulled my favourite ruby red out of my purse and offered it to her.

“Might as well.  We’ll be sharing lipstick anyway...”  We both chuckled at her comment.

The walk to the club was unusually quiet.  “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked to break it.

Angela shook her head.  “Barely worth that much.  I’m going in circles on your sister comment.  I don’t want to see you as a replacement.  But the only thing I can really point to is... I never wanted sex with her.”

I snorted.  “So you went looking for a guy who can fill the sister-shaped hole in your life?”

Angela stopped abruptly.  “Oh hell.  Was I really?  I am so sorry.”

I turned to face her.  “For?  I like being female part time.  I’d be happy to do your makeup whenever you’re feeling... lonely?”

Angela shook her head, still staring ahead.  “More like homesick.”

“Can you go home to help with that?”

“I do go a couple times a year.  They live halfway across the country.”

“So about an hour’s drive away?”

“If you have a car, sure.  They live far enough from a train station that I’m dependent on Dad for a drive if I need to leave.”

“Need to leave?” I echoed.

“Yeah, Mom can be a little pointed on the whole boyfriend thing.  I haven’t even tried to explain why... I don’t even think I really understood until I met you.”

“A guy who likes being exactly the right amount of girl for you.”

Angela nodded.

“And would be happy to spend time with you as a guy, too.”

Angela stopped nodding and turned to stare at me.  “You’d be willing to brave my folks for me?”

I smiled at her casually.  “We’ll have a car.  We can leave any time if they stress you out.”

“Why are you being so nice?”

“Character flaw, like most of my countrymen.”

Angela snickered.  “That’s a stereotype.  Surely Canadians aren't all like that.”

I shrugged.  “It’s common enough to become a stereotype.  Not all of us, but enough.”

“Still not a reason to put up with a nobody like me.”

I wasn’t sure what to say about that, so I hugged her.  It appeared to be the right answer.  She melted against me and sighed.  “Thanks.”

“Ready to dance?”

“Hell yes.  Less thinking, more drinking.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Drowning your sorrows doesn’t work.”

“Drowning my confusion might.”

I licked my lips as if to taste the idea.  All I got was lipstick.  “Hangover will be a doozy.”

“Do bras get hangovers?” she asked, eagerly.

“I guess we’ll find out in the morning,” I replied.  “Lead on.”

Apparitions wasn’t far from Angela’s place, and when I noted how convenient that was she grinned.  “That’s why I chose that apartment in the first place.”

The club was as active as ever.  Angela and I made a game of trying to spot people using cross-gender glamers.  She picked out a few she felt were likely candidates, and we tried to dance with a few of them.  Nobody approached us to dance, which I found odd.  When I commented on it, Angela laughed.  “Because we’re obviously a couple.  Everyone can see we’re going to leave together.  Hell, they can barely get our attention.”

I tilted my head curiously, eyes drawn to hers once more.  We were dancing so close that our breasts were touching.  Again.  It was driving me mad.  “Want to leave together now?”

Angela begged for one more song, and after that one a slow song started to play, so we had to dance to that...  We still ended up leaving far earlier than we ever had in the past.  I splurged for a cab, and we stopped by Angela’s place to pick up the toy I’d bought earlier – the box was too large for my purse.

When we got to my place, Angela insisted on yet another slow dance “so your dress doesn’t feel left out”.

I smirked, and suggested we could leave it on for the first go-round... we didn’t dance for long.  It turns out that trying to make love while wearing a long-skirted dress gets complicated and messy.  Before long I was so tangled up I could do little more than writhe.

“That’s one,” declared Angela.  “Two more before your bra gets to be human.”

I laughed, and asked for help getting my dress off.  Angela snickered but complied.  “You look good, all restrained like that.  I don’t suppose you have any bondage gear in that magic box of yours?”

“Sorry.  Never really got into BDSM.”

Angela blinked at me.  “But... you... what?  You’re wearing two people.  How is that not bondage?”

“Because they wanted to be there?  Hell, they were pushy about it, made it hard to say no.”

