Janis skipped her next therapy session.  When I came home that night, she hugged me tight.  “I feel oddly free.”

“Oh?”

“I spent the whole day not beating myself up about something I could do nothing about.  Instead, I want to do something fun with you tonight.”

I grinned.  “Sounds promising.  What would that be?  Girl-pillow again?”

Janis shook her head, and handed me the box.  “Press it.”

A moment later, there was a rubber breast where Janis had been standing.  I chuckled and scooped it up.  “It would have been nice if you had told me what your limits were before you did this...”

I walked over to the kitchen to start in on dinner, and set her on the counter.  Right on top of a handwritten note.  I pulled the note out from under the toy, and read it.  “Well.  I guess you did establish some limits.  Used seven times before I’m allowed to change you back, is it?  It might take me a while...”

Still, I figured I owed her my best efforts first.  So after eating dinner by myself, I retired to the bedroom with the Janis-toy and dug out some lube Angela had brought home from work.

Just the idea of playing with her in this state was enough to get me going the first time, though once I’d had my fun I felt a little guilty.  I gave the toy a nice sudsy hand-wash, then debated trying to go again.  Sweet-talking it as if it were actually a person helped, as I imagined Janis’ side of the conversation being along the lines of “stop talking and get on with it already!”

I managed a third try later that night, but that was it for the day.  I slept hard, turned myself female in the morning to get ready for a Friday as Daffodil... and only then remembered that the box also reset refractory periods.  “I’ll deal with you tonight,” I promised the toy.

And I did.  But by the second time, I was starting to feel the chafing, and felt that the remaining iterations would have to wait.  Then it occurred to me that Janis’ note had been unspecific about who was to use her.  I wondered if Katya would be receptive, and decided to find out.

Katya was not enthused to see another male in the apartment.  “You know the rules,” he said.

“Yes, well.”  I tossed him the Janis-toy.  “I figured you could make an exception for this.”

Katya squeezed it a few times.  “I really don’t see how this should be an exception.”

I handed over Janis’ note, and watched as Katya’s expression grew fond.  “Oh, the minx.  I still don’t see why you need to be male for this.  Go turn yourself into a pillow or something.”

I considered becoming a harem girl for him, which would require summoning the Keeper... so I found the Angela-panties (it was not hard, they were on display in the wardrobe) and changed her back.  She looked back and forth between the two of us.  “The Keeper declares that the two of you should get out of the house and go watch a football game.  Together.  You’re both guys, you can do that, right?”

Katya laughed.  “I’m not a huge fan of sports.”

“Nor am I,” I replied.  “But it still seems like fun.  Want to give it a go?”  I held out my hand to shake his.  There might have been a little bit of “who can squeeze hardest” dominance going until the Keeper interrupted us and shooed us out of the apartment.

“So.  There’s a sports bar on the corner.  Want to see what’s on?”

“You buying the beer?” Katya asked.

“Sure.”

“What the hell.  If nothing else, this will be... educational.”

“Yeah... I wouldn’t count on that.  Unless you think seeing how guys treat each other when there aren’t any women around is educational, I guess.”

“That is exactly what I meant.”

Kat nearly drunk me under the table.  I’m not much of a drinker, so his prior experience and greater-than-usual body mass did me in.  He had to drag me home, both of us singing as we went.  I thought I was doing well, but in retrospect I’m pretty sure I was wildly off key...

Angela took one look at the both of us and started to laugh.  “I really shouldn’t have expected anything else, should I?”

“Nnnnope.”

“Could you get Dave a couple glasses of water?” asked Kat.

I remember drinking one of the glasses, and not much else.

When I awoke in the morning, there was the scent of bacon in the air.  I felt only very slightly queasy, far better than the first time I’d gotten drunk on beer.  I credited the quality of German beer, and stumbled my way into the kitchen.  Kat and Angela grinned when they saw me.  “How are you feeling, Dave?”

I wrinkled my nose at Kat.  “Better than I deserve.  Thanks for... whatever helped.”

“The water, mostly.  Ready to face some lovely bacon and eggs?”

I shook my head.  “I think cereal is more my speed right now.  Sorry.  Smells lovely, but my stomach’s feeling delicate.”

After we’d all had breakfast, the world seemed slightly more stable.  Other than the fact that Kat was still male, and not objecting to me using that name on him.  “You said I could call you Dave,” he explained.  “So I figured, what the heck.”

