In the morning we had some work to do. Checkout was in a few hours, and Janis was buried inside Angela, while Katya was still her panties. Angela had me use the box to retrieve the toy inside of her, so we were wearing freshly hand-washed matching panties when we finally left the hotel.
We stopped by Lena’s place on the way out, both to visit and to retrieve my shopping from the previous day. She hugged both of us enthusiastically for our help the previous night. She hoped we’d visit again soon, and impulsively I promised that we’d stop by on our way home from the resort. It wasn’t exactly on the route, but it wasn’t even an hour out of our way so I didn’t see a problem with it. Angela seemed surprised at the offer, but was glad she’d get another chance to see her sister.
We had lunch with Lena, as the drive ahead of us was less than an hour, and check-in wasn’t until later in the day. She watched the two of us together avidly, and just before we took our leave she asked again if we were planning to get married.
“I’m not planning to propose just yet,” I answered. “We still haven’t had that talk we need to have between the four of us. Still... it does seem the likely outcome.”
Angela snorted at that. “Always the engineer.”
“To my dying day.”
The resort we’d chosen did not have a beach. Since it was November, a beach would not have been particularly suitable for wearing bikinis. We’d considered a few options while planning the trip. A drive down to the French coast would have taken most of an exhausting day, and we still wouldn’t have found proper bikini weather in doing so. Flying to Mallorca could have worked, except everything was booked solid by Germans fleeing November weather already. I found a ‘tropical resort’ inside Germany itself - someone had converted an old hangar into an indoor resort complete with sandy beaches and palm trees. That was still a six hour drive away, and when I mentioned it Angela pointed out a place she’d gone to several times as a child - a hot spring resort that had built up somewhat over the years and now sported water slides and a large amount of enclosed, warm spaces where a bikini would not be uncomfortable.
What Angela did not mention was that a large chunk of said resort was naturist... I found the idea a little off-putting at first. I’d changed Janis and Katya into my bikini top and bottom, and I fully intended to wear them. But after a while being the only person in the sauna wearing anything at all, I took them off. There was a brief and muted cheer, mostly from Angela, when I did so. The lack of any other reaction led me to slowly unbend about the whole thing, gradually realizing that I now fit in more than I had before. Nobody was staring at us. Well, Anglea was staring at me hungrily, but nobody else was.
When we changed Janis and Katya back that evening for dinner, Janis complained about getting stuffed in a locker. Katya smiled serenely at her. “Where else would a bikini go at a naturist resort?”
Janis grumbled about that, and insisted that it was her “turn to human” the next day. Offering to spend the day as her towel got a big grin out of her, and Katya offered to be the same for Angela.
On the third day there, I splurged on a deluxe package at the resorts’ spa for Angela and myself. After the hot stone massage and mud bath treatments, we were ushered to a well-appointed office where a youngish woman explained that the package we’d selected also included a cosmetic transformation for each of us, and would we like to discuss the sort of modifications we were interested in?
Of course, I was more interested in the technology than the options, though I was plenty interested in those as well. The tech shared my enthusiasm for the new device, which they’d only had for a few months, and was happy to show it off. It was a Siemens arcanoteknic MGD-203, designed for relatively high volume use. She claimed it could be used thirty times a day, as long as it was set for its minimum duration of twenty-four hours. I was tempted to offer a recharge from my own setup, but instead asked how they handled people that wanted to be changed back early.
The device had a ‘reset’ option that used relatively little charge, and she offered to demonstrate it. I agreed, and suggested she show it off on me. Not only did it restore me from female to male, it did the same for the Janis-robe I was wearing at the time.
The sudden appearance of two naked men in her office did not seem to fluster the woman, and she offered us complimentary robes if we wanted them. I took one, but Janis had frozen up and was looking quite out of sorts.
I asked if their device could change Janis’ gender back to her chosen one, and the tech quickly agreed to do so in place of my change. Janis snapped out of her fugue when we asked her to design her ‘new’ body. At my urging, she picked larger breasts and hips than before, and a slight plumpening of the lips. The tech joked about the “full porn star package” but Janis demurred, instead asking for a relatively modest increase to each.