“So?  Nobody in a BDSM scene is there involuntarily, either.”

I mulled that for a moment.  “Right.  It still doesn’t feel quite the same.  It’s not about power over them.  They enjoy being worn.”

“And some people enjoy being tied up, or flogged.  It isn’t about power, it’s about creating the scene.  Preferably one that both... that everyone enjoys.”  She cupped my breast in one hand, giving it a gentle squeeze then trailing her fingers over the fabric of my bra.  “That feels nice for you and your bra, right.”

“I can’t speak for Janis, but... very likely, yes.”

“So let’s have some fun.  Toy first, or the real thing?”

I gnawed on my lip.  “Toy first.  Let me work up to it.”

“Hey, if you don’t want the real thing yet, that’s cool too.”

“I want to try it at least once.  For... comparison.  And because I don’t want my neuroses to win.”

Angela wrinkled her nose.  “Not good enough.  If you’re not enthusiastic, it’ll feel... more like a rape fantasy scene.  Which can be fun if everyone’s into that, but...”

“Yeah.  The condom thing was more than enough of that for me.”

Angela was of course intensely curious about that.  At her urging I explained the whole thing in detail, from my not-a-negotiation to the realization that I really liked being disposed of ‘properly’ despite and because of the terror.  “It felt... just so right in the moment.”

Angela grinned.  “That’s how you know the BDSM scene worked.  That was totally a performance largely for your benefit.”

“Yeah.  Especially on Kayta’s part.  It’s not a fan of being male.  Not dysphoric as such, mostly it’s the intense jealousy he feels.”

“And you don’t feel that way?”

I shook my head.  “Kind of the opposite.  This is all so impossibly wonderful I’m afraid I’ll slip up and ruin it somehow.  Plus a weird sort of guilt for not feeling guilty about loving three women.”

“Given the time spent as things, we add up to one full time woman.”

I giggled.  “Alex mentioned timeshares, and how they try to upsell you.”

Angela grinned.  “I can do that.  I’m the upsell.  You get to wear your sweeties while making sweet sexy love with me.”

I tried to hide my grin.  “What’s the catch?”

“You are!  You’re amazing, willing to be half-female to fulfill my dearest fantasy, and you’re making life just as wonderful for your other sweeties too.  We can make love in all kinds of combinations without anyone getting left out.”

“Does one of those combinations include you and Janis going at it while I’m the toy?”

Angela grinned.  “You drive a hard bargain.  Agreed.”  She held out a hand.  “Shake on the deal?”

I offered my hand out tentatively but did not take hers.  “What deal, exactly?”

“All four of us as lovers, in any combination we find fun.  No guilt.  Any jealousy will be dealt with honestly and openly.”

“By turning the jealous one into an object that can’t feel it?”

Angela guffawed.  “Yes.  Any jealousy means thing time to cool off.  Then we talk about it.”  She took my hand in hers.  “Deal?”

I shook her hand firmly.  “Deal.”

Angela sighed happily.  “Oh goodie!  Time for the toy?”

I grinned at her wickedly.  “Do your worst.”

“Oh, honey, I’m going to do my very best.”

Getting the new toy out of its box and figuring out how to get it properly seated took long enough to cool our ardor somewhat.

 Angela stared down at it.  “This looks weird.”

“Yeah, my cock never had all those ridges and knobbly bits.  They do look fun...”

Angela poked at it dispiritedly.  “It’s supposed to... do something more than this.”

I checked the box and found what we’d missed – a little remote control.  There were four sets of plus-minus buttons with labels in German, and a larger red button that I recognized the text on.  It amused me that this toy also had an emergency stop...

I was pretty sure the top two said pump, so I pressed the top plus button.  Angela groaned, so I stopped.  “Are you okay?”

“The bulb inside me did something.  Do that again!”

I cautiously bumped the button again, then at Angela’s urging held it for longer.  Once she told me to stop I tried the next button, drawing more of a squeal than a groan.  “What was that?”

“Not sure.  Another pump, I think.  What did it feel like?”

“Do it again.”