I grinned.  “Cool.  Because you really don’t look like a Katya just now.  How are you feeling?”

Kat smirked.  “You are so not a guy, despite the cock.  Wanting to talk about feelings and all.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “I talked about feelings long before the box entered my life and gave me so many fun new options and ideas...”

“And which of those options would you like to explore today?” asked Angela.  “Your Keeper stands ready if you want to be a harem girl.”

I shook my head.  “Kind of liking this new thing with me and Kat getting along.  I want to see where that goes.”  At Angela’s smirk I shook my head.  “Not like that, you goof.  I have no interest in making love to Kat like this.”

Kat pouted.  “None at all?”

“I...”  I sighed.  “No escaping this gracefully, is there?”

They both shook their heads.  “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it,” added Angela.  “Just tell us why.”

“I’m not gay,” I said reflexively.

Angela laughed.  “You sure as hell are when you’re a girl...  Why is this different?”

“I don’t entirely know.  Fundamental discomfort with some of what’s involved with guy on guy loving?”

Kat shook his head.  “Forget about that.  I’d never ask you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.  But I would dearly like to know what you are comfortable with, because I find you quite attractive like this.”

I blinked.  “Uh... you do?”

“You find girls attractive when you’re female.  Why do you think that would change for me?”

“Right.  I...  Huh.  I haven’t given it a lot of thought, other than regretting turning down a pass from a cute-ish guy many years ago.”

Angela raised an eyebrow.  “Do tell.”

I shrugged.  “Not much to say, really.  Someone I knew online.  Ran into him at one of the early Furry conventions, and we just... talked.  He flirted a little, but could tell I didn’t swing that way.  Still... I have wondered about that a few times since then.”

Kat made a rumbling, thoughtful sound.  He met my gaze and firmly said, “You’re cute.  I’d like to snuggle with you and see where things go.”

I gaped at him then nodded wordlessly.  Kat approached me slowly, giving me time to adapt to his proximity.  He towered over me as I sat in my chair, and I found myself short of breath.  The hug was divine and I buried my face in his chest.

After a bit we moved to the couch for more balanced cuddling.  I was surprised to hear Kat sigh happily.  I made an interrogative noise and turned my head so I could look him in the face.

Kat hugged me tighter.  “So good...” he murmured.

I laughed.  “You’re a cuddlebug in any form, it seems.”

“Even as a dress.”

“So why do we hang you up in the wardrobe?”

Kat shrugged.  “That’s where good dresses go.  It works, okay?  Dress loves being worn, but it accepts that being worn is for special times, not all the time.”  He tilted his head as he considered it.  “And... being worn for special times makes them more special.  Don’t worry about it.”

I ruffled his hair.  “Fine.  I’ve been a dress often enough that I kind of get where Dress is coming from.”

Kat leaned in for a kiss, and I’ll admit it made me a little melty.  But when his hand snaked into my pants I jumped back, and started apologizing.  Kat was super sweet about it, and accepted that I had limits on how far I would go.

When I asked why he was being so nice about it, Kat chuckled.  “I want you to make love while wearing me.  And you’re happy to do so for me.”

I smirked. “Not just for you.  It’s incredibly hot...”

“We all have things we love and things we hate... make it things we don’t want to do.  You respect that, even if you did push a bit on me spending time male.  I can’t complain how it has worked out, it’s fantastic.  And... while I’d love to make love to you like this, I’m... pretty sure turning you half female would make you happy with the idea.”

“I’d prefer all female... but your idea intrigues me.  Would the Keeper be so kind?”

Angela startled out of her reverie, she’d been watching the two of us cuddle with a dreamy look on her face.  “Oh, you’re talking to me?  Are we back to the harem?”

“Maybe.  Maybe not.  If you’d be so kind as to turn my bottom half female I’d like to see how far down this peculiar rabbit-hole I’ll be willing to go.”

“Can I watch?”

I smirked.  “You’d be welcome to do as much more than watch as you’d like.  As you are now, or as anything else that tickles your fancy.”

Angela squeaked happily and grabbed for the box.  Soon I felt my lower half twisting, and this time when Kat tried cupping my bottom it just made me squirm with delight.

We retired to the bedroom shortly after that.  Angela made herself the inverse of me - male on the bottom, female on top, and we had a lovely romp together on a bed not really big enough for the three of us.  After the second time Angela fell out of the bed, I offered to be her bra instead.

