“Oh, hi... Janis, was it?  Is my sister around?” asked Lena, standing just outside the door to our hotel room.

“Yep.  She’s around Katya’s foot.  Sweetie, we have a visitor.  Could you spare your lovely new slippers?”

“Aww, do I have to change them back?”

“Just Angela.”

“But I don’t remember which one she is...”  Katya sighed mournfully and soon I was wriggling back to humanity.  Femininity, to be specific, which meant my clothes were uncomfortable.  This distracted me from the lovely memories of my time underfoot, so I turned away to go dig through my suitcase for a dress.

Angela asked me to grab a dress for her as well.  She casually slipped it on in front of her sister.  I did note that the hotel door was closed, then shrugged and did much the same.  

Angela perched on the end of the bed, and gestured Lena toward the only chair in the room.  “What brings you here this fine morning?”

Lena didn’t sit, instead she leaned against the wall.  “I want to ask something weird.  But given what I just saw... maybe not so weird.”

“Our standards for weird are quite... expansive,” I commented.  “You’re unlikely to shock us.”

“Yeah, I kind of get that now.  Did you spend all night as slippers?”

I nodded.  “And Katya had great fun with it.  Which makes it even better.  The squishiness was new, and... honestly, pretty neat.  Plus she had this whole dom thing going that really put it over the top.”

Katya blushed, but she was grinning too.  “You asked.”

“And you delivered in spades.”

“We’re getting away from the topic, here,” chided Angela.  She turned back to her sister.  “What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” whined Lena.  “Henrik walked in me for a bit before I changed back, but he doesn’t get it, doesn’t want to walk on me.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked.  “What part worked for you?  The dominance, being underfoot, or just the squishiness?”

Lena chewed on her lip for a bit.  “It’s hard to tell.  Dad and dominance... no.”

“Foot fetish or crush fetish?” I asked.

Angela snickered at her sister’s expression.  “Oh come on, sis.  We’ve talked about worse.”

“It wasn’t... uh...”  Lena sighed.  “It’s weirder when it’s me, okay?”  She sighed again, and looked away from us, toward the door.  “I’ve been married for four years, we don’t do the crazed lustweasel thing any more.  Except last night...  Wow.  I don’t know what it was, but I want it again.”

“How about this?  Imagine you’re something small and squishy.  Scene one, you’re on the floor and Henrik is stepping on you.  Scene two, he’s got you in his hand and is using you like a stress ball.”

“I... I don’t know.  I can’t imagine it, either way.”

I grinned at her and gestured to the box that was still in Katya’s hands.  “We could make it not so imaginary.  Is the stress boob still in memory?”

“I think we overwrote that.  We could scan a pillow.”

“Or go out shopping for just the right sort of toy...” suggested Angela, grinning at her sister’s discomfiture.  “You already have a favourite store for that kind of stuff, right?”

“Pillow first,” squeaked Lena.

Katya scanned in one of the hotel pillows, then turned on Lena and zapped her without warning.  “There.  Angela, step on her a couple times, then try squeezing her.”

I grinned and watched Katya while Anglea put the new pillow through its paces.  “Seems you can play Sultan like this.”

Katya waggled the box at me.  “Careful, harem girl.  The bed needs more pillows.”

I giggled.  “Later.  Let’s see what our test subject thought of the experiment.”

Lena reappeared in Angela’s arms, and they tumbled to the bed.  She shuddered, and rolled away from her sister.  “That was...”

“Too much?”

“How do you guys just... do this all the time and not go crazy?”

“Practice,” I replied, deadpan.  “Seriously, we’ve been through this ourselves.  I love being a camisole, it’s so slinky and slippery and close.  Katya loves being long swishy dresses.  We’ve arranged a life where we can be those things... but we’re also human at times.  Being human has perks.”

“Really?” asked Lena.

“Yeah.  Hugs are much better than being a dress.”  I mock-glowered at Katya, who looked like she was about to disagree.  “Food is good, too.  A good dinner among good company is special, and helps create the sort of bonds that sustain us at other times.”

Katya sighed softly, and nodded.  “Yeah.  I don’t exactly miss it when I’m a dress, but a meal with all of you guys is so great when I’m human.”