I held the button down for longer.  Angela made happy noises, until the toy started making unhappy ones.  “I think that’s the limit.”

Angela poked at the toy again and groaned happily.  “Oh yeah.  Feels like it’s stuck in there good.”  She waggled her hips and it bounced up and down.

I watched in fascination.  “It almost looks like part of you.”

Angela rolled me onto my back and positioned herself above me.  “Let’s see if it’s as fun as it looks.”

Unfortunately, we had some issues getting the angle right, and then we needed to find the lube...  Suffice to say it took a while to get started, but once we did... Wow.

For a little while I watched Angela go at it, trying to detach myself from the unnatural feeling of something sliding in and out of me.  In and out of a part I did not usually have.

Then she noticed my look.  Her hips paused.  “Stop thinking so hard.”   She gave her hips the slightest twitch and I moaned, mostly from the reminder of what she’d been doing.  “Oh, so you like that?”

I nodded.

“Then show me.  Don’t hide away in your head.”

I pulled her down and kissed her ferociously.  After a moment of surprise she started thrusting again, and ... I kind of lost track of just about everything then.  It went on for a long time, as the toy would not go flaccid without help from the remote control...

Much later, I sleepily turned to Angela and thanked her.  She patted my cheek softly.  “Worth it.”

*** *** ***

In the morning Angela woke me frantically searching for the remote.  She needed to pee desperately, and the toy was still blocking the way...  As we fumbled for it, we discovered what the other buttons did when it started vibrating.  This was not conducive to Angela’s needs, so I hit the big red button, and it practically popped right off.

Once the crisis was over Angela limped back into the bedroom.  “Oogh.  Leaving the toy in place sucks.  I’m all chafed down there.  Can we take it easy today?”

“I’m sure Janis won’t object to one more day as a bra.”

Angela cocked an eyebrow at me.  “Because she’s an object and can’t speak?”

I grinned back at her.  “That too.  But mostly because this thing was her idea.  The two of us getting to know each other definitely fits.”

Angela sat on the bed beside me.  “So.  What can we do that’s not sex and doesn’t involve too much walking?”

“Boardgames?  I don’t have my DVD collection and there isn’t much on TV.”

Angela wrinkled her nose at the idea.  “Something fun.”

“I could turn you into a lovely dress and go out for a stroll.”

Angela considered that for a moment, then shot me a sly look.  “Does that include a handwash at the end?  Your special dress needs one too, after last night.”

“Ooh, you’re right.  Yep, handwashes all around.”

Angela grinned.  “Then it’s a date.  Where are you taking me?”

“A stroll to the local park then I need to do some grocery shopping at the farmers market.  Back here to put it all away, a spot of lunch, then I was thinking of another stroll along the river.”

“Sounds breezy.  Can I be a fluttery dress?”

I contemplated the stored designs.  The dress I’d initially found Katya as fit passably well, and had a nice flowy skirt.  “I have just the thing.”

“Why are you so happy about this?  You fussed about the other two wanting to be clothes all the time,” Angela asked.

I looked up from setting the dials on the box.  “Because I just love watching beautiful women transform.”

Angela’s grin lasted until her head wicked away into fabric.

*** *** ***

The stroll along the river was especially breezy that day, and the feel of Angela fluttering against my legs was delicious.  Knowing that it was her nearly drove me over the edge a few times.  As a result I was hot and bothered when I got home, and dashed for the box to restore her.

Just before I pressed the button I remembered my promise of handwashes all around.  I took all three pieces of living clothing into the bathroom with me.  I wore Angela and Janis into the shower and washed them directly on my body, dealing with both the sweat and the itch I’d worked up.  I was glad that the shower had a sturdy grab bar...

Once three of us were clean, I towelled off and wrapped them up in towels of their own for a combined knead and blotting.  Then I turned to my pretty red dress.  It needed a much more intense washing to get the stains out, and by the time I was done I was sweaty and itchy once more.  I was sorely tempted to break my promise to it, but I had another dress-woman who would be happy to change back.

Angela’s grin was still in place as her head emerged from fabric.  “Why am I all wet?”

