“Oh, hey hon, didn’t see you there.”

“What are those in your hand?” demanded Lucy.

Dan tucked the shoes behind his back.  “What shoes?”

“Seriously, do you think I’m blind?  Why do you have a pair of sexy black stiletto heels?  I don’t own any like that.  They look like the pair my bestie Jennifer always wears.  Are you seeing her behind my back?”

“Not in any way you’d...  No.”

Lucy glared at her husband.  “That’s not what I want to hear.  Are you having an affair with her?”

“Absolutely not.”

“With anyone?”

“No!” he protested immediately.  “Why would you even think that?”

“Those shoes.”

Dan sighed, and put the shoes back in their box, then tucked the box away in the closet.  “Can you just leave it alone?  I got them from my great-uncle, and they’re special.”

“Your great-uncle the sorcerer?  Does that mean they’re magic?”

“Please.  Just... don’t wear those shoes, okay?  Harass me about whatever you want, accuse me of anything you like, but leave the shoes alone.  Sorcerous stuff can cause issues for non-sorcerers, you know that, right?  You’ve been bitten by a few of my own projects.”

Lucy smirked.  “I still swear you left that loop out on purpose so that I’d turn myself into a doll.  Why didn’t we keep that toy, anyway?”

“Contract work for one of the local stores, they wanted mannequins, not dolls.  And fewer side effects.”

“Please tell me you didn’t get rid of how good it felt...”

Dan chuckled softly.  “Ah, no.  They did ask to have it dialed down just a touch, so as not to be quite so addictive.  A couple of the girls decided they’d rather be mannequins instead of people, such a bother to fix it.  One of them absolutely refused to go back, she’s still in the store.”

“Was she happy?”

“Oh, she was so mad at me for changing her back, you have no idea.  She loved it.  I’ll check back on her in another year or two, just to make sure.”

“Good.”  Lucy nodded and turned away from the closet, but not without one last longing look.

“Leave it.  Please?  I’m working on something that will be significantly more fun than a pair of old shoes.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him.  “It better be.”

Dan knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, but gave her his best smile anyway.  “It is.”

“Can I see it now?” wheedled Lucy.

“Ah... not just yet.  I’m still getting the duration sorted out, it’s being... sticky.”

“Hmf.”

*** *** ***

To Lucy’s credit, it took over a week before her curiosity got the best of her.  Dan heard her shout from the bedroom, and rushed to see what had happened.  Standing in front of the mirror was a woman wearing the black stilettoes he’d asked her not to wear.  That woman did not resemble his wife.  She was wearing only panties and a bra that looked two sizes too small.

“Why did they turn me into Jennifer?” Lucy demanded as she loosened her bra-straps.

Dan winced.  “They turn whoever wears them into that woman.”

“Why did your great-uncle make shoes that made someone look like my friend?  Were you spying on us...”  She frowned.  “No, that doesn’t make sense.  What’s going on?”

“I told you not to wear them,” Dan said with a sigh.  

“I don’t understand.”

“They weren’t made as a copy of anyone.  Did you ever see Jennifer not wearing those shoes?”

Lucy’s eyes went wide.  “No!  Jennifer isn’t... real?  But she’s my best friend!  God, the things I told her.  She helped the two of us get together!  And when we were fighting that one time...  Who wore the shoes?”

“I did.  You never saw the two of us together.  Even this last meet-up, it was when I was out of town...”

“Holy... how?  Why?”

Dan shrugged.  “I came home a day earlier than I said, put the shoes on, and met you at the bar.  You missed her, and I... honestly, hanging out with you as Jennifer was amazing.”

Lucy kicked the shoes off, and within seconds her body had flowed back to its normal shape.  “Fine.  Show me.”  She tightened her bra once more.

Dan shucked out of his shirt then dropped his pants and underwear.

“Why are you stripping?”

“The shoes don’t adjust your clothes.  Mine would become uncomfortable.”  Dan slipped his feet into the shoes.  They went in easily, despite the shoes being obviously too small.  The change rippled swiftly up his legs, slimming and shortening them before moving much of the lost mass to round out his bottom.  He groaned briefly as the change inverted his groin, then passed over his torso.  The blossoming of his breasts caused a softer moan, in a voice already changing to Jennifer’s.  Jennifer’s distinctive long blonde hair flowed from her scalp, and then the changes were done.  “There.  Now do you believe me?”

“Why?  Why did you... no wait.  When?  If you’ve been Jennifer all along, you’ve been doing this for years.”

“Yup.”

“Doesn’t it feel weird?”

