“Dinner first?” I asked weakly.

Katya looked to Angela, her finger hovering over the button that would turn me into a condom.

Angela nodded.  “Dinner first.  It’ll give him time to stew on his fate.”

“Oh no, being turned into a condom is such a terrible fate,” I sassed, without thinking about it.

Katya pressed the button, and my world wibbled away.

“Katya!” exclaimed Angela.  “What was that for?”

“Dinner’s still twenty minutes away.  Time for a pre-dinner show.”

I wanted to ask what she meant, but condoms can’t talk.  Or move, except to dance about as they were picked up, as Katya was doing.  I felt her fist tighten around me, and some shuffling noises... and then I was being unrolled onto a very erect cock.  A familiar one, I’d been Katya’s condom before and I tried to tell myself that this wasn’t what I wanted, but after one stroke I simply couldn’t continue to lie to myself any more.  “I am a happy condom” spiralled through my mind as I got thoroughly used.  Being filled, tied up, and tossed into a bin was simply the natural fate of condoms, and the happy little condom I’d become couldn’t conceive of any other fate.

And then the world bloomed around me again, and I was human, female, and parts of me were covered in goop.  I went to the washroom to clean up, and was told not to bother putting clothes back on.  I returned to the table feeling naked and vulnerable.  Katya took her shirt off, showing off her muscular chest with its dusting of fine blonde hair.  The other two followed suit, but it was Katya that I couldn’t look away from.

“See something you like?” asked Angela, a laugh hiding in her voice.

“Uh...”  I glanced around and grinned as I noticed two fine sets of breasts on display.  “Lots of things.”

“But my condom only has eyes for me,” rumbled Katya in a fair imitation of a masculine voice.

I squirmed and stared at my plate.  “I...”

“Want to be used again and again?” prompted Katya.

I squeaked, but couldn’t get a word out.  I had no idea what word to say.

“Hon, you don’t have to be ashamed of liking it,” reassured Angela.  “Just... talk to us.  Please?”

Janis added, “Remember, this is for posterity, so be honest.  How did it make you feel?”

I laughed at the quote.  “Not nearly as bad as having a year of life sucked away.  I fell so hard, so... eagerly.  I can still feel it, the allure of being wrapped around Katya’s enormous cock.”

Kaya grinned hugely.  “Not too much?”

“It was perfect.  All of it.  It... just seems a waste.”

“How so?”

“Well, it’s hard to get it up again after...  Why are you smiling?”

“Because I’m not left handed either,” quoted Janis.  “But seriously, the box fixes it.  Change to male again and you’re good to go.  Best part is you aren’t fertile until you’ve been changed for at least a week.”

“Handy.  So... if I stayed the same for a longer...”

“You could indeed get pregnant.”

I nodded slowly.  “I... see.  And becoming an object resets the timer?”

“Yup.  The way we carry on with this thing, none of us are getting pregnant any time soon.”

“Do you want to?” I asked.  Katya and Angela shook their heads but Janis seemed more pensive.

“I might,” conceded Janis after thinking about it for several bites of dinner.  “But not just yet.”

“Same,” I said without thinking.  The others cheered, and I ducked my head again.  “You guys... don’t find that weird?”

“It’s great,” cheered Janis.  “Makes you one of us.  At least, as Daffodil.”

“I feel the same as David.  Maybe even more so, when the... practicalities are less pressing.”

“Good.  Eat up.  Might be the last meal you get before Monday.”  Angela was trying to sound threatening, but it just made me grin.

After dinner was done, I helped clean up.  A moment after the last pan was in the drying rack, I felt the world slither away from me in a now familiar diminishment.  I could tell I was becoming wispy latex before I was half changed.  This time I resolved to hold on to my human side, to better enjoy the experience.

I was thus still sentient when I heard Angela tell Janis she was going to be worn.  “Bra or panties?”

“Camisole.  It looked so pretty, and doesn’t get in the way.”

There wasn’t much talking after I heard Janis slither to the floor.  I was scooped up and carried, and then handed off from strong fingers to nimble ones.  I was kissed gently before being unrolled where I belonged.  This time I was able to admit it, without having to skitter away from the thoughts and dive into being just a condom.  I caught myself as I invoked the concept, and stopped the slide into an inanimate mind before it could pick up too much steam.