Lena harrumphed.  “Had enough of family dinners for a while, thanks.”

“Fair, after that show.  So what are we sending you home as?”

Lena glanced at the pillow longingly.  “I’m not sure.  Squishing is amazing, but... I think I need to be smaller.  Something you can hold in one hand.”

“Time to hit the toy shop, then!” cheered Angela.  “Lead the way.”

Lena was hesitant about having such a large group tag along with her, so we turned Janis and Katya back into a bra and panties for Angela.  I asked her if she’d prefer to get rid of me as well, and she seemed to be considering it, but in the end figured I had given somewhat useful advice.  So I could stay human.  Provisionally.  And I could only tag along if I stayed female.  I agreed, naturally.

Lena drove us to the store, and asked me how I’d become so comfortable out and about as a woman.  I admitted it had taken a bit of getting used to, but after spending enough time living as a woman it had become perfectly natural to me.

She was more taken aback when I frankly admitted to the shop-clerk that we were going to scan whatever we bought and use magic to transform “someone” into it.  Temporarily, of course.  Instead of being shocked, the clerk seemed avidly interested in the idea, and was very helpful in going over the panoply of available items to find one that suited Lena.

We looked at a variety of breast-shaped toys at first, but Lena felt they weren’t quite right.  The clerk gave her an appraising look, and did not ask if she was the one who was going to be transformed.  She just asked what Lena was looking for in terms of shape... and quickly intuited that we needed to be in a different section.

The clerk led us to a display of what looked like comically oversized dildoes, some blatantly phallic while others were smooth cylinders with simple tapered tips.  She showed how they compressed when squeezed, and we each tried squishing the test unit.  It seemed to be made up of several layers of silicone of varying density, with a pleasingly firm core in the middle.

I asked what the point of these toys was, and the clerk grinned.  They called them “magic dildoes” because even an average-sized woman could make them disappear.  I looked them over more eagerly after that, and chose a red one about as thick around as a soda can.  The clerk was reluctant to take it out of its packaging to demonstrate it, so I bought it and we all gave that one a try as well.  Lena decided that it looked like fun, but she wanted something with the same basic idea but less intimidating.

The clerk showed off several smaller versions from the same line, and Lena chose a slim blue one that seemed only a little bit over average size, perhaps half as thick as my toy.  Once we’d paid for that one as well, she tried squishing it in her hand.  It wouldn’t compress nearly as much as the bigger ones, and it was somewhat firmer to boot.  After a few more test squeezes, Lena declared herself satisfied.  

The clerk wanted to see the magic, so I asked if she was volunteering.  She sputtered a little at that, but her bright eyed look made it clear she was interested.  Her shift wasn’t over for many hours, so she regretfully turned the offer down.  I suggested that similar services might be available at the alteration clinics in time, and that brightened her right up again.

Once we were done in the store, Lena wanted to head right home and get converted for her husband.  Angela pointed out that he would be working for the rest of the day, so instead we had a wander around town.  After a lovely lunch where discussion mostly managed to avoid the purchases sitting in Lena’s trunk, I asked if the two of them wanted some time without a third wheel.

Angela refused the idea point blank.  “I want both of you to get to know each other.  We’re having a lovely girls’ day out, why not continue?”

I couldn’t argue with that.  Lena eyed her sister in a way that made me curious what she was thinking, but she refused to answer me on the topic.

After lunch, we explored the city some more.  We did a little window shopping, and in one of the stores I spotted a dress the other two disdained as a “frilly monstrosity”, all ruffles and swish.  I knew that Katya would love it, so I bought it.  It was rather too floofy to wear while walking around town, so we returned to the car to store the bag.  After that, I suggested Lena show us her favourite nearby park, and we had a pleasant ramble there.

Once we were well away from any prying eyes, Lena confronted us.  “You two have been holding hands this entire walk.  When are you two getting married?”

Angela rolled her eyes.  “Not you too.  Mom already started in on it after your husband carried you home.”

Lena squirmed and blushed at the comment.  “Yeah, that was... I mean, not the point.  Dad grilled you the same way he did Henrik.  Prospective husband stuff, you know?”