Dan shrugged.  “I grew up in a sorcerous family.  We’d have these big family reunions where all kinds of magic would be at play.  One summer I asked to stay as a girl when it was time to go home.  Spent two years like that, then asked to change back.  I had trouble figuring out what I really wanted to be, so my great-uncle made me these shoes.  That way I could live in both worlds.”

“So you’d spend... what, half your time female if you could?”

“About a quarter.  One week a month would be perfect.”

Lucy licked her lips and nodded.  “Okay.   As long as I get nights out with my bestie out of this deal, I can live with this.”  She sighed softly as she studied her husband’s curves.  “Damn.  I wish I was bi.”

“I can arrange for that.”

“Excuse me?”  Lucy looked halfway between incensed and avidly curious, and curious was winning.

“I inherited another magic item from my great-uncle when he passed last month.  I’ve mostly sorted out how to use it safely.”  Dan pulled a robe out of his side of the closet.  It was a deep green that suited his male form, but on Jennifer’s body it looked gorgeous.  She slipped it on, then asked her wife to follow her to her study.

Lucy paced behind the woman she’d known for much of her adult life, and yet who she barely knew at all.  “Jennifer never said anything about a sorcerous family.”

“Yes, well.  I was trying to be someone... different.”

“Augh.  You sound so much like her.  This isn’t fair.”

Jennifer snickered at her.  “Life isn’t fair, princess.  But I can help balance things out.”  She pulled a feather quill pen out of her writing desk.  “Tada!”

Lucy studied it.  It was larger and more ornate than any quill pen she’d ever seen, almost two feet long and midnight black with a lustrous shimmer that pulsed in slow waves from the gold nib.  “Is it magically ticklish?”

Jennifer shook her head.  “It’s a magic pen.  I can demonstrate if you hold out your arm.”

Lucy did so, eyes shining.  She watched as Jennifer wrote “Mute” on her arm.  The ink sparkled with an obviously magical glow before fading to gold.  She then tried to speak, and found she couldn’t.  She patted where her lips had been, finding a blank spot.  She glared at her husband imperiously, eyes flashing.

Jennifer giggled.  “Believe me now?”

Lucy nodded slowly, then tapped on the word written on her forearm.  Jennifer stroked a line through it, and the ink sparkled and vanished.  Lucy sucked in a deep breath.  “Wow.  Can it do anything you can write down?”

“I believe so.  So if I wrote ‘Lesbian for Jennifer’ on your arm...”

“Holy carp... do you really think that would work?”

“Yes.  Shall I?”  Jennifer reached out with the pen.

Lucy stared at it, breathing heavily, then nodded.  “Do it.”

Jennifer wrote on Lucy’s arm in flowing script.  “There.  I gave it as little power as I could.  It should fade on its own in a few hours.”

Lucy was staring at her openly.  “Wow.  Just...  Wow.  I knew you were sexy, but this puts it in a whole new light.”  She strode closer to her wife... husband... ah, she didn’t care what, she just wanted to kiss those luscious lips.

The kissing led to fondling, and then Lucy started tugging Jennifer toward the bedroom.  Jennifer grabbed the frame of the door before they could get out of the study, and broke from the kiss reluctantly.  “God, I’d love to do this but... you’re not in your right mind.  We should let it fade, let you down slowly.”

Lucy whined piteously.  “I don’t care.  I promise I won’t hate you later.”

Jennifer hesitated, and in that moment was lost.  Lucy pressed more kisses and drew her along to the bedroom.  Along the way, Jennifer lost her robe and Lucy discarded her bra and panties.

*** *** ***

Some hours later, Jennifer woke with a sigh.  She wiggled her toes to make sure the shoes were still on.  Fortunately they did not come off without conscious effort, and hadn’t been displaced by her wife’s very vigorous lovemaking...  She frowned at that thought, and rolled to look at her wife.  Lucy was staring at her, eyes dark with thought.

“Did it wear off?” Jennifer asked worriedly.

Lucy held up her arm.  The writing had vanished.  “About half an hour ago.”

“How much do you hate me?”

Lucy laughed.  “I love you so, so much.”  She snuggled closer and planted a chaste kiss on her wife’s cheek.  “And I have so, so much to think about.”

“Mmm?”

“Like, I am nowhere near as straight as I thought.  I want to do that again.  Maybe without the shoes getting in the way?”

“With or without the sexuality tweak?”

“Mmm... with, this time.  A few more escapades like that and I’ll stop caring about you being a sexy woman instead of a sexy man.”

“So you’re not there yet?  How do you feel?”

“Confused.  Horny.  Turned on by your presence.  Go get the pen.”

“Yes’m.”

Jennifer returned a minute later with the pen, and without her shoes.  She showed where the word ‘Jennifer’ was shining bright on her arm.

“Oooh, clever girl.  How long will that last?”