“I am a human condom” I repeated in the recesses of what was left of my mind.  It seemed to work, holding my mind in place just as my body’s elastic tension was doing physically.  I was there for Katya’s growing arousal.  I heard them murmuring loving things as they teased each other, prolonging the delicious anticipation.  Finally, I was fully there for the rush of sensation as she plunged me deep into Angela.

Once they were fully going at it, the crush and rush, slipping and sliding... too much.  Thought became impossible, just sensation.  And then, I felt a rushing, gushing inside me, and soon it was done.  My mind was scattered and tattered, but came back as I was withdrawn, letting me listen to them coo and cuddle afterward.

They slept, and I was left to cool and congeal. I gradually slipped off of Katya’s flaccidness and got lost among the sheets.

The panic in the morning when they couldn’t find me was both frantic and oddly endearing.  I couldn’t hear all of it from my hiding spot folded into the sheets, but what I could make out made me feel like the most valuable condom in the world.

When they found me their demeanour swiftly went from thankful to “oh you rascal” to “eeeew, someone needs to wash him”, followed by three rounds of rock paper scissors.  Large fingers pinched me gingerly and peeled me away from the sheets.  I swayed precariously as they carried me, the goop within me shifting and sloshing.

Getting your latex insides thoroughly rinsed out with cold water is surprisingly refreshing.  After a bit of blotting, the world shimmied around me and once it stabilized I was human once more.  Angela hugged me tight.  “I am so, so sorry.  I screwed everything up.”

I took a moment to come back to myself, and remember that I had arms I could hug her with.  “It’s okay.  No harm done.  Though maybe we should get rid of the condom pattern.  Too easy to get lost.  Nothing smaller than panties going forward?”

Angela nodded eagerly.  “Done.  But that’s not what I was talking about.  You heard...”

I nodded.  “You were frantic, and I felt so... desired.  Missed.  Loved.  What’s bad about that?”

Angela blushed.  “Oh!  I... didn’t think of that.  I just... this whole ‘turn you into my plaything for the weekend’ role feels entirely busted now.”

I kissed her on the lips, and we stopped talking for a good bit.  “I don’t care about the play.  I just want to be here with you.  And... where are Janis and Katya, anyway?”

“Camisole and dress, respectively.  Timeshare girlfriends, and it’s my time slot.”

I chuckled at that bald declaration.  “That’s fair.  So I have to stay in boyfriend mode for the rest of the weekend?  I think I can do that.”

“That’s not what I meant.  Then again...  Boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Do you like me better as a girl?”

Angela hesitated partway through a nod.  “For sexy stuff, yes.  Sorta.  I mean... I don’t know what I mean.  You read as both man and woman to me, whatever you are.  Even when you’re a bra or a toy you’re still... you.  If you want to spend the rest of the weekend as my bra, I’d enjoy that too.  Might turn one of the others back to human, though.”

“I would expect no less as your bra.  Timesharing snuggles for everyone.”

I tightened my arms around Angela, and she snuggled into the hug.  “Mmm.  This is nice.  How about we stay like this until tonight?”

“Time to put our toys away, then.”

Angela watched avidly as I put both the box and the charger into my lockbox.  “It feels weird and kind of... cool that you can lock away our ability to change.  Until that box is opened again, Janis is stuck as a camisole.”

“And you’re stuck as a woman, and I’m stuck as a man.  I think we’re all happy with our current states.  I wouldn’t want you stuck as something... um, last week excepted anyway.  Crap.  I really screwed up, didn’t I?”

“Little bit.  Letting us go wild on you was a pretty good apology.  A good start anyway.”

“Would taking you to a romantic riverside lunch count as another apology?”

“I do believe it would.”

*** *** ***

We didn’t return to the apartment until late Sunday night.  As we got ready for bed, Angela pulled out the Janis-camisole and slipped it on, to grinning and giggles from both of us.  Making love in our natural forms felt... off.  We talked about it as we were cuddling afterward.

I offered to become more feminine, and Angela suggested adding boobs would definitely improve things from her point of view.  So I abandoned the nice warm bed to retrieve the box, and tried to give myself breasts.  Instead I did exactly what I’d done to Frank a few weeks earlier, and turned my chest into fabric.  Angela liked the look and feel of it, and asked for the box so she could improve on it.  Unsurprisingly, my arms soon became straps, and my legs just patches of fabric.  Angela set the box aside, snuggled up to my helpless form, and was soon asleep.