I handed her a towel.  “Takes more than half an hour for clothes to dry, even if you blot them.”

Angela turned to where a pretty red bra was lying on a towel.  “So she’ll be too wet to wear when I pounce you into the bed?”

“Oh.  Bother.  I didn’t think of that.”

Angela laughed at my crestfallen expression.  “You really miss her.  How about we count the shower?  Pretty sure you got off.”

My grin must have been pretty loopy, because she laughed.  “More than once?”

I nodded sheepishly.  “Lost count.”

“Then it definitely counts.  Change her back.”

The bathroom was already crowded with two, so we moved to the bedroom, bra and spare towel in hand.  Janis’ smile as she reformed told me I had nothing to fear.  She took the towel gratefully and dried herself off as both of us watched.

“How was it?” asked Angela.  “Being a bra for weeks.”

Janis shook her head, and pulled us both into a hug.  Given that we were all naked, not much talking happened after that...

Once Janis’ frenetic energy had been somewhat sated we all cuddled together.  I asked if she was feeling more human and she thanked us for bringing her back.  Angela asked again what it had been like, but Janis couldn’t really explain, other than to say she’d become very much a bra after so long.

“I’d have been happy to stay as your bra.”

“Do you still want to stay as a bra?” I asked.  “I’d hoped we’d given you reason to be human.”

Janis grinned at me.  “If you’d asked me before that romp... I’d have said yes.  It’s just so easy and cozy, and all the human stuff kind of faded away after so long.  I didn’t care about changing back, just being worn.  You remember how you felt as the toy, right?”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  That’s... kind of why you’re back.”

“Oooh?  Do tell.”

I glanced over to Angela guiltily.  She shook her head.  “None of that.  Ask.”

I nodded and took a deep breath.  “We got talking about BDSM stuff, and I think she wants me to be helpless under her.  I like the idea... but I know this seems unfair, but I want a safety net.”

“Aww, did we go too far with the condom thing?”

“A little,” suggested Angela.  “I’m pretty sure Daffodil loved it, but she’s having issues around... what, exactly?”

“I have a job,” I said softly.  “I take the responsibilities that go with that seriously.  I need to be myself in time to go there Monday morning.”

“And you don’t entirely trust me to do that?” asked Angela.

“Sorry.  I... I’d just feel better with a backup.  Partly it’s the engineer in me, partly... yeah, the condom thing screwed with my head.”

“If it means I get to turn you into a helpless squirming...”  Anglea started panting.  “Damn.  So hot.  I don’t care what conditions you need to feel safe.  Just that you’ll let me...”  She growled at me gutturally.

The feral way she was looking at me made me squirm.  I felt vulnerable under that gaze, and yet...  I glanced over at Janis, who gave me a thumb’s up gesture.

I still felt guilty.  “But I turned you into a dress and you had no backup.”

“I don’t care if I lose my job.  You do.  I get it.  It’s okay.”

“You don’t care about your job?”

Angela shrugged.  “Retail is retail.  Black Velvet is fun, but I could get another job just like it just like that.”  She snapped her fingers.  “A guy who can and will turn into a girl for me?  I only know of one in all the world.  Being your clothes is fun.  I trust you more than I should because...”  Angela smiled and took my hands in hers.  “Because my heart is already in your hands.  What is my body, in comparison to that?”

Janis cheered.  I smiled at both of them.  “What on earth do I say to that?  I love all of you.”

“That’s perfect,” said Janis.  “Just perfect.  Now... what was this about a helpless toy?”

I licked my lips.  “Angela wants to try male hips... but to really dom me she needs... what exactly do you need?”

“The usual is cuffs and straps.  Ropes are hard to do right and chafe.  But you said something about partial changes?”

“Janis, could you be a dear and turn my arms into something else?”

“Just your arms?” she asked sweetly from behind a wicked grin.

I smiled back at her.  “Use your judgement.  As long as I’m able to go to work on Monday.”

“That’s quite a ways off,” Angela noted.  “How will you tell us if you need to get out early?”

“Ask?”

“No safeword?”