Angela, on the other hand, went full porn star. Her boobs ended up bigger than her head, and her hip to waist ratio was ridiculous. I snickered at the result, it was so far over the top I could do nothing else. Angela tried to chide me for it, but found that her puffy lips and oversized tongue meant that she could barely make herself understood. Once she realized what was going on, she started laughing, and dragged me back to our room.
The bed in the room was big enough for three of us, easily. Angela had put her body through its paces, making love to both me and Janis enthusiastically. Once she’d worn herself out, Janis softly asked if she could have Katya back for a time. “She’d love to see me like this. Angie, too, I bet.”
I chuckled. “I could hardly deny her that. Want to see if Kat is game for a romp?”
“You might end up as a slipper or a toy if we summon Kat.”
I grinned. “Don’t let that stop you.”
Kat took one look at me and said, “Towel.” Janis turned the box on me eagerly, and I spent the rest of the night crumpled up and soaked with various fluids. Once I settled myself into towel-mind, I started to appreciate how lucky I was... and felt even more so when Janis got up in the middle of the night and gave me a lovely hand wash.
In the morning Janis asked to be changed by the box. She didn’t much care what she became, she wanted to do something before the cosmetic transformation from the spa wore off. I tried using the box to turn her into a woman, and it returned her to her usual shape.
I pouted playfully at the sight. “No more enormous boobs.”
“I’m glad to be back to normal, that other shape felt like a costume. Fun, but not really me. You’ll have to make do with Angie’s boobs instead. Where is she?”
I smirked and pointed at the boob-pillow on the bed. “Oooh, nice. Going to leave her like that?”
I nodded. “I’m curious as to what will happen when the cosmetic change runs out this afternoon. So we’ve got the day to ourselves, unless you want more Katya time.”
“Last night was plenty, for both of us,” replied Janis, fanning herself. “Can we go somewhere that’s not clothing-optional today? Wearing a Katya dress is kind of like hugging her all day.”
“Sure. I’ve seen enough of the resort, let’s go check out the town around it.”
Janis smirked. “Had enough casual nudity, too?”
I sighed. “I’m not used to it, okay? And there’s a lot of old folks out there that I’d rather not see nude.”
“Yeah. Though there are enough cuties around to make it fun.”
“As long as I’m female and my arousal doesn’t show too much, I can manage. There’s a definite upside to clothing. Winter weather, for one.”
We bundled up in warm jackets over our dresses and headed out to explore. We found a nice little cafe for our late breakfast, and another for lunch. There was lots of window shopping as we wandered, but I didn’t find anything that called to me. Janis teased me about scanning one of the prettier mannequins that I spent a little too long staring at, and we discussed the cost and merits of buying a mannequin or full-scale silicone doll for a time.
When we returned to the hotel room, we found that Angela’s boobs had returned to their normal size. Also, room service had been through and tidied up the room. They’d perched her on top of the bed’s pillows, and even been so considerate as to leave a spare pillowcase out for her. With an impish grin, I tucked her into the pillowcase and laid her back on the pile of pillows. “Enjoy, love.”
Janis and I ordered room service for dinner. While we were eating, Janis brought up the marriage issue. She was in favour of the plan, even after I explained about my intent to move back home at some point. She had family in the United States, so it would make it easier to visit them. There were some parts of her family she wasn’t keen on seeing, but she did quite want to visit her uncle again and show off everything she’d become.
“Does that include pillow-girl form?” I asked with a smirk.
Janis giggled. “No, that one’s just for us. All four of us.”
“Aye, and that’s the rub. How do you feel about the handfasting idea, separate from the wedding? It’d have to happen first so Katya can participate as something other than a dress.”
“Can she be the cord for the handfasting? That’d be perfect,” enthused Janis.
“I... eh, we might as well begin as we mean to go on. Are you okay with the plan?”
“Wedding night lingerie? Yes please.”