“But this was about you getting comfortable with Kat,” Angela protested.

I giggled.  “I think we’ve more than sorted that bit out.  You two have fun, now.”

The world melted away from me as I thinned out into fabric.  It was a very good night indeed.

*** *** ***

It wasn’t until the following Thursday that I remembered Janis was still a sex toy, and one “use” short of her limit.  Angela laughed at my frantic hunting for the toy.  “You forgot her for a week and now you’re in a panic?”

“Hey, you and Kat were very distracting.”

Angela purred at the memories.  “Yeah, Kat was... rr.  I wish we hadn’t deleted the condom pattern.”

“It’s a little too easy to lose.  I guess if you were hot pink...”  I kept digging through my sock drawer as I talked, and cheered when I finally turned up the boob-shaped object I was looking for.  I eyed it.  “Wait, is this her or the original?”

“Does it look well used?” asked Angela.

I sighed and shook my head.  “Dang it, where did she get to?”

Angela held up a little pink sphere.  “I kept her safe.  And.. um... well used.”

I smirked.  “So I don’t need to whack off with her before changing her back?  How considerate.”  I glanced down at the orb in her hands.  “It’s just not the same as the real thing.”

“That’s kind of the point.  Sex with a real person is messy and complicated.  This is... simple.”

I nodded.  “Yeah, but not what I meant.  It’s too shallow, and just doesn’t feel as good.”

“You need better lube, then.  There’s one that’s quite popular, makes you fit... wherever.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.  “More magic?  I think we have enough to deal with.”

Angela nodded.  “Fair.  We could turn her into the vase, instead.  That one feels really nice.”

I shook my head, and went to find the box.  “Time to restore her and see what she wants to do next.”

Janis flowed from sphere to woman and on into a big stretch.  She shook her arms out then looked around.  “How long was I out?”

“About a week.  It’s Thursday.”

Janis wrinkled her nose.  “I don’t want to go to therapy.”

“Then don’t.  It was making you miserable.  Some things are best left alone.”

Janis curled her legs against her chest and wrapped her arms around them.  I sat beside her on the bed.  “How are you feeling?”

“Actually... pretty good.  Tempted to spend another week as a toy, as long as I’ll get used.”

“You will.  Angela has a couple of shifts lined up this weekend.  Might see if Kat wants another go at you as well.”

Janis blinked at the name.  “Kat?  You...”

I grinned.  “We have an accommodation now.  He gets to call me Dave, I get to call him Kat.  When we’re both guys, anyway.”

Janis sighed happily.  “I have to see that.  Sorry, no toy time until I get to see you and Kat together.”

“Cool.  You two have fun, I need to get to work.”

As the door closed behind me I heard Angela say, “You heard him.  Let’s have some fun...”

I wondered what I’d come back to.  I was not expecting to find Janis cooking, wearing Angela as an apron.

I studied the scene with a grin on my face.  After considering a few quips I went with 

“What’s cooking, good looking?”

Janis laughed.  “Nothing too special.  Just some baked tortellini.”

I moved closer and gave her a hug.  “That you made it makes it special.  Dinner for two, or four?”

“Two tonight.  Four tomorrow.  I’d like all four of us to go dancing as people, for once.”

“I believe that’s well within the rules.”

She swatted me for that, but laughed.  “And I’m allowed to ask for things.  Still... not really used to that.”

“To asking or to wanting?”

“To... being allowed.  Katya would make me feel guilty when I wanted her to be human, and... that has completely stopped.  I guess because we accept ‘no’ from her?”

I shrugged.  “You’re both more comfortable and better supported in who and what you want to be.  You were struggling with basic needs, it’s hard to be yourself like that.”

Janis ducked her head.  “It was hard.  Not knowing if we’d have enough to eat.”

The oven timer chose that moment to start beeping.  Janis chuckled.  “And now I get to feed you.  Yeah, it’s food you bought...”  She opened the oven and pulled out our dinner.

“That smells wonderful, love.  Better than anything I’d make for myself.”

Janis smiled at me.  “Thanks.  It needs to cool for a bit before we can eat it.”

“Yeah, I’ll pass on napalming my mouth.  Whatever shall we do with the handful of minutes we have until it’s ready?”

Janis eyed me, turned to set a timer on the oven, then turned back and stepped into the hug I was offering.  We only got as far as discarding the apron and my work shirt before the timer went off.