“I don’t want to play that sort of game.  I’ll say what I mean and mean what I say.”

Angela pursed her lips in thought.  “I can work with that.  What if you don’t have a mouth?”

“SOS.  Morse code, I mean - three short, three long, three short... something.  Whatever I can move.  If I can’t move... I’ll let myself become the thing, trusting that Janis will change me back in time.”

Angela nodded.  “I can work with that.  Janis?  Are you okay with being a spotter?”

She grinned at Angela wickedly.  “I can be David’s security blanket and still play... just have to stay human for a bit to reward him for being such a sweetie.  I’m good.”

“Thanks.”

Janis turned to me with that same wicked grin. “Oh, this’ll be fun for me, too.  So what shall we turn your arms into... hm.  Bra straps?  Sleeves?  Oooh, there’s a comforter in here, right?”

“I was thinking more sex toy,” said Angela.  “We have a couple new ones, and Daffodil said something about scanning them?”

I watched in quiet bemusement as the two of them conspired.  The way they were smiling at each other and playing off each other...  I didn’t see the slightest hint of jealousy there.  Wicked conspiracy on the other hand...

And then I felt my arms melt.  I craned my neck to see what they’d become, and saw only glistening clear plastic caps on each shoulder.  “Oooh.  You went with the pretty toy...”

Janis giggled happily.  “You like?”

I tried to wriggle and shove my arm-caps against the bed.  “Feels... slick.  Please touch them?”

Angela leaned in close.  “Mmm, I don’t know.  Do you deserve to be touched?”

“What?”  I stared up at her in confusion.  Then I started to really consider the question.  Did I?  What had I done to deserve any of this?

Angela snapped her fingers in front of my face.  “It’s a simple question.  Yes or no?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t sound convinced.  I want my toy not just willing, but eager.”

That cleared up some of my confusion.  “This toy would very much like to be touched.  Mistress.”

Angela grinned.  “Better.  But you didn’t answer the question.”

I contemplated that for only a moment.  “This toy deserves whatever you are willing to give it.”

“Oooh, good answer.  Except you forgot my title.”

“Toy shall endeavour to do better, Mistress,” I replied with a grin.

Angela giggled, and set to teasing at my shoulders in earnest, cooing about how smooth and slick they were, and could someone give her lovely toy more of that...  Janis took that as cue to convert my legs, leaving me almost entirely helpless.

Angela backed off a little and asked her toy to squirm for her, which I dutifully did. “I’m afraid your toy can’t get very far, Mistress.”

She grinned, and said her toy was perfect.  After some cuddling and play Angela backed off to have a whispered conversation with Janis.  When she returned, she was sporting male hips and an impressive erection when seen from my position...  Sadly, said erection did not last very long.  Angela was apologetic about it, and I offered my sympathy.  She did not want an explanation of the art of erection maintenance at that time, however, and shushed me when I tried.  It turns out that a boob in your face is an effective muffler when you can’t squirm away from it... not that I was trying very hard.

I had a little trouble breathing, but Angela backed off before it became a pressing issue.  She returned with her hips normal once more, and a certain toy affixed to them.  I... lost track of a lot of things around then.  The toy let her continue for a very long time.

Afterward, Janis and Angela cuddled up around me, cooing at me at how I’d been such a good toy.  I snuggled happily in their embrace and let toy-thoughts wash over me.  After a time, Angela brushed my hair out of my face and asked, “how are you doing?”

“This toy is wonderful, Mistress.”

Angela clucked softly.  “Enough.  No more scene, just people cuddling.  Do you need your limbs back?”

“No!  I like this.  Being the little one who gets cuddled is awesome.  I’d go littler if I could.”

Janis got up from the bed.  A few moments later I felt my hips shimmer away, replaced by glossy silicone.  “Oh!  How do I look?”

Janis giggled.  “Kind of silly.  Kind of cute.  And... well, your bottom is now a sex toy, so pretty lewd as well.”

“Sounds perfect,” Angela and I said in unison, then broke down in giggles.

Janis laughed.  “You two are made for each other, aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t mean there’s no place for you,” I replied.  “Come cuddle.”