“I kind of figured as much from his sympathetic looks,” I agreed.  “The problem is... we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“So talk.”

“What, right here?”

Lena gestured at the wilds around us.  “It’s a pretty enough spot for a proposal.”

I snorted at her comment, then looked around.  “It is pretty enough.  So.”  I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts.  “I am serious about moving back to Canada in a few years.  Is that a deal breaker for you?”

Angela shook her head.  “Not as long as we get to travel back here regularly.  You can afford one round trip ticket every year, right?”

I nodded.  “Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem if you’re willing to travel as my shirt.  I’ll have to travel male to match my passport.  And you’d have to travel normally at least once, to establish residence in Canada.  The rest... what Immigration doesn’t know won’t hurt them.  Or us, hopefully.”

“Sounds good to me so far.”

I nodded.  “Yeah, well.  Then there’s the issue of Janis and Katya, and the whole timeshare girlfriend thing we have going on.  How does that work?”

“Same as always,” replied Angela serenely.  “Do you think Katya would hate being a wedding dress?  She’d probably insist we keep her on display until at least our first anniversary.”

I had to chuckle.  “Yeah.  She probably would at that.  What about Janis?”

“Honeymoon lingerie.  You know she’ll love it.”

“Okay, fair.  So... you’d be okay marrying me, and just... keeping on pretty much as we have been?”

Angela gnawed at her lip.  “There are some pointed things said in church about infidelity.”

“Yeah, I remember some of those lectures from my first marriage.  They were pretty specific.  Almost too much so, to be honest.  There are a lot of fun things you can do that aren’t penis in vagina, and the box opens up so many more...”

Angela snickered.  “Yeah.  Except I wouldn’t expect you to stop playing harem girl to Kat’s Sultan.  And so on.”

Lena shook her head.  “As long as you keep others from knowing, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

I frowned at the idea.  “I don’t like that.  I don’t want to hide them from the important people in our life.”

“It’s not like we go about telling everyone about our love life,” mused Angela.  “Still.  They’d be living with us, and ... hm.”

“Can we circle back to that ‘first marriage’ thing?” asked Lena.  “You never said you were married.”

“Sure I did.  Your father’s interrogation was quite thorough.  You were a slipper at the time, so I guess you were distracted?”

Lena blushed brightly.  “A little.  But you’re changing the subject.”

“Yes, I was married.  It ended badly.  No cheating, just... incompatible views on a lot of things.  Frankly, given how she was a fan of burning bridges over the slightest things, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did.  That was about four years ago, now.  The divorce paperwork is all complete, so there is no legal impediment to me getting married again.  I don’t think the Catholics see it that way, so ... uh, depending on your faith, a church wedding might be out.”

Angela shrugged.  “We’re not all that religious.  Getting married in a cathedral was never... hell, I didn’t figure I’d be getting married at all.  Can’t get married to a woman.”

“You can in Canada.  That said, I’d prefer to be my natural self.  And we’d have to do some kind of unsanctioned handfasting or the like with Janis and Katya as well.  Even if they can’t legally be our partners, I’d want... something that feels about as formal.”

Angela nodded slowly as I talked.  “Yeah, I’d want something.  We all need to talk this through.”

“Bah, fine,” groused Lena.  “No proposal today?”

“Not for a long time.  I was a mess after the divorce, and one of the things that I took from the therapy that followed was not to rush into things the next time around.”

“How long?” demanded Lena.

I sighed.  “I figured on a minimum of a year.  And we’ve been together for... um, does that first night at Apparitions count?”

Angela shrugged.  “Neither of us knew who the other was then.  But... that kind of makes it hotter.  Do you remember what day it was?”

“I think it was ... sometime in May.  Oh wait!  My blind date was the first weekend of May, so that would make our first dance the following Saturday.”

“Are we really going by when you met Katya and Janis as the reference point?” asked Angela archly.

“Well... it does sort of fit.  We have to fit all four of us together, and that’s how it started.”

Angela sighed melodramatically, though there was a twinkle in her eye.  “Does that mean two anniversaries?  One for them and one for me?”

“Sure.  You get free reign with the box on said anniversary, and if you remind me in advance I’ll even take the day off work.”