While I lay there, I contemplated my existence.  Half bra, half man.  More or less.  I found that with a little work, I could nudge my self-image either way.  Not especially far – once I’d started I couldn’t entirely get to thinking I was fully human, nor could I sink entirely into bra-mind.  Still, the ability to shift in both directions was new, and I played with it for a while before sleep overtook me.

In the morning, I woke when Angela stirred, and checked the time.  I realized then that I’d forgotten to set the alarm clock, and that I’d have to rush to make it to work on time.  That thought didn’t galvanize me like it had on past occasions when I’d made the same mistake.  The half of me that was still a bra was very much unconcerned with being early, or late, or anywhere in particular at any time at all.  It was relaxing... but I still had to get to work, so I nudged Angela into changing me into a mostly human shape.

She was helpful enough as I got ready for work that I was at the door more quickly than I’d anticipated.  I had time to walk to work, instead of dashing there as was my usual.  I took the moment to thank her, and ask if she was working that night.

Angela shook her head.  “I’m off for the week, and will be on short shifts for another couple weeks.  And I’m stuck closing most nights.  Seriously tempted to just say to hell with it.”

“Mmm.  What if I came by to visit in the evenings, and transformed your most annoying customers into toys?”

Angela giggled.  “A visit would be nice.  You could hang around on the dress rack and I’d wear you home...”

“So you’re keeping the job?”

She sighed and nodded.  “I value my independence, and without a job it’d be way too easy to end up in your wardrobe beside Katya.”

“Would that be so bad?” I teased, then pulled her in for a kiss.

Angela snuggled against me and purred happily.  “I have a week to find out, I guess.  I’ll change Janis back and let her decide my fate.  Have fun at work!”

I stuck my tongue out at her well-wishing and headed out the door.

At work, Frank stuck his head into my cubicle.  “How’s it going?”

I shrugged.  “Better?  Sorry about the monomania the past couple weeks.  I was working on something interesting.”

Frank chuckled.  “I’ve seen you like that before, though you usually leave it at work.  Mind if Giselle and I drop by tonight?”

“Oh!  Yeah, that’d be nice.  I could use someone else to talk to about all this... stuff.”

Frank winked, and ducked away just in time for Tom to come bother me with the usual pointless priority list.  I nodded politely, and pulled up the list of priority one bugs.  More bug squashing would keep me distracted from the fact I still felt a little bra-mind clinging to me, making me wonder why I put up with Tom.

I eventually settled on “I probably shouldn’t put up with Tom” as an answer about lunch-time, and went in search of Alex.  He smiled at me when I tapped on his door.

“Is this a David visit or a Daffodil one?  I do have a couple estimates that could use another look.”

“I could spare a little time this afternoon if you can get Tom off my back.  I don’t understand what his job is here, he just annoys the people actually doing the work.”

Alex frowned in thought.  “I’ve been wondering that myself.  Without some guidance your group would all rabbit off in random directions, but is Tom the best choice for wrangling you?  I’ll have a talk with my mother, see what she thinks.  Can you document your interactions for the next few weeks?  That’d help.”

I nodded.  “Sounds better than just putting up with him, sure.  When do you want me to swing by to look at the estimates?”

“How about we grab some lunch, then get into it when we get back?  I’ll cover for you if Tom has any issues.”

I thanked him, and found the afternoon more interesting than the debugging had been.  Part of that was the change of pace, and the chance to see what other projects were being worked on.  Part of it was that Alex was in a spectacularly good mood, after spending another evening with Goldie.  They’d swapped glamers, so he’d had the gold scales and had tried his best to play her role.  I congratulated him on finding someone who amused him so well.

“More than just amuses me,” he said, then wouldn’t say more.

I got home to find Janis tidying the place up.  I asked her where the maid outfit had come from, and she giggled.  “Do you like it?  Angela found it at Black Velvet, so we had to scan it...”

I chuckled softly.  “It’s very sexy.  And I take it that it's Angela?”

Janis shook her head and waggled the feather duster at me.  “This is Angela.  The maid outfit is Katya.”

“That’s one way to get her out of the closet more.”