After dinner, which was at the time greatly appreciated, we picked up where we’d left off.  By the time we’d made it to the bedroom all that was left were my pants.  Janis gestured for me to lose them, so I did... but I also noticed the face she made when she looked me over.  “Hoping for something else, or someone else?”

“I’d...”  Janis looked away.

“Hey.  Remember the rules.  You can change me in any way you like as long as I get to work tomorrow.”  I picked the box up, ensured it was targeted on me, then set it in her hands.

“But what if it’s... kind of weird?”  Janis sighed.  “Your threshold for weird is way higher than mine, isn’t it?”

I grinned at her and nodded.  “Hit me with it.  Just set it up, don’t ask.”

Janis shook her head.  “I heard about what you three got up to last weekend.  You had stuff you wouldn’t do.”

I kept nodding, but more thoughtfully.  “Well, yes... but since you don’t want to be a guy, I don’t think that particular sticking point will come up.”

“That’s kind of my point, though.  Gender is such a big thing.  I’m not comfortable changing anyone’s without their permission.”

“But you signed on to the ‘random pantification’ program...” I protested.

Janis nodded, a grin finally touching her lips.  “Yeah!  Clothing is different.  It’s... it doesn’t really have a gender.”

“Panties seem pretty gendered to me.”

Janis’ gaze grew distant and dreamy.  “Oh, no.  It’s not the same at all.  They’re made to be worn by a woman, but they aren’t...”  She sighed at my skeptical expression.  “It’s not the same to me.”

“That, I’ll give you.  I feel very feminine when I’m lingerie, and I love it.  Just... ask, okay?  The absolute worst I will do is very politely say no.”

Janis took a deep breath and said, “Bottom half male, top half fema...”

“Yes,” interjected.

“You didn’t let me finish,” protested Janis.

“Because I like this plan and I wanted to be sure you understood just how much. Was there more?”

Janis looked like she was about to shake her head.  “Okay, top half female and ... um... a pillow for a head?”

“Still yes.  Is that what you want?”

Janis thought about it for a minute, a grin slowly growing on her face.  “Well... now that it’s on the table, I’d like to try it.”

I nodded.  “Still game, here.  Communication will be a little tricky.  So I’ll say this ahead of time – if you feel like changing things up, go for it.”

Janis snickered a bit at ‘ahead’ and I sighed.  She zapped me a moment later, and the world went dark.  Trying to see from whatever was left of my head proved difficult when a moment later I had breasts, and someone I couldn’t see was fondling them.

Feeling Janis snuggled up against me was divine.  Losing all but hearing and touch made the remaining sensations so much more intense.  It also made it hard to figure out where she was and after quite a bit of pleasant fumbling I felt my head return to existence.

“No good?” I asked.

“Smooching is more fun,” declared Janis, punctuating her sentiment with a kiss.  That led to more fumbling that soon became very energetic and this time, accurately directed.

I found the sensation of my breasts brushing against hers as I made love to her the most arousing thing I’d ever felt, and finished rather too quickly due to that and the way in which it entirely enchanted and distracted me.

Janis smiled up at me fondly as I slowed.  “I am very glad the box can get you up again.”

I chuckled softly.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.  You looked like you were having a transcendant experience.”

“So, so much so.  I’ve never felt like that before.  I want to stay like this.”

Janis frowned slightly.  “Always, or just... whenever you’re not my camisole?”

“Oh, the deal’s still on.  Adding a camisole to our lovemaking sounds divine, however.  Who gets the role?”

Janis hesitated.  “Tempted to change you anyway, and see if Angie would go female over male.”

“She probably would at that.  You know where the box is.”

Janis reached for it, and twiddled the dials.  “But first, you owe me at least one more round like this.”

I grinned up at her as I felt my cock stiffen again.  I pulled her down on top of me, and it was just as fun from below, breast on breast.  Adding Angela as a camisole for the third go-round was even better.

*** *** ***

In the morning, I was still half and half.  Janis woke as I was trying on various combinations of blouses and trousers.

“Won’t the masculine dress work?” she asked.

I sighed.  “That was the first thing I tried.  Doesn’t play nice up top.  I’m going to have to go back to that tailor and get one for this combo.”

“So you’re serious about staying this way?” asked Janis.  “At least while you’re human?”

