“Oh!  I’m glad to hear from you.  You got the notes?”

“Yes, I tried to be thorough.  There’s... some embellishing on the more emotional bits, but I think the gist of all the changes and relevant observations are sound.  I did send the spreadsheet, right?”

“Yes, it still hasn’t run down.  We did charge it again last weekend, or tried to.  A few hours in one of the nearer parks. Thing is, the indicator was solid green before and after, so I have no idea... oh, you think that would top it up?  That’s great news, we should be good for weeks.  It’ll make it hard to do any measurements of mana usage, but as long as we know when to stop we’ll be fine.”

“Okay, yeah, it isn’t as fine as I’d like.  I’m not exactly a worrier... I just like to be able to plan things.  And magic... or whatever kind of technology this is... is a little chaotic.  Not that you haven’t done wonderful things, making it as repeatable as you have.  It works super well, and we’ve had great fun with the partial changes.”

I listened as Janis’ uncle went on for a bit.  “Yes, we’ve been checking for safety.  It seems solid on that front, I spent several hours with only my head turned into... erm, well I’m not sure exactly what it’s made of, but it was inanimate.  Couldn’t talk, of course, and I didn’t feel like I was breathing, but there was no anoxia.”

I chuckled.  “Right.  No head, no anoxia.  Still, we’ve done just a head, and that’s fine too.  Though the interesting bit is the mental effects of multiple changes.  Results with Janis and Katya’s longer term changes suggest that the preservation of human thought tends to slide if the changes last more than a few days.  That... might just be the two of them leaning in.  I’m hoping to give you a first hand account... um, eventually.  Angela’s arranged a few days off next week, but she’s not keen on spending them all as a shirt.  So... yeah, we’ll see.”

“Yeah, I know it’s more than a little subjective.  How can it not be?  Yeah, I know.  More data is always good.  I’ll try to talk Katya into trying to stay mentally human this week, maybe that will help.”

“Yes, I’ll keep up the reports.  I hope they made good reading.”

“Oh?  Really?  That’d be helpful.  I look forward to seeing what you have come up with.”

I glanced around.  Janis was a boob pillow again.  She’d really taken to it, and had made me promise to give her a longer run of it.  Still, it was her uncle.  I decided that changing her just her head back would probably be okay.  She giggled at how she looked, so I guessed I’d got it right.  I put the phone on speaker mode, set it in front of her on the bed, then headed out into the living room so she could have a little privacy.

Some time later I heard Janis call my name, so I poked my head back in the room.  “All done?”

“Yeah.  I still have to read this writeup you sent.  It sounds blushworthy.”

“Pillows can’t read.  Pillows with heads, now...”

Janis wiggled what little she could.  “Fine.  I can work with this, if I get more cuddles.”

“As the lady wishes.”

Janis harrumphed.  “Not a lady.  I’m a pillow with a few lady bits.  Kind of too few, now that I think about it.  Care to fix that?”

“Sure.  But not until after dinner.  You’d be too distracting, laying there with all your lovely bits exposed and helpless.”

That got a shudder and a moan out of her.  “You are one hell of a tease.”

“Oh, I fully intend to do more than tease you.”  I waggled my eyebrows in what I hoped was a suggestive but not too threatening manner.  “But first, I’m going to feed you.”

I pulled out my tablet and the tale I’d sent to her Uncle.  I set her up on the counter near where I was preparing dinner, and tapped the tablet to advance the page whenever she asked.

Once I had dinner ready, I fed her bite by bite, cleaned her up afterward, and then fiddled with the box.  “Lady bits you say...  Let’s see how this works.”

Janis squeaked as she felt her hips reform.  I smirked, but didn’t say anything.  She glared up at me, so I kissed her.  That got both of us... quite distracted, and we soon moved to the bedroom and made good use of her existing parts.

After, while we were cuddling, I asked which way she wanted to go.  That got a sleepy interrogative noise but no answer.  “More woman, or more pillow?”

“Mmmf.  This for tonight.  Ask me in the morning.”

*** *** ***

If it wasn’t for needing to pee, Janis would have stayed part-pillow for the next day as well.  Instead, I changed her back to human, and left her with the tablet for the day.