“All weekend.  I could nudge more power at it to make it last longer.”

“Or take it away and change back?”

Jennifer nodded.  “If something came up and I couldn’t get to the pen to remove it, yeah.”

“Same with words on me?”

“Yep.”

Lucy held out her arm.  “Hit it.”

Jennifer brought the pen to touch her wife’s arm, then hesitated.  “Just the sexuality?”

“Okay, and whatever mischief I see in your eyes.”

Jennifer wrote ‘Eager bisexual with big boobs’.  Lucy laughed as it took hold, and even more as her breasts flowered to become even larger than Jennifer’s double Ds.

“Wow.  You really are still a man in there.”

“Breasts are amazing.  And you’ve told Jennifer you wished yours were bigger more times than I can count, so this isn’t all on me.”

“Can I add some words to you?”

Jennifer shook her head.  “Pen only works for me.  In your hands it would just be a fancy pen that never runs out of ink.”

“Okay.  Write ‘obeys Lucy’ after your name.”

Jennifer’s breath caught.  “Oh!”  She licked her lips.  “For a day.  No more.”

Lucy’s lips curved into a smile that promised all the wonders of the world.  “Please?”

Jennifer didn’t hesitate, but she did shudder after the last word was written.  “Oh, wow.  That’s intense.”

“Will you do anything I say?”

“Yes,” breathed Jennifer.

“Call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jennifer without hesitation.

“Empower that writing so it’ll last a week.”

Jennifer’s eyes went wide.  “You minx!  Mistress is very clever.”  The words on her arm glowed more brightly for a moment.  “It is done.  I am yours for the week.”

Lucy studied her wife’s expression carefully.  “You can see ways out of it.  Tell me what they are.”

“I could disempower the words, or use the pen.”

“Good points.  I order you not to disempower the words on you, or to use the pen to cancel them.  Any other loopholes?”

Jennifer pondered a moment.  “If I muted you, I could wait it out.”

“Very good.  You may only use the pen when I order you to, and only to do what I tell you to do.  Does that cover it?”

“No, I have three prototypes that could be used to stop you.”

“You can’t use those on me.  What else?”

“Rope.  Running away.”

“No bondage without my consent, and you can’t leave the house without me.  There.”

“Mistress is very thorough.  What would Mistress like me to do?”

“Kiss me.”

*** *** ***

“Can the pen turn me into a man?” asked Lucy the next day.

“Of course.  It can turn you into anything you can name.  A man or a mannequin, a balloon or a ball-gown.”

Lucy’s expression grew impish.  “What would you most like to do to me with the pen?”

Jennifer pondered that for a time.  “Clone you, turn one of you into a man, and make love to both of you...”

“Do it!” interjected Lucy.

“Then turn you into a condom and use you,” continued Jennifer.

“Uh...”  But the pen was already on Lucy’s flesh, writing out the fantasy.  In moments she was staring into the eyes of her male alter ego, and the kisses stole her breath, her thoughts... and then after a delicious three-way session, her very shape.  As she crumpled onto the bed, dwindling to a slip of latex, she wondered idly if Jennifer had planned her escape, or even figured out some way to rescue her...

Thick fingers picked her up, and started to unroll her where she belonged.  Thoughts disappeared under an onslaught of sensation, and then Lucy was no more.

Jennifer smirked at the little bundle of tied-off latex in Larry’s hands.  “What shall we do with her now?  I have no orders to obey, and can’t use the pen without orders.”

“Can I give you orders?”

“You’re not Lucy.”

“Well.  This is an impasse.  Is she stuck?”

“Not yet.”

Larry stared at Jennifer.  “Explain.”

“She will change back in a few days.  But I may empower or disempower words on her.  I could revert her now, or extend the duration.”

“Do that.”

The condom glowed and lifted into the air, then settled back into Larry’s palm.  “Done.”

“Why isn’t she changing back?”

“Oh, I thought you meant the second one.  I extended her change to last a week.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“On the plus side, that means you get to stay...”

Larry glanced down at the condom.  “The durations are intertwined?”

“Inseparably, once the words were caught up in her transformation.”

Larry set the condom aside.  “Well.  You’re also stuck like this for the week?”

Jennifer grinned up at him and nodded.  “And you’ll be around for at least that long.  Let’s make good use of it.”

*** *** ***

Lucy gasped as her body reformed, then patted down her body.  “Oh good, I’m a woman again.”

“How much do you remember of Larry?”

Lucy rolled to face her husband.  “Everything.  You really get into being her.  Had enough Jennifer time?”

Dan smiled giddily.  “Oh, yeah.  That was fantastic.  I’m probably set for months.”

“Aww.”

Dan raised an eyebrow.  He waited for Lucy to explain, but she looked away instead.  “Aww?”