Janis giggled as she did so.  “If you weren’t so tiny, I’d offer to be your bra...”

“We could fix that,” mused Angela.  “Enough toy time?”

I shook my head.  “More toy.”

“Pushy bottom.”  Angela glanced at Janis, who’d kept the box near to hand.  “Head next.”

My eyes went wide just before the world shimmied away from me.  I couldn’t see, or hear, or speak.  Or breathe.  The cuddles were nice, but I started to fret about the breathing thing.  I didn’t feel like I was going anoxic, but... and then my chest collapsed in on itself.  I was a toy through and through.  I’d have sighed with relief if I could have moved anything at all.

The cuddles continued, with me in the middle.  After a time I was set aside, but the bouncing of the bed underneath me gave me a pretty good idea what was going on...

Later, a very real feeling cock made good use of me.  It didn’t feel as good as when I had real parts, but it was overwhelming in its own way, and felt so very right...  Getting washed out and set on a towel to dry felt like the perfect ending.  I let that sense carry me off into the torpor of a properly used object, happily going to my rest.

I got used several more times after that, and washed, and set aside.  Each time it seemed to last longer, which thrilled me.  I was being helpful!

Some time later, the world slipped and slid around me as I reformed.  I blinked at the light, and sat up carefully.  My chin had stubble on it, and a pat of my legs found them hairy.  Sliding my hand further up found a cock, and then my hand darted to my chest.  “Aww.”

“Disappointed you don’t have boobs?” giggled Angela.

“A little, yeah.”

My chest shimmied, and I gave my boobs a squeeze.  “Ooh, thanks.  Wait, do I have to work?  I’ll need a tight undershirt...”

“It’s Sunday.  Just before dinner time.  We were hoping...”

I grinned.  “Restored due to my cooking skills.  So who’s going to be my apron?”

Janis called dibs quickly, and Angela just laughed.  “That eager to be fabric?”

“I’ve been human for over a day now.  Quittin’ time!”

“So I’m only making two portions of dinner?” I asked, smiling gently at my sweetie.

“Three, please,” she replied.

“As you wish.”

*** *** ***

Janis spent most of the following week as my clothing.  Angela worked late most nights, so I changed Janis back to human for dinner and some cuddles, though we saved the lovemakng for when Angela was around.  Neither of us exactly planned it that way, it just sort of... happened.

On Friday, I wore Janis as Daffodil’s bra, and came home to dress up in my sweetie dress to head out to Apparitions.  Angela met us there.  As we had the week before, we mostly danced with each other.  There was a woman wearing a glamer that gave her golden scales, and she danced with us and offered more.  We thanked her for the compliment, but declined.

“Ah, new love.  Heady, but... you only have eyes for each other.  When that phase passes, I’ll be around.”

We grinned at her.  “We might even take you up on that.  We’ll see.  Still trying to figure everything out.  There are... complications.”

“Honey, there are always complications.  Life is better if you accept that it’s complicated and don’t try to force it into your predefined image of what it should be.”

I nodded at her.  “Very true, and a lesson I’m still working on.  Thank you.”

She saluted us, then went back on the prowl.

We headed back home after one last slow dance.  I laid Katya on the bed and used the box to make her human once more.  Once she’d reformed she lay there, unmoving.  We could see her chest rise and fall with her breath, so we knew she was alive.

The three of us discussed how best to rouse her.  Janis suggested the trick we’d used before, changing her from female to male.  I pointed out that Katya hated being male.

Angela asked about the reset button, but using the retrieval unit would mean making Janis male, which she loathed.

We settled on cuddling up around Katya.  Janis was on the bed with her while Angela and I spilled off to either side.  Gentle touches and calling Katya’s name roused her after a little.

“If it means waking up like this,” Katya murmured sleepily, “I could stand becoming human once in a while...”

Janis kissed her, leaking happy tears.  “I miss you.  I’m glad you’re willing to come back.”

Katya brushed the tears with a finger, then cupped Janis’ face.  “Do I really mean so much to you?”