When I got home, she waved the tablet at me.  “I thought you hated the condom stunt.  This says something very different.”

I sighed.  “Can’t I have multiple feelings about something as overwhelming as that was?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, just tell us about all of them, please.  Katya and I felt so conflicted about it afterward.  If we’d just known...”

“What?  Katya hates being a guy, and you’re completely opposed to the idea.  Being your toy is just as much fun, and doesn’t leave me questioning...”  I clamped my mouth shut before going further with that thought.

“Questioning what, exactly?  Your masculinity, when you spend half your nights as a girl?  When you’d love to spend the evening as a bra, wrapped around my boobs?  Or should I turn you into that lovely vase toy...”

I chuckled softly.  “Without a cock how are you going to use it?”

Janis rolled her eyes.  “Fine, okay, not exactly the point I was making.  You love being girly.  There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know.  Intellectually.  Emotionally... still needs some work.  Doesn’t help that I’m the only one in the crew who likes being male.  Even Angela’s not super-keen on it.”

“Mmm.  So why are you worried, then?  Scared you’ll like it too much and miss it because nobody’s willing to shtup you properly?”

I turned away to go get dinner ready.  “It’s fine.”

“It’s very obviously not.”

Thankfully, there was a knock on the door before Janis could press the point further.

I let Frank and Giselle in, and introduced them to Janis.

Giselle giggled, but she still took Janis’ hand.  “It’s so good to finally meet you in the flesh.”

Janis smiled back at her.  “Likewise.  Thanks for setting this in motion.  So amazing.  What can we do for you?”

“Someone needs boobs again.  But before that, I want to wear him.  He’s already part bra...”

I turned to Frank who was fidgeting in place.  “Is this what you want?”

“I don’t know.  Giselle wants it so badly, so I’m willing to try.  Can we try it step by step like you said?”

I reassured him that we could take it at any pace he liked.  I got the box out and showed him the body part selection options.  “We can start with your legs or your arms if you want to start small.”

Frank surprised me by asking for arms.  I double checked the settings and showed them to him.  “Look good?  It’s set to the same bra as before.  One of Janis’, I believe.  Should be close to a fit.”

Frank nodded.  “Can Giselle press the button?”

“Of course.”  I handed her the box and watched her eyes light up with glee.

One excited button press later Frank had slim straps in place of his arms.  They dangled off his shoulders cutely, and Giselle couldn’t stop gushing over them.  When she touched a strap Frank made an odd little noise between a moan and a squeak.

“Why does that feel good?” he asked me, trying to ignore Giselle’s teasing.

As Giselle started running her fingers over Frank’s straps I shrugged.  “Everyone reacts a little differently, but... it was made by someone who’s pretty keen on the idea of being lingerie.  I suspect it’s quite intentional.”

Frank nodded distractedly, then staggered to the couch and sat down.  “Lower half next.”

“That’ll leave only your head human.  Are you sure?”

Giselle sat beside Frank and resumed her petting.  He nodded, and was soon sinking down onto the couch.  Giselle’s hands followed him down, drinking in the experience.  Frank’s head stared up at her in wonder.

“Ready for the last step?”

Frank’s head bobbled as if he was trying to nod.  He gave up on the effort and simply said, “Yes.”

“How long do you want to stay?”  I asked, finger resting on the button.

“I took the next two days off.  I’m good until Monday.”

I tried to caution him that it was a big jump for a first try, but Giselle’s squeal of excitement drowned me out.  They both looked too happy for me to do anything but press the button.

Giselle wasted no time in stripping down and putting her husband on.  I was too surprised to even think to look away and when I stammered out an apology Giselle waved it off.  “You’ve got lots of boobs of your own to play with, I don’t mind if you see mine.”

“Honorary girl even when I’m a guy?  I’m touched.”

Giselle bounced her breasts in the bra.  “A tad loose, but I’ve worn way worse.”

“We could scan your best bra and turn him into that instead.  Bra to bra changes are fun, you lose track of your old memories of being human, it really gets you living in the moment.”