“And the rest. We’d all live together as now, though likely in a somewhat bigger house. And there’d be kids someday, from... I don’t know what combinations of the four of us. Maybe several different ones. You might get asked to spend more time human to help with them. Depends on the sort of job I can get, whether or not Angela finds work, and so on.”
Janis grinned at the mention of kids. “I think I can manage being a full time mother.”
“We’d help out too, and you could have some downtime on the weekends as a dress or something.”
“I could be a stuffed toy!”
I grinned at her enthusiasm. “Anything that’ll make you that happy.”
Janis waggled her eyebrows. “Maybe I can play with a different kind of stuffed toy. Where’d your new toy go?”
I confessed I’d entirely forgotten about it and dug it out of my suitcase, still wrapped in the brown paper from the store. Janis opened it curiously then her eyes widened. “It’s huge!”
“It shrinks almost like magic.” I demonstrated by squeezing it.
“Imagine if it really was magic, and made you stretchy instead of shrinking...”
“Oooh. I wonder if Siemens is working on stuff like that.”
“You should ask them,” Janis said encouragingly. “You had lots of questions about the device at the resort.”
“I mean, our toy can already do so much, but to be able to design... yeek!” Janis distracted me from my design reverie by pulling down my panties. “What are you...”
“Show me how it works. I want to see you take this bad boy.”
I nodded eagerly, and flopped inelegantly onto the bed as she pushed me toward it. I spread my legs, and tried to watch as she lined the toy up. It took a little fiddling and a bit of assistance to get the tip in, but once it went in, oh! It felt bizarre and wonderful. Janis exclaimed with wonder at the sight of it vanishing into me, and I craned my neck to try to watch, but couldn’t quite manage.
Janis paused, and wondered how we could arrange so that I could see. I suggested turning my middle into a duvet so she could fold me over, and she did so. It strained her arms to both prop me up so I could see (since I’d lost my arms to the change), and play with me, and before long I told her I’d seen enough, and to keep going. She did so on both fronts, turning all but my hips into the duvet then continuing to piston the toy through several mind shattering orgasms.
Once she stopped, I felt the rest of myself melt away into fabric. I distantly heard Katya’s voice join with Janis’, then felt both of them atop of me, and it was lovely...
Once they’d fallen asleep, I came back to myself, at least partially. The idea of a stretchy toy mingled with other thoughts, about watching things shrink as they went inside... One that could split the difference, or perhaps slide between both extremes would be so much fun. I fell asleep dreaming of ways to make it work.
*** *** ***
Katya was the only human in the room when she woke me by changing me into a woman. She smiled. “My turn.”
“We have to pack up and get ready to go...” I looked around, and saw that our bags were already packed. “Janis’ work?”
“Both of us. We’re good to check out, and head back home.”
I helped carry the bags to the car, then we handed in the key and headed for the Autobahn. We were twenty minutes down the road before I remembered that I’d last seen Angela as a pillow, and asked Katya if we’d packed her.
Katya giggled, and told me that Angela was her panties. Then she offered to trade them for mine. I figured that would be far too distracting while driving. After the silence of the road had enveloped us for a time, I asked what she thought of the wedding plans.
Katya gushed enthusiastically about the idea of being a wedding dress, and confirmed that she absolutely wanted to be on display for as long as I’d allow it. I asked her why my permission mattered, and she conceded that Janis would miss her. I told her that we’d all miss her, but she’d be on proud display and we’d know that she was happy. We would probably worry about her a little, too. I asked if it would be okay to change her back briefly now and then to check in on her, but she refused the idea. She wanted the full year, no breaks or interruptions.
I would have argued more forcefully against it, but the autobahn required much of my attention. She gushed about it for long enough after I agreed that I no longer had any doubts about the depth of her desire for it. She knew what she would be getting into, and made it clear that keeping her as a dress for more than the year was perfectly acceptable too...
When we got back home, I had to do several runs to get all our luggage hauled up to the apartment. I used the box to change myself male for the second and third run, making the job much easier. I joked to Katya that the only thing I missed about being male was the muscles.
She looked me over with a critical eye. “You don’t miss the sex?”
“Both ways are great. I’ll admit that one pussy and one cock does seem to be the most fun, whoever has them.”