“Sounds like a sneaky way to get me to remind you about anniversaries.”

I cringed at the accusation.   “I wasn’t trying to be sneaky.  I’m terrible at that kind of stuff, so yes, please remind me.  It will be appreciated, and I’ll find other nice things to do as well.”

Angela studied me icily for a time, but I could see the grin she was trying to suppress.  “Fine.  My plan for ‘forgotten anniversary’ was pretty much ‘turn you into my panties’ anyway.”

I exhaled with relief.  “Oh, good.  You did have me a little worried there.  I haven’t seen you really angry.”

“Yes you have!  You nearly cost me my job.”

“And you immediately ran out to fix it, and didn’t take it out on me.  Is that seriously the worst you’ve got?”  I looked over at Lena for confirmation.

“We’ve fought a lot, the way siblings do,” Lena admitted.  “And sometimes we both got pretty mean.  You know how kids are.  I can’t remember the last time Zeph... sorry, that Angela deliberately tried to hurt me when we argued.  Even...”  Lena shook her head.  “God, it got bad when I moved out.  I’m still sorry about that.”

Angela sighed softly.  “Me too.”

“How bad?” I asked.  “I need to know.  My ex did some really awful stuff, and I don’t want to spend my life cringing over every little mistake.”

“Moving out and leaving me stuck with Mom and Dad isn’t the same as forgetting an anniversary,” huffed Angela.  “Though I suppose losing my job would have been close.  Even when I was that mad at you, I still loved you.”

Lena awwwed at that, eyes shining.  “Well?” she asked after a moment.

“Oh!  Right.  Yes, I love Angela.  Scary amounts, given it hasn’t quite been six months together.”

“Oh, that’s right!  We’re at the end of October, so... this weekend’s your six month anniversary with Janis and Katya.” 

“Is it really?”  I went back and reviewed the dates.  “Wow.  Yeah, Sunday is the big day.  We’ll be leaving the resort, but we’ll still figure out some way to make it special.”

“Like a proposal?” asked Lena cheekily.

“No.”

Angela shook her head.  “Wow.  That was... absolute.  You’re stuck on the year?  Half a year hasn’t told you enough?”

“I... will think about it.  We have learned a lot about each other in that time.”

Angela snorted.  “What’s left to learn?”

“I don’t know.  I think it’s less about learning, and more about ‘Aieee, how is this even going to work’.  Having a harem.  Hell, being the harem girl some days.”

“Oooh?” asked Lena.  “That sounds interesting.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Katya can sometimes be convinced into Sultan mode, and oh my God is he amazing at it.  I could get lost in it.  Have gotten lost in it, even without Angela’s collar I’d be a willing slave to him.  Or a pet, or a toy.”

“Or a condom,” giggled Angela.

I might have moaned a little at that.  “I don’t think that’s safe.  It’s so tiny, so... disposable.  I’d really want to be thrown out if we keep it up.”

Lena’s eyes were wide as saucers.  “A condom?  And here I thought being a sex toy was wild.”

“Been that too.  It’s divine.  Just let yourself go, don’t fight it, and you’ll have an amazing night with Henrietta.”

Lena glanced at her watch.  “Henry will be home in less than an hour.  And it’s obvious you’re not going to propose today.”

I shook my head.  “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” grumbled Angela.  “Just live with the decision already.”

“Fine.  You were saying, Lena?” I asked, in a blatant attempt to change the subject.

Lena made it clear she was very eager to get home in time to be transformed for her husband, so we headed out of the park, and back to her car.  We beat him home by enough that Lena was pacing and antsy when the door finally opened.  Henry hugged Lena tight when she met him at the door.  “What’s this all about?”

“Lena has something to show you,” I said, and pressed the button.  She dwindled in Henry’s arms from human to a slick blue cylinder.  He managed to keep his grip, though he nearly bobbled it as the change ended.

“What on...  Why?”

“Because she loves being squished by you.  Give her a good squeeze, then maybe try stepping on her a few times for good measure.”

Henry gamely did so, squeezing her in his hand twice, before setting her gently on the floor.  He took off his shoes and gingerly put his foot down on top of her.

“No, seriously, she won’t break.  Put some weight into it.”