Janis giggled and nodded, pirouetting to show off the outfit.  “I think the shiny latex is what sold her on it, more than the idea of seeing more use.  I swear that girl loves the closet as much as she loves being worn.”

“And you think she’d love a special wardrobe of her own even more?   Does that make it a good idea, or one that’ll see her spend even more time as a dress?”

Janis shrugged.  “It’ll make her happy.  Happier.”

I nodded.  “We should get on with that, then.  Dinner first.”

Janis helped out in the kitchen, mostly cleaning up after me and occasionally deliberately dropping things so she’d have to bend over and pick them up.  I swatted her rump once when she was doing so, and she squealed then giggled.  “About time you picked up on that.”

“Wench.  I’ll tan your hide properly if that’s what you want.”

“Yes please!”

I laughed.  “After dinner.”

We ate hastily.  And of course, while Janis was turned over my knee and getting her bottom warmed up, there was a knock at the door...

I sighed.  “Frank wanted his boobs back.”

Janis giggled as she wriggled off my lap.  “Goodie.  Is Giselle here too?”

I walked to the door as Janis straightened her uniform.  Opening the door did indeed reveal Giselle as well as Frank.  “Come on in.  Janis is here, the others are... around.”

“As a cute maid outfit and... hmm... oh, the feather duster?  What’s that like?”

I looked over at Janis as I moved out of their way.  She was waving the duster vigorously.  “Well?”

Janis shrugged and swatted my nose with the duster.  “This is the first time for all of us.  We can ask it later.”

“Do you like being things other than dresses?” asked Giselle.  “Frank’s not keen on being a girl, so dresses are out for me.”

“Unless we wore both of you out dancing one night,” I offered.

Frank shook his head.  “I’d rather stay human.  Just the boobs.”

“One cute pair of boobs coming right up.”  I fetched the box and soon had Frank settled in his favourite form.  From the look on his face, I figured he wouldn’t be using the box again.

Giselle piped up before Frank had put his shirt back on.  “I want to be his bra.”

“One he can wear to work?”  I asked.  “I don’t think we have anything that’d help hide those.”

“Nah, a tight undershirt does the trick,” said Frank.  “If I’m going to wear you to work you would need to be a shirt or something.”

Giselle wrinkled her nose.  “A shirt?”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.  Getting ironed is better than a good hand-washing.”

“It is?”  I asked.  “Do you want to be my shirt tomorrow?”

“Sure,” replied Janis eagerly.  “But not until tomorrow.  We have unfinished business tonight.”

Giselle giggled.  “Something to do with the maid outfit?”

“And a tanned bottom.  Though I’m not sure about spanking.  Pain isn’t fun, is it?”

“Depends a lot on the context and balancing capacity against desire.  Start out slow and be sure to communicate.”

“How are you supposed to communicate if you’re a bra?” asked Frank with a concerned expression.

“You can’t,” replied Janis.  “So plan how long you want to be changed in advance.  Giselle?”

“Just for a couple days.  Maybe Frank can wear me somewhere fun?”

“What would I even wear over a bra?” asked Frank.

Janis shrugged.  “Anything loose should hide it.  But if you want to show off...”

“Why would I want that?”

“Because your wife would like it?”

Giselle nodded, and Frank sighed indulgently.  “Showing off, you said?”

“Wear one of your shirts but undo enough buttons thay the bra peeks out.”

Janis fetched her padded bra, the one that had fit Frank as a woman.  It worked well on him as a guy with boobs, too, on the outermost hooks.  “You might want to go bra shopping,” mused Janis.  “You need something that fits right and won’t be as strained.”

Giselle nodded.  “We’ll find the perfect bra.  You can scan it, right?”

“Of course.  We look forward to seeing what you get.”

They left soon after that, and Janis ditched the maid outfit.

“Had enough BDSM play?” I asked with a grin.

She grabbed the duster and waggled it at me.  “Teasing and tickling are still good.”

“Lead on, McFluff.”

She chased me into the bedroom and we found many fun uses for the duster.  Once we’d tired each other out, we slept.

I restored Angela in the morning, then turned a still-sleeping Janis into a shirt.  As I ironed Janis I watched Angela, who seemed to be taking some time to find her way back.  Once I was done I asked if she was awake enough for breakfast.