“Y’know, we’ve talked about tearing a hole in a pair of panties and just going at it, but we’ve never actually done it...” Katya’s expression was positively impish. “Think Angela would mind?”
“Nope. Though panties are pretty tough to tear. And you probably don’t want scissors near your lady bits.”
Katya snickered at my euphemism. “Yeah, fair. Good thing I’m wearing her as a thong, then. Just shove her out of the way.” She slithered out of her dress and sashayed toward the bedroom wearing only a bra and the aforementioned thong.
I was a little tired from the trip, so the sex that followed wasn’t my best performance. I managed to get Katya off, but went soft before managing the same myself. She offered to swap roles, an offer which I eagerly accepted. That was way more fun for both of us.
Afterward as we were cuddled together in the bed, Katya found it amusing that I was a better lover as a girl than as a guy. “You need to learn to really lean in on the masculinity. So much more fun that way.”
I chuckled ruefully. “How is it I’m getting lessons on how to be a guy from you?”
“Because I’m shameless and I know what I want. And right now I want to turn you into a fucktoy and do it all again.”
“I’m on board with this plan.”
Kat frowned at me playfully. “Nope. Not feeling it. Beg.”
“Oh please oh please take away my limbs and head and treat me like a tool for your pleasure.”
Kat contemplated me with a smirk teasing over his lips. “Good, but you can do better.”
I knelt before her, and repeated my request as fervently as I could manage.
“That’ll do.” And in moments, that’s exactly what I was. It was amazing.
Somewhat later I found myself human once more, and female. Katya was back to female as well. “Your turn. Make me something amazing.”
I looked around for inspiration, then grinned at a thought. “Prepare to have your mind blown if this works. If not... well, it should at least be interesting.”
I scanned my unopened suitcase into the box, then returned to the bedroom. “Ready?”
Katya nodded eagerly. And a moment later, she looked exactly like my luggage. I cautiously zipped her open to find the contents matched my case. Dresses, a bikini, several pairs of shirts and pants. Even my toothbrush. I gave the bristles of that a quick flick, wondering what she could feel. I got dressed from the case, and danced around the apartment for a time. Then I stripped, changed myself male, and put on one of my boring outfits.
After unpacking the real luggage and starting the first of several loads of laundry, I returned to the bedroom, piled everything but what I was wearing back into the suitcase, and turned it back into Katya. In the process, the clothes I was wearing vanished. “Huh. Comprehensive...”
“What was comprehensive?” asked Katya.
“I was wearing bits of you when I restored you, and it all worked out. Could you feel all of it?”
Katya nodded. “Not especially well, though. I could feel your hands on the suitcase, but the rest... not as much. I think you were wearing my intestines.”
“Ew! So... not a good experiment?”
“It was different. But I’d rather be one dress instead of a whole bunch of them.”
“Pity. I’d hoped to be able to turn someone into a whole outfit, like Angela’s sister wore.”
“There are three of us. Dress and heels, or dress, pantyhose and ... mmm, make Angela the purse.”
I giggled. “A purse? I suppose I could use a cute purse to match my favourite red dress.”
Katya blushed and smiled shyly. “Please? I’ve humaned plenty today. Dress time.”
So of course I turned her into that lovely red dress, and hung it up in the display wardrobe.
Since it was still the six month anniversary of meeting Janis, I restored her next. Took two tries, as I’d expected her to be the dress Katya had been wearing. Instead she was the bra. “Did you have fun?”
Janis grinned loopily. “Oh yeah. Being a bra for sex rocks. The only way to improve on it would be for you to have had boobs as well.”
I gestured to my boobs. She gestured to my hips. I smirked, changed into my favourite shape, and we headed back into the bedroom. I took Katya’s admonition to mind, and despite being half-female I leaned into being as masculine and forceful as Kat had been with me. Janis made such lovely noises when I did that it drove me wild...
Much later, Janis woke at my side. “That was wild. What got into you?”
“Lessons in masculinity from Kat.”
Janis grinned. “That’ll do it. Thanks, love.”