We talked for a while about the way the box affected memory and mindset.  Giselle saw the point of full inanimation as readily as Katya did.  The idea of being “a real bra” appealed to her, as did owning someone in that state.  The experience might not be much, but knowing what one was about to do or had done made up for it in her mind.

By the time she was done gushing I was tempted to try it myself.  I said as much and saw the gleam in Janis’ eye.  She grinned at me in a way that made it clear she had plans...

Giselle left soon after, and I got back to making dinner.  Janis watched me work, and her regard that night was fully as distracting as Angela’s hands on approach.  Something wicked was brewing behind those eyes.  I didn’t feel like she was undressing me with her eyes – it was more like she was measuring how I would fit.

After dinner Janis picked up the box and locked it on to me.  “You liked being the toy, mmm?”

I nodded.  “Any of them, really.”

“Even the tentacle?”

“It was the first, and special because of it.  The one I most want to try is the vase... oh, right.”

Janis giggled.  “I can work with that.  Say goodbye to humanity.”

I grinned at her impishly.  “Goodnight.”

Janis waggled the box at me.  “Play along.”

I took a moment to compose myself.  “Farewell, cruel world.  It is a far better fate I go to than mere humans could ever hope for.”

“Goofball.”  She pressed the button, and the world went away.  When it came back, I was a simple little vase, thinking simple little vase thoughts as its owner filled it with water.  A little later, it had the pleasure of feeling stems inserted into it.  Before it could really appreciate the sensations the world went away entirely.

*** *** ***

Angela was grinning at me when the world shimmied back into view.  “Did you have fun?”

I glanced down at her hips and saw the protrusion there.  “I was... just a thing.  Did you really use me while I was out?”

Angela grinned at me wickedly.  “What do you think?”

Looking her over, I shook my head.  “I think you want to be the vase.”

“Yes!  I only got a half-dose of it before the box died.”

“I can work with that.  Proper use, or...”  I glanced around, spotted a grinning Janis by the door to the bedroom.  “Decorative?  You really put flowers in me?”

Janis giggled and nodded.  “Once you were fully out of it, did it matter how you got used?”

I laughed.  “I suppose not at that.  Was I at least pretty, or somewhat useful?”

“Yes to both.”

I nodded.  “Then it’s good.  So what do you want, Angela?  Pretty?  Useful?”

“Fucktoy, all the way.  Use me, wash me, put me away.”

I blinked at her.  “Put you away?”

Angela nodded.  “Your theory is that the mental fading can be slowed down by deliberately holding on to ‘I am a human’, right?  So the other way should be possible, too.  Convince me I’m supposed to be a toy.  I’ve got tomorrow off.  Let’s see how far down the rabbit hole you can send me.”

“To really do the job right, I’d need a good vibrator for when I’m at work tomorrow...” I mused.

Angela smirked, and pulled a luridly coloured box out of a plain brown bag.  “Here.”

“Wicked.  Holy carp, that thing looks insane.  I’m not sure I’d dare use it on myself...”

Angela waggled her eyebrows.  “That’s why I got it.  Your face... and you’re wondering what it would be like.”

I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks.  “I’m glad the box can fix me if I get torn...”

“You’re more flexible than you think.  Just take it slow and use lots of lube.”

I shook my head.  “First up, toy time for my sweetie.”

“And pillow time for your other sweetie?” asked Janis, avidly.

Angela pulled another object out of the bag.  It looked like a disembodied boob.  “Or...”

“Ooooh!  Pretty please?”

“Anything for my sweeties.  I should get a big enough bra that I can wear both of you like falsies.”

Janis and Angela both grinned at the idea.  “Vase experiment first,” pronounced Angela.  I’m pretty sure she put it that way to make me smile.  It worked.

Angela watched avidly as I set up the box, and her happy squeal as she dwindled into clear silicone made me more sure than ever that I was doing the right thing.

I scooped my new toy up in one hand, and took Janis by the other.  She followed me to the bedroom with a curious look.  “Aren’t you going to use her?”

“Why would I ignore a sexy woman like you in favour of a toy, no matter how sleek and pretty it is?”

Janis glowed with the praise and soon we were naked on the bed.  My special toy was not forgotten, I encouraged Janis to use it and she found several creative ways to do so...