“Mmm, yeah.  Sounds good.  I was just... basking in the residual object-ness.  Your mantra trick worked great.  I still feel fluffy.  Could we scan a bird?”

I told her I’d ask, and sent a quick email off before I dashed to work.

Frank looked happy, and I asked if he’d done any shopping last night.  The blush I got made me grin.  “Something to show off tonight?”

“How about Friday night, so I can go to Apparitions with you guys?”

“We probably won’t be guys, but other than that it sounds fun.  It’s a date... um, I mean...”

Frank laughed at my discomfiture.  “I get it.  Double date, of sorts.”

“Yeah, that.”

Tom came by to hassle us about then, so we left it at that.  I did make a point to text Janis and Angela about the plan.

*** *** ***

When Frank and Giselle arrived Friday night Kayta was busy doing my makeup.  “All four of you?”  Frank asked.

“You can handle dancing with four cute girls, right?”

“Three girls and one half and half,” I amended.  “I figured you’d want someone in the same boat for moral support.”

Frank grinned.  “Thanks.  Do you want to see the bra Giselle picked?”

We all cheered, so Frank unbuttoned the ruffled white silk blouse he was wearing, to reveal a shiny bra in jade green.  We applauded the choice, and carefully scanned it into a slot we’d set aside for it.

I asked Giselle if she was ready, and she nodded eagerly.  I locked the box on to her then asked how long she wanted to be changed for.

“Oh, as long as Frank is willing to keep me.  We’ve talked about it and it’s pretty clear he’ll want me back long before I’m done with being a bra.”

“Sunday.  Definitely by Sunday night,” declared Frank.

At Giselle’s nod I pressed the button, and in moments she was a shiny green bra.

“That’s so bizarre to watch,” exhaled Frank.  “But I guess you see that a lot.”

“Still not tired of seeing it.  Especially when they smile so happily as they dwindle.”

Frank chuckled.  “Yeah.  That smile... she really is happy like this.  Should I leave her longer?”

“Next time.  Communicate.”

Frank nodded, patting his new bra softly and murmuring to it as he put it on.  Shortly after that, Katya offered to do his makeup.  Frank protested that he was still mostly male, so Katya offered to glitter his breasts as part of the deal.

Frank laughed, then turned pensive and eventually accepted.  Katya did a lovely job, giving him a stylish and only slightly androgynous look.  Then dusted the tops of his breasts with glitter, as promised.

Of course, the rest of us clamoured for a similar glow up after that.  I had to promise Katya I’d buy her more glitter.  I sweetened the pot further by offering to go shopping for a standing wardrobe where she could “hang out”.

We had a lovely time dancing, and Katya almost talked Frank into coming to the next one as Giselle’s dress.

After we’d seen Frank off, Katya eyed the other two women.  “My turn to be the timeshare girlfriend?”

Janis beamed at her.  “Oh, yes.  What will you turn us into?”

Katya’s grin grew wicked.  “It’ll be a surprise.  Close your eyes, both of you.”

Angela and Janis giggled as they waited.  It was quite a surprise when I felt my body start to compress into a hard rod, while my hair got even fluffier.  I lost track of most everything when my body got swished through the air as a feather duster.

Being a duster was weird, there’s such a contrast between the solid handle and the fluff of the feathers.  Touches to my handle barely registered, but the slightest graze of my feathers against flesh sent shimmies of delight through me.  Feeling a breast under my feathers was spectacular.

As a prop, I got well used... but I was still set aside for the main act.  I could hear everything.  A part of me wanted to be more involved, but a few cycles of “I am a duster” took care of that.  Props have their turn, and they wait until next time.  I was perfectly happy to wait, and hope for more fun later.  Owners were having a good time, and that was what mattered to me.

In the morning, I got swished around and loved the feel of air against my feathers.  But before long I was all solid and squishy again.  It took a few pokes to get me thinking of myself as human, and neither Katya nor Janis corrected me when I called them Owners.

“So would you prefer more swishy time as a duster or a dress?” asked Janis.  “You promised wardrobe shopping, but you don’t have to be human for that, do you?”

“Strictly speaking, no.  But I would like to see what we’re getting.  Maybe we all should go out.”

Janis nodded thoughtfully.  When Angela was changed from camisole to human she disagreed, and asked to be worn instead.  She claimed she had no reason to care what kind of wardrobe we got, as long as she could be inside it.  Some kisses and cuddling soon brought her around to thinking like a human.