“Yes.  Oh, yes sweetie.  I spent three weeks as a bra, I understand the appeal... but I need more than fabric on fabric.”

“Oh, does that mean...”  Katya looked around and saw Angela peering at her over Janis’ shoulder.  “Oh, hello.  Do you want to be clothes too?   The closet is going to get crowded.”

“This bed is more crowded,” replied Angela.  “I like being clothes for a bit now and then.  Long enough to go dancing, but not whole days.”

“Angela, Katya.  Katya, Angela.  There, introductions are done.”

“Didn’t she hear about me while she was a dress?”

Katya shook her head.  “Two zaps and you’re all dress.  Human stuff just...” she snapped her fingers.  “Poof.  Gone.  I was a happy dress, and that was it.”

“Ah.  If you’re happy, I guess it’s good.  I don’t have to get it.  Still, Janis and Daffodil miss you.”

“Yeah.  And a month as a dress was so peaceful.  I feel so rested and ready to take on the world...”

“You do?” Janis asked.  “So we can go shopping together?”

“Do we have money to spend?  I got so heartsick of looking at stuff I couldn’t have.”

I nodded.  “My expenses here are ridiculously low.  I can’t buy you super high end designer stuff, but anything within reason is fine.”

“Yay!  Shopping!”

“Um... but not just yet.  It’s Friday night.  We can shop tomorrow.  Tonight... are you hungry?  The rest of us have had dinner, but there are leftovers.”

Katya put her hand to her stomach.  “I’m not feeling hungry.  Not for food anyway...”  The look she shot Janis was full of lascivious promise.  “You missed me?”

Janis snuggled closer.  “Very much so.”

The size of the bed proved problematic, so Angela and I backed away a bit to give them space, but both encouraged us to stay, and watch.  Janis suggested we could use the box to join in... so Angela volunteered to become the duvet.

Once they’d spread her over the bed, Janis and Katya turned to me.  “What would you like to be?”

I just handed Janis the box, already set.  “Have fun.”  A moment later I was dwindling away into silicone, and soon got very intimate with the both of them.

The minxes didn’t bother to turn us back until morning.  Not that I minded, and Angela didn’t complain either.  Frankly, given the size of my bed, at least two of us would have to be transformed to fit at all...

We spent Saturday shopping, as promised, and came back with four dresses, one for each of us.  The one “for” Katya fit me, instead.  When she’d seen it with all its ruffles and frills she’d wanted to be it so very badly, and neither Janis nor Angela was willing to wear such an over-the-top creation.  So after dinner, we scanned the taffeta extravaganza.  Katya posed prettily in front of the closet.  “I’m ready.”

“So soon?” asked Janis.

“Not a month this time,” answered Katya.  “Just until you miss me badly enough.  Okay?”

Janis licked her lips then glanced at me and Angela.  “It might take a bit.  These two are distracting...”

Katya smiled at her.  “That’s good!  Sweetie, I want all the best for you, and they both seem great.  If that best lets me spend lots of time as a dress... even better.”

Janis hugged her tight, then called out “Do it.”  Katya melted away into fabric in her arms, and she hugged the fluffy new dress tight.  Then she started to giggle.  “She’s tickly.  I so want to see you wearing her out dancing...  Are you really going to wear it?”

“I seem to have lost my inhibitions about looking odd in public,” I replied.  “Of course I’ll wear it.”

“Are we referring to Katya as ‘it’ now?” asked Angela.  “Is that it?”

Janis nodded.  “It prefers it that way when it’s a dress.  And it makes sense.  There are only three humans in this room right now.  Maybe only two in a bit...  I kind of want to go back to being a bra, so I can keep her company.”

“How about part duvet, part woman?” I offered in return.

“Sounds like fun.  Might even be able to fit all three of us in bed that way...”

We did, but it was cozy.  And fun.

We spent Sunday at home, trying out all kinds of new forms for the three of us.  I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, but the glowing tip of the box gradually shifted from green to a sort of washed-out yellow, to full amber.  And then, just as I was trying to change Angela’s arms into fabric... the light started blinking red.