After we tired of teasing it and each other, Janis used it on me to get my cock nicely ready for her.  Then she tucked it in between her breasts while we made love.

As we lay cuddling, Janis murmured praise to it, and her low monotone nearly had me convinced I should join it as a toy.  I kissed her to break the spell.

“How did you get so good at that?”

Janis grinned impishly.  “My parents took me to a hypnotherapist to help with the dysphoria.  Didn’t work the way they wanted, but I learned a lot.  Katya got me to hypnotise her a few times.  I... still wonder if the whole dress thing is my fault.”

“Did you try to reinforce it?”

Janis shook her head.  “I did my best to get rid of all the compulsions I gave her.  I tried to help her find her true self, but she became more and more convinced that her true self was a dress.  That’s why I let her talk me into that crazy plan the night we met.  She wanted me to have someone to be with while wearing her.”

“And now I’m wearing her as often as you do.”

Janis giggled.  “Because you love dresses even more than I do.  It worked much better than she hoped, and vastly beyond anything I could have dreamed of.”

I picked up the vase and teased it over one of Janis’ breasts.  “I’m glad.  This has all been amazing for me, too.  You.  Katya.  Even this delightful little toy is a joy to have in my life.”

Janis scooped the toy up and kissed it.  “Time to give it the reward it deserves.”

I dug the Thunder King out of its box, plugged in the power cord, and worked it into the vase.  It stretched the vase out of shape, glazing the oversize toy like clear, heavy syrup.  I turned the vibrations on to the lowest setting and it made an ominous hum.

I had to heap all my sweaters on top of it to dull the noise.  “There.  That should conclude the experiment nicely.  Unless you wanted to do more hypnosis with it later?”

Janis shook her head.  “I don’t expect it’ll understand words before long.  And if it does, I’d be afraid of breaking your bestest sweetie.”

“She’s not my bestest, I love all of you equally,” I protested.

“She’s the one you want to wake up beside,” declared Janis.  I had to look away, because she wasn’t wrong.

“Only because I know you’d rather be my pillow or my nightie.”

Janis tugged on my hand and pulled me back into bed with her.  “I would.  It’s okay to feel differently about each of us.  I love Kaya, and you... less sure about Angela yet, but she’s fun and really good for you.  We all want you to be happy.”

I hugged her tight.  “I’m... getting used to that.  It’s hard, I got really flinchy around my ex-wife toward the end.  She didn’t care about anyone except herself.  I wanted to make her happy, but cutting myself off from my friends and family wasn’t something I was willing to do.”

“So why are you here in Germany?” asked Janis hesitantly.  “Doesn’t that cut you off, too?”

“I keep in touch.  Not as well as I could.  I should do better.  Coming here was... partly a really good job offer, and partly running away.  A lot of running away, if I’m being honest.  After the divorce I needed a change.  Didn’t think I’d end up with this much change, but I love it more than I can say.”

Janis nodded as she listened.  “I didn’t run from a divorce.  Well, not mine.  My parents splitting up could have been a factor.  I have relatives here, on my Mom’s side, but they weren’t as sympathetic as I’d hoped.  They made it clear I needed to get a job and a place of my own.”

“And Katya?”

“We’ve been friends for ages, she was an army brat like me.  So when I got the box and decided to make a new start as Janis, she went with me.  In my carry-on.”

“Aww.  Such loyalty should be rewarded.  Life as a dress seems little enough.”

“I know!  I wish I could draw her out and find something about being human that makes her as happy as she makes me.”

“Don’t you think she’s happy as a dress?”  I asked.  “She says she is.”

Janis sighed and flopped to her back.  “I don’t know.  I think she’s used it to run away from stuff for so long it has become a reflex.  It’s her happy place, safe from the world.”

“Do you do that, too?  You jumped on being a bra for potentially a month pretty eagerly.”

Janis turned to grin at me.  “Oh, that had massive ulterior motives.  I was doing that to get your attention and get you to pay attention to Angela.  There’s something about being transformed out of the way so you can make love to her...”  Janis growled happily.  “So no.  Not running away.  Just weird, fun, kinky stuff.  Being worn is great.  Lying around as an object... not really my jam.”