Henry rolled his eyes, but did so.  “I don’t think this works for me.”  He picked the toy up again, turning in his hands as if to reassure himself that it hadn’t taken any harm.  He gave it another experimental squeeze.  “The texture is something else, it’s... firmer in the core?”

“Layers of silicone of different densities.  I have a bigger one, but it compresses down to about the same size.  The more important thing is... do you want to give it a try as Henrietta?”

Henry’s eyes went wide at the suggestion.  “Oh!  I...  Do you really think she’d...”

“Yes.  Very much so.  You should probably change into some more comfortable clothes.”

Henry dashed off to their bedroom without another word.  I chuckled after the wind of his passage had died down.  “Think we got the sweet spot?”

“Yup.  Good thing you booked us in the hotel here until tomorrow.”

“You said you wanted time with your sister, and that part worked out pretty well.”

After zapping Henry we let ourselves out, then called a cab to take us back to the hotel.  Once we were inside, I pouted as I realized something.  “Darn it.  My new toy is still in Lena’s trunk.”

Angela smirked.  “I’m sure we can find some other way to pass the time, sexy thing.  You’ve been right next to me all day being all masculine in a feminine body and I haven’t pounced you once!  I’ve been very good.”

I chuckled softly.  “Are you looking for permission to be naughty?  That’s new.”

Angela picked up the box.  “Lena’s toy is scanned in here.  Thing is... I don’t want to turn you into it, I want to use it on you.  So... Janis or Katya?”

“Yes.”

“I like the way you think.”

Angela didn’t quite do what I expected.  Instead of combining the two into one toy, she turned each of them into one, directly from the dress and bra respectively.  When I asked what she was up to she smirked and said that she didn’t want to miss out on the fun.  

At first, I was puzzled by what she meant, as she pushed me to the bed and started to tease me with one of the toys.  I strained to watch when she finally slid it between my legs, marvelling audibly about how it “just vanished” into me.  She smirked at my expression, and told me that if I wanted to see it in action, I could.  I started to speculate about using the box to turn my middle into something more flexible.

Angela snickered how I was still thinking like an engineer, and positioned herself so I could use the other toy on her, and see exactly how well it was working.

It was an oddly languorous way to make love, and deeply intimate.  Doubly so because of who we were using to pleasure each other.  Angela chided me once for thinking too much, and I tried to focus more on the experience than my musings above it.

And then it happened.  I pushed just a little too far, and lost my grip on the toy.  It slipped up inside Angela and vanished.

Angela noticed that I’d stopped moving.  “What’s wrong?”

“Remember how they said these dildos could disappear?  Yours just did.”

Angela purred softly as she contemplated what I’d said.  She touched herself to confirm that the toy was, indeed, out of reach.  “Think you can fish it out?”

I tried, but the damn thing was awfully slippery and I couldn’t get a proper grip.  Angela grumbled about my fumbling and with a flex of her hips sent it shooting back out.  It clipped me on the shoulder and ended up somewhere on the floor.

“Damn.  That was... impressive, and kind of hot.”

Angela smirked.  “Your turn.”  And with a quick shove, she buried the other toy inside of me.  

I yelped, more from the surprise than anything.  It felt very weird to have something inside of me like that, just... sitting there.  I tried flexing the way Angela had done, but it didn’t work.  She tried coaching me through the process but I simply didn’t have enough practice at using the muscles in question, and couldn’t figure out the trick.

Eventually we resorted to using the box to turn the toy into a set of panties, and Angela fished it out with a finger.  Once we were done, we were both exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

Which of course is when my phone rang, with Henrietta urgently asking for us to pop by and restore them...  I asked if it could wait until morning, but Henry had to go to work rather earlier than I wanted to get up.

I left Angela with the toy and panties in our cozy hotel room bed, and ventured out into the cold night once more.  It didn’t take long to get Henry back to his normal shape, and when I restored Lena she thanked me effusively then dragged Henry back to bed.

I chuckled at their antics, then headed back to the hotel.  I found Angela in bed, wearing the panties.  The toy was nowhere to be seen.  It looked like she’d fallen asleep trying to wait up for me, so I covered her with the duvet and snuggled in beside her.