I nodded enthusiastically.  “It’s perfect.  Best of both worlds, as I see it.  I can see why you’d feel differently.”

Janis shook her head.  “It looks fantastic on you.  I’m happier all girl... or all fabric.  That blouse seems to work pretty well, maybe with the black pants?”

I tried the suggested pair, and nodded.  “It’ll do.  Think I should add a tie to it?”

Janis slitted her eyes as she considered the idea.  “Only if I’m the tie.”

“Done with humaning for the week?” I asked.

Janis shook her head.  “I still want to see you and Kat tonight.  But for now it’s Angie’s turn.  Make love to her while wearing me.”

“Of course.”

I zapped Janis into a tie, deftly knotted her in place, and went looking for the Angela-chemise.  She was lying atop a towel in the bathroom, looking freshly laundered.  It seemed a shame to change her back from such a lovely form so soon, so I hung the chemise in the wardrobe beside my pretty red dress.

Work went surprisingly well.  Most people took my half-and-half look in stride, and largely opted for calling me Daffodil.  Which seemed to fit well enough.  Shelly stopped by my desk to “confirm the rumours” and asked what I thought of joining her team.  I told her I was thinking of showing up like this most of the time, and she cheered.

I got a dirty look from Tom on the way home, and that made me grin even more.

When I returned home, I draped my tie over the chemise, giggled slightly at the result, and started work on dinner.  Once I’d put the casserole in the oven, I had most of an hour to wait and little to do.  I restored Angela, and looped the tie around her neck as a leash.  “Janis wanted me to wear her while making love to you, but I have some more fun ideas of what to do with her.”

Angela clucked.  “You should respect her request.”  She tugged the tie from my hands, and looped it around my neck instead.  “There.”

We didn’t make it into the bedroom.  Janis didn’t stay around my neck for long, but she was soft and silky and fun to tease with...

Once dinner was ready, I restored Janis and Katya as well, so we all could eat dinner and decide what we wanted to do.  “We’ve been to Apparitions most Fridays, are we doing that again?”

Katya shrugged.  “I don’t care where I get worn.”

“I was promised some Kat and Dave time,” noted Janis.  “Doesn’t have to be at Apparitions, but I would like to see you two try to dance together...”

“Hm.  I wish I had a good dancing dress for my half and half form,” I mused.  “That’d be fun with Kat.”

Angela promised a shopping trip to find the perfect dress later, then suggested I go all male and wear her favourite dress.  I hesitated, mulling the idea.  “I’d rather not...”

“We could just turn you into panties,” noted Angela.  “According to your rules.”

I snickered.  “Fine.  I’ll go to work as Daff-Dave.  The rest of the time... well, we’ll figure it out.  Katya, you haven’t agreed to this idea yet.  Would you like to see me all male and rocking the dress?”

“Only if you promise to wear me as that dress afterward.”

“Oooh, right.  I did kind of promise that then wore Janis instead.  I wanted it to be a surprise, and...”  I sighed.  “There should be something about promises in the deal, maybe?”

Angela shook her head.  “Not in the deal, just... generally.  That’s part of being a good friend.”

“Yeah, it is.  Sorry, Katya.  I did mean to get back to you, but...”

Katya smiled.  “Dresses are for special occasions.  Make tonight special, and it’s all good.”

I grinned.  “As the lady wishes.  Janis wanted to see the two of us male, are you up for that?”

Katya grinned back at me in a way that was all Kat.  “Heck yes.  Let’s go out dancing with two pretty ladies on our arms.”

So that is what we did.  It was a lovely night, and I think we went to Apparitions but I’m not entirely sure – my attention was entirely on my companions.

When we returned to the apartment we were still in a convivial mood and Angela put some music on so we could continue dancing.  Halfway through a spin Janis melted away in my arms, turning into a fluttery camisole.  Kat grinned and looked over at Angela who was holding the box and pointing it at him.  “About time.  Have fun!”

Angela grinned and pressed the button, and Kat crumpled into fabric.  I scooped the dress up before it had fully collapsed, and shucked out of the original within moments.  I wriggled my best dress into place and posed for Angela.  “Well?”

She grabbed the Janis-camisole from where I’d set it on the sofa and headed for the bedroom.  I gave her a minute’s head start then followed, and found her still wriggling into it when I arrived.  “Now there’s a lovely sight indeed...”