“So if Angela comes over one night after dinner, and I just zap you into panties without asking...” I suggested, teasingly.

“Fuck yes,” Janis moaned.

I laughed.  “Is that consent, then?  Arranged ahead of time so I can be spontaneous in the moment?”

Janis nodded fiercely.  “You have blanket permission to transform me any time, anywhere.  Doubly so for sex, and especially if you’re planning to involve my new form.”

“Oh?  Like turning you into a toy?”

It was Janis’ turn to blush.  “Panties, and wear me.”

“I don’t know,” I mused, teasingly.  “You’d get awfully messy and need a hand wash afterward.”

Janis blushed beautifully.  “Please?”

“I think it can be arranged.  But for it to have proper impact, you’d need to start out human.  I find this time-share sweetie thing most appealing.  Coming home to you, or Katya... hopefully to Angela, someday.  It’s so much better than an empty apartment.”

“As long as I get some clothing time and the occasional hand wash out of the deal...”

I grinned at her.  “Of course.”

“And is Daffodil part of the rotation?” Janis asked with a devilish smirk.  “I want to wear her while I make love to Katya.  Maybe even Angela...”

I pulled her tight against me.  “If you can talk either of them into it, sure.  Not sure if I’m ready to be panties in the middle.  Sheets for the bed?”

“You loved being a condom.  Why not panties?”

I shrugged.  I wasn’t really able to explain the difference.  We discussed other ideas and options as we snuggled there in bed, until sleep finally claimed us.

*** *** ***

Waking next to Janis as a person instead of a pillow was lovely.  I had enough time to make a nice breakfast for both of us, and Janis promised to stay human for the day.  She did want to try a few things, and at my urging promised no self-experimentation without a spotter.

I returned home to find Katya wearing only an apron and some panties.  “Janis, I take it?”

“Yep.  We also had some fun with your bestest toy.  No changes, but we did play with her some.  And she makes a lovely centerpiece.”

I glanced at the table and chuckled.  A certain vase was standing there, stuffed to bursting with three copies of the tentacle toy.  “Creative.  And what’s that lovely smell coming from the kitchen?”

A pleased grin crossed Katya’s face as she turned to the oven.  “Fresh bread.  Mom taught me how.  I hope I got it right.”

The bread was a little lumpy, but tasted delicious.  I made some pasta to go with it, and Katya ate eagerly.  Afterward, as we cleaned up, I commented on how happy she seemed, and asked what had changed.

That got me a mysterious smile.  To distract me from my questions she took off the apron, sashayed into the living room, and draped herself over the couch.

Her distraction worked as intended.  After a lovely romp, I took her panties into the bathroom and ran water into the sink in preparation for the hand washing I’d promised.  Katya watched so avidly I offered to let her join her sweetie.

Once they were both lying out to dry, I returned to the living room and dismantled the rudely pretty sculpture there.  A little box-work later left Angela lying on the couch.  She looked to be asleep.  I called her name softly a few times, then went to fetch a blanket.

As I was tucking it around her, Angela’s eyes fluttered open.  “Hey there, welcome back to humanity.  How far did you fall?”

Angela asked for water, and after she’d had a few sips she seemed a little steadier.  She talked about the experience in low, intense tones.  The first part had been fun, but getting stuffed with the Thunder King had been disturbing, feeling her form stretched to its limits.  And leaving it going all night had made it impossible to focus or sleep.  She’d faded out some time during the night, unable to stay coherent.  She only had vague impressions of what Katya and Jania had been up to during the day.

It was hard to tell whether her fading was overstimulation, exhaustion or the transformation.  The experiment needed to be re-run at some point.  Angela agreed, but wasn’t keen on doing so any time soon.

I helped her to bed, and she was asleep before I’d pulled the covers over her.

Since the next day was my Daffodil day at work, I transformed (without a spotter, oops) and got ready for bed.  Snuggling up beside Angela as a girl didn’t wake her, but she did curl up around me protectively.

Angela was still abed when I woke.  I managed to untangle myself without waking her.  She emerged to the smell of bacon, blinking at the sight of me.  “Oh.  You slept like that?”