“Still want to live in a wardrobe?” I asked.

“Kind of.  Would that be so bad, really?  Not having to pay rent... you could change me back for my shifts.”

“I’m usually at work, but Janis could take care of you.  If you’re a dress, she gets the time-share.”

Angela nodded.  “Sure.”

“Just like that, you’re...”  I shook my head at the way she was grinning.  “Are you winding me up?”

“Little bit.  I know you like your dress harem.  Don’t lie.”

I sighed.  “I’m going to end up inside that wardrobe, too.  Then who will wear us?”

Janis held up her head.  “I will.  Maybe I can find a nice boyfriend who wants to be human.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she giggled up a storm.  “Imp.  C’mon, let’s go buy a wardrobe.”

We rambled across most of Wurzburg and back, or so it felt by the time we were done.  We’d seen wardrobes of dozens of different designs, from ornately carved antiques to simplistic and sleek to...this one.  Janis and Katya were squeeing over a wardrobe of glass and chromed steel.  It looked more like a display case than a wardrobe.

I didn’t see the appeal, as I saw the point of a wardrobe as being a way to hide more mess.  When I said as much, Katya gushed about how it would leave her on display, able to watch and hear us as we went about our day.   She wanted to put it in the living room.

“Wait, watch?  I can’t see anything when I’m a dress.”

Katya shrugged.  “I probably have an overactive imagination.  I do get a sense of where you are and what you’re doing.”

“We should test to see how much you can actually sense,” I gushed.  “Maybe it’s because you have so much experience being a dress.”

Katya shrugged.  “I’ve always been able to tell where Janis is, even at the start.  I figured you all could, too.”

“I had no idea.  For me, the blindness makes my sense of touch that much more intense.  I wonder why you’re different...”

“Oh, no you don’t,” interrupted Angela.  “No more tests or experiments.  Are we buying this wardrobe?”

“Pleeease,” begged Katya.  “It’ll be so nice to spend time in the living room with the rest of you.”

I agreed, and soon we were heading back to the apartment with a borrowed hand truck and a box of parts that would need assembling.  The others were concerned about that, but I was looking forward to it.  I’d always viewed such projects as “Engineering toys”, and this proved no different.  I tucked in to the project as soon as we got home, while Angela returned the hand truck and the others started on dinner.  By the time dinner was ready, the wardrobe was done, though not settled in its final position.

All through dinner the wardrobe was the center of discussion.  The consensus was that Katya should be its first guest.  Who the next guests would be was more contentious, but the biggest argument was over what kind of hangers we should use in it.  I’d bought some nice padded hangers, but they were covered with pink satin, and just wouldn’t look right juxtaposed against steel and chrome.  By the time dinner was done, we’d broadly agreed that I should go shopping for nicer hangers as soon as possible, with an eye to something in silver and black.

I recalled a few hangers that somewhat matched that style, so after dinner was over I went digging through the closet to locate them.  By the time I returned to the living room, Katya was already a dress, and the other two were holding up various numbers of fingers and asking if she could tell...

“How’s she supposed to answer?”

“Oh, we’ll turn her back after she tries out the hangers.”

That seemed reasonable enough, so I enlisted Angela’s help in moving the wardrobe into position.  Once it was in place, we put Katya on each of the three different styles of hangers in turn, and put it on display.

“I think the second option looks the nicest,” mused Janis when we were done.  “Shiny plastic does kind of match the theme...”

We restored Katya to get her opinion on the topic, and she agreed that the second one felt nice enough.  The plastic was hard, but it had a nice curve to it so that she felt a tiny bit like she was being worn.

“So what you really want is a mannequin to be displayed on,” I mused.

Katya pondered that for a while and shrugged.  “It’s not the same as being worn.  And I’d rather be in the shiny display case.”

The others asked about what she could see while changed, a topic I’d studiously avoided to hopefully head off another bout of monomania.  Katya’s answers surprised them - as a dress, she’d seen well enough to figure out how many fingers they’d each held up.  She reported that it was a little blurry, but close up she could make out such details.

“How?”  I asked, finally at the end of my self-control.  “I mean, you don’t have eyes as a dress.”