Angela growled at me possessively and tumbled me into the bed.  We kept the dress and chemise on for the first two lovemaking sessions, then I ditched the dress to show off my new favourite form.  Angela studied my appearance for a time.  “You’re comfortable like this?”

“Boob on boob lovemaking is a very strong argument.”

“Show me.”

I didn’t get to the hand-washing that night.

In the morning, Angela found me while I was finishing blotting the camisole.  The dress was already set out to dry.  “Mmm.  Taking care of our sweeties, good.  I’m half tempted to join them.”

I chuckled.  “So am I, but then who’d wear us?”

“We could find someone.”

I chuckled as I finished with the camisole and hung it to dry.  “If you can find someone trustworthy enough, and the others agree... sure.  For an evening, anyway.  That’d be kind of fun.”

“I may keep you to that promise.  I can think of a few candidates...  Hah, that one reminds me of another promise you made.”

Turning to face her I asked, “Which promise?”

“That you’d come visit my parents with me.  Dad’s birthday is next week, and Mom has been plaguing me to visit.”

“Of course.  Do I need to take some time off work?  We could make a little vacation of it, go hit a beach afterward to satisfy a promise I made about bikinis, I think it was...”

Angele grinned brightly.  “Really?  You’ll do it?  It’s next weekend, but having some time to ourselves afterward sounds amazing.”

“Just one question.  Are we bringing the other two along as dresses, or as people?”

“Oh, definitely dresses.  Pack them in a suitcase.”

I nodded.  “As you wish, oh Keeper of the Harem.”

Angela laughed.  “And none of that in front of my folks!  For all I bitch about them, I do rather like them and if you do that, Dad would have a heart attack.”

“You never know.  Maybe they do kinky stuff too.”

Angela put her hands over her ears.  “Nope.  Don’t want to hear it.”

I laughed at her antics, then put my hands over her eyes before leaning in to kiss her.  We did eventually get to the dress-shopping part of the day, but there were distractions along the way...

When we returned home, I danced around the kitchen in my new dress that fit my half-male half-female body.  “What do you think?  Should I wear this when we go visit your folks?”

Angela snorted at the idea, then started to look speculative.  “I mean, it would explain things.  Half the reason I’m here in Wurzburg was the whole coming out as gay business, and now I’m bringing home a guy.”

“Who likes to be a girl for you,” I noted.  “Or half-girl.”

“Yeah, I think we should skip that bit.  Still, given that the clinics exist...  I was hoping you could bring the box and change from David to Daffodil so they can see it’s real.  They’ve heard it’s possible but they think it’s fake.”

I nodded.  “I can hardly blame them for that.  I wouldn’t have believed it was possible half a year ago either.”

Angela sighed plaintively.  “It’s just that they’re always like that.  They didn’t disown me for being gay or anything like that.  They just didn’t believe me.”

“And now you’re dating a part time guy.  Maybe they were right.”

“Augh!  I can’t believe you’re taking their side.  Maybe going to see them is a terrible idea.”

I held my hands up defensively.  “I’m not taking anyone’s side.  The whole situation was confusing as heck for you.  Imagine how much more confusing it was for them, especially given you probably didn’t know what you were looking for when you had that fight.”

“Wasn’t a fight.  They didn’t yell or anything.  Even kept saying ‘yes dear, we understand’.”

“On the surface that sounds positive...”

Angela sighed gustily, a long-suffering sigh that made it abundantly clear she’d trodden that particular road far too many times.  “They say it, yes.  But they don’t get it.  Not at all.  They still kept trying to set me up with ‘nice boys’, sons of various neighbours and such.”

“And would I be a nice boy in their eyes?”

Angela growled at me.  “You.  Absolute.  God damn...”  She sighed morosely.  “You’re right.  You would absolutely get their seal of approval.”

I sighed softly as her hands stopped clenching into fists.  “Sorry for being right about it.  Just... you’re confused.  They probably could tell you were confused.  I’m sure they wanted what is best for you.  And hadn’t the slightest clue how to figure out what that was.”

Angela growled again.  “Stop being so right.  I need something to take out all this pent up anger on.”

“Turn me into a pillow and punch me?”

Angela grabbed the box off the living room table.  She clicked the dial, shook her head, and clicked it again.  I felt the world shudder around me in a familiar twisting of flesh to flesh, and grinned at her saucily.  “No punching me while I’m a girl.”

“Not looking to punch you.  Get undressed.”

“Yes’m!”