I nodded, and offered her a plate.

“That explains the dreams.  Daffodil day?”

I grinned broadly.  “Yep!  And a weekend after it.”

Angela ate thoughtfully.  “Are you always this chipper in the morning?”

I shrugged.  “Depends on the day.  Mondays... not so much.”

“How are you this awake without coffee?”  Angela asked.

“Never got hooked on it, mostly.  Plus I slept really well last night.  Thanks for staying the night.  Um, did you want some coffee?  I think I have a jar of instant coffee here somewhere...”

Angela’s face contorted in disgust.  “That’s not coffee.  I’ll hit a coffee shop on my way to work.”

I asked if she was feeling any lingering effects from her time as a toy, and joked she might rather work on one of the shelves.  That got me a dirty look and a laugh.  She claimed she was feeling fine, and certainly seemed to be her normal self.  She gave me a quick kiss on her way out, wearing a spare set of clothes she’d left in my closet earlier in the week.  I glanced into the closet and realized there was a substantial amount of her clothing there.

I pondered that for a while at work.  Was she already in the process of moving in?  Did she realize?  Did she want me to realize?  Did she want to move into the closet or the bed?

As I headed home, I promised myself I’d try to get some of those answers.  I returned to an empty apartment – entirely my fault, I’d forgotten to restore Janis thanks to my distractions with Angela.

I started apologizing as soon as Janis could sit up, and she shushed me.  “I had a lovely relaxing day.  It’s fine.”

“I should have at least worn you.”

Janis giggled and nodded.  “Yes, you should have.  Too busy ogling Angela?”

“Something like that.  Help me with dinner?”

“Sure, I’ll be your apron.”

I laughed, and soon was wearing her.  I had dinner mostly ready when there was a knock on the door.  It seemed a bit early for Angela, so I turned down a couple of the burners before answering the door.  Giselle was there.

“Hi!  Sorry, I’m in the middle of making dinner, so I can’t talk for long.  What’s up?”

“I’d like to have Frank back, please.”

“But he still has the whole weekend...  Do you think he’s regretting his choice?”

Giselle shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I just miss him and want him back.  Please?”

“Of course.  Where’s the bra?”

Just as last time, Giselle shimmied out of her blouse before I could look away, though I did manage to turn as she was getting her bra off.  I fetched the box, and soon Frank was hugging his wife in a more substantial way.

I turned back to tending dinner while they had their reunion.  After a little bit, I was called back for more help.  “Boobs for Frank?”  I asked.

“All girl,” said Frank.  “Giselle has made some... interesting propositions.”

I raised my eyebrow.  “Do they involve the box?”

“That’s up to him,” said Giselle.  “I’m hoping so.  Janis has been telling me about the toys you turn people into...”

Frank blushed.  “The idea is oddly appealing.  But first, a weekend as a girl.”

I pressed the button, and Frank transformed again.  She managed to stay steady on her feet, partly thanks to a helping hand from Giselle.  I’m not sure the other hand ‘supporting’ Frank by the chest was as helpful.

Giselle had brought spare clothes for Frank, “just in case”.  Soon they were both off again, and I had to rescue dinner.

Once it was plated, I restored my companions.  Eating took up most of our attention, and then we turned to getting ready to go to the club.

As Katya was setting out her makeup brushes she pointed out that she’d agreed to be human from Friday night to Saturday night, but that the rest of us had not.  She asked if she could wear Janis dancing, as she hadn’t done so in a long time.  Janis agreed eagerly, and soon was fluttering to the bed.  Katya looked back and forth between Angela and me.  “Which of you is getting worn tonight?”

Angela pointed at me, and before I could comment my world went topsy-turvy as I slumped to the floor.  I could hear Angela exclaim in delight, stilling any objection I might have had about not being asked.  I had a little while to ponder this turn of events while they worked on their makeup, and felt I was more than content.  I had agreed Daffodil was part of the rotation, after all.  If I’d been asked, I would have agreed, and we all knew it.

When Angela slid her lithe body into me, my top half hugging her curves and my skirt fluttering around her legs, I knew I was in for a lovely night.