“No, but I can hear.  You know how certain sounds have a kind of colour to them?”

“What?” asked Angela.  “No they don’t?”

Janis sighed.  “Not this again.  She says my voice is purple.”

“It is!” protested Katya.  “Angela’s more golden green, and David is sort of silvery-grey, though it gets a pearlescent luster when she’s Daffodil.”

“Sounds like synesthesia to me.  It’s not common, but a fair number of people report various sense types bleeding from one to the other.  Like colours having a smell.”

“Oh yeah, orange smells like orange.  But I figured everyone had that too...  No?”

I shrugged.  “I mean, I kind of get it the other way, smelling a fresh-peeled orange evokes the visual sense of it.  But that’s memory and association, not actually seeing it.”

“Well, I can see sound...”

“Hm.  Maybe inside the case it’ll mute the sound somewhat.  It could be there’s a connection being made...  Game to try it?  Be sure to tell me when you’ve had enough experimenting.”

Katya grinned.  “No, this sounds like a cool idea.  Maybe I can teach you all how to see while you’re transformed.”

I stuck out my tongue.  “I don’t want to see when I’m a condom.  That’d be too much.”

“But as a swishy dress, or a bra?” asked Angela, expression speculative.

“Okay, point.  Ready to spend some time in the wardrobe, Katya?”

“Am I ever!”

So I transformed her back into my favourite red dress, carefully arranged it on the hanger, then set it in the wardrobe, facing out so Katya was on full display.  I closed the door.  “There.  I don’t know how muffled it will be.  I’m holding up some fingers on each hand, try to remember that when we change you back.”

We were discussing how long to leave Katya in there, and moving on to who was going to be next on display when there was a knocking at the door.  I went to answer it, and found Frank standing there, looking frazzled.  “Hey Frank.  How are you holding up?”

Frank shrugged.  “I miss Giselle.  I know I said Sunday, but...”

I led Frank in to the living room and sat with him on the couch.  “Giselle did agree to be changed until tomorrow.  Are you sure you want to change her back early?”

He shrugged.  “I miss her.  I mean, I know she’s right here around my chest, but...  What are those two doing?”

I glanced over at Janis and Angela, who were still arguing over who should be on display next.  “New display wardrobe.  Katya’s already inside, but everyone wants to be next.”

“Including you?” asked Frank with a shadow of his usual grin.

“I’m content to wait my turn.”

“Why not just draw cards... or you could play ‘spin the box’ and change whoever it ends up pointing at,” suggested Frank.  He was grinning openly.

I grinned back, and said, loudly enough to be heard over the argument, “We shouldn’t spin the box, it won’t spin for long.  We should write ‘The Box’ on a bottle, and spin that.”

Angela and Janis laughed and went to find a suitable bottle in the kitchen.

“Thanks, that’ll keep them quiet for a bit.  You seem to be doing a bit better.  Think you can go another day without your sweetie, if you make sure to give her... attention?”

Frank smirked at that.  “I... hadn’t thought of it that way.  Do you think she’d mind if I... kinda groped myself through her?”

“Oh, hon, she’d love it.  I promise.  Go hit Black Velvet on the way home and find yourself a nice toy or two...”

Frank nodded, and started to get up.  A moment later there was a loud cheer from the kitchen, and both Angela and Janis were looking at me.

“What?” I asked, but I saw that the box was already pointing at me.  “You already spun, didn’t you...”

“Enjoy your time on display,” chuckled Frank.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Angela pressed the button, and the world dissolved on me.  I felt around for my shape once I’d finished changing, and figured I was the camisole again.  I tried to feel a little embarrassed that I was going to be displayed as such an intimate garment, but the only disappointment I could feel was that I was going to be hanging instead of being worn.

Once the door of the wardrobe closed, it muffled Janis and Angela’s voices.  Not by enough that I couldn’t hear them, I just had to strain to make it out.  They were teasing me, describing how they were canoodling right there in front of the glass, asking if I wished I could see what was going on.  I heard a squeak against the glass, and could almost see the bare breasts that were making that noise.  I tried to focus on that image, and the mists slowly parted.  There, in front of me, were Angela’s naked breasts.  I couldn’t tell if it was memory, imagination, or actually real, and in the moment I didn’t care.  The display the two of them put on made me entirely forget my earlier disappointment.