“I’m super jealous of Larry, okay?  I may have the memories, but it wasn’t me in control.”

“Ah.  I need to atone, somehow.”

“You need to atone for a lot of things, bucko.  Like hiding the fact you were Jennifer.”

“Ah.  I figured I’d need to atone more for leaving you as a condom for two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” asked Lucy.  “I thought you were only stuck for one.”

Dan sighed.  “You know how I get when I’m working on a project.”

Lucy grumbled softly.  “I... two weeks?  I was halfway to being a condom forever?”

“Was it so bad?”

Lucy shuddered and shook her head.  “There wasn’t much person left after you used me.  It felt right to be tossed aside, and after that I just sort of... slowly and softly vanished away.  I wouldn’t have minded.”

“And now?”

“You already know, don’t you?  What it’s like to be an object.  Those sorcerous family reunions.”

“I spent two weeks as a bra before deciding I wanted to live as a girl.  It was... intensely feminine.”

Lucy snickered.  “I can imagine.  Being a condom wasn’t quite like that, but between that and vicariously experiencing Larry’s time with Jennifer...”

“So you’d like to be able to turn yourself into a man whenever you want?” asked Dan with a knowing grin.

“Yeah!  Not for weeks like you with Jennifer, but it’d be cool if I could ... wait.  You have something?  Something I can use, rather than having to ask you?”

Dan’s grin broadened and he led Lucy to his study.  The writing-desk was open, and Dan gestured to it grandly.  Lucy tentatively stepped closer to it, as Dan had been very protective of it in the past.  His smile encouraged her to take the last step and study the sticky notes laid out all over the writing surface.  Most had a single word on them, a few had short phrases.  “I don’t get it.”

“The words don’t last long on post-its.  But I’ve enchanted the desk itself so that it empowers them, and keeps them charged for a one-day change.”

Lucy found the one that said Larry, picked it up, and stuck it to her chest.  Magic flowed around her, and rewrote her body into a form that her memories said was almost as familiar as her own.  She patted herself down, grinning.  “It worked!  So cool.  Wait, I see Jennifer... does this work on you, too?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.  My.  God.  You’ve made it so I can change you?  Whenever I want?”  Lucy grabbed the Jennifer note before Dan could answer, and slapped it to his chest.  Her bestie’s body replaced her husband’s and she grinned like mad.  “This is fantastic!  What else do we have here...”

Lucy raised an eyebrow at one of the notes.  “‘Become a bra only while touching breasts’?  Someone has a fairly specific fantasy.  Does that sort of conditional change work?”

“It does, though I haven’t tested that specific one yet.  And now you don’t have boobs for me to test it on...”

Lucy peeled the post-it off her chest, but she didn’t change back.  While the word was still written there, the sparkle had faded.  “Oh, they’re single use...  How do I change back?”

“The magic discharges once the note is applied... but if you stick it to the desk it will recharge.”

Lucy stuck the Larry note to the desk, and Dan did the same with the Jennifer note.  “There are a couple of Restore notes in that corner if you want to change back when I’m not around.  Or I can just withdraw power from the effect...”  He demonstrated by turning himself male once more.

Lucy used one of the Restore notes to go back to her female body, giggling madly as she did so.  “I can turn back and forth whenever I want!  This is so cool.”  Then she got an impish grin and picked up the “turn into a bra” note, and offered it to her husband.  “You want to go back to your roots, I take it?”

Dan stared at the note, trying and failing to hide the hungry gleam in his eye.  Lucy grinned and stuck the note to his chest.  “Huh.  Nothing obvious has changed.  Let’s see how this works...”  She snuggled up against Dan, and the moment her bare breast brushed against his body he started to dwindle.  So rapidly, in fact, that he ended up on a heap on the floor, fabric quickly returning to flesh.

“Oops,” giggled Lucy.   “I see I need to consider technique.”  She knelt next to her husband, then leaned down, her breasts dangling below her as she lowered herself toward him.  Dan stared up at them in wonder, grinning hugely... and then vanished away into fabric once more.  This time Lucy made sure to keep her breasts in contact with the new bra, and carefully slipped it into place.  Once it was snug around her chest she stood up, and tried a few quick bounces on the balls of her feet to see how it would hold up.  Very well indeed.

“I think this calls for a celebration.  Pity my bestie isn’t here to go out with me...”  Lucy looked over the notes, and then grinned.  “I wonder...”  She picked up “Clone” and stuck it to the bra.  A second bra appeared next to her, then fell to the ground.

“Hmf.  I’d figured you’d turned back.  I guess the spell didn’t copy over.”  Lucy picked up the Jennifer note, and touched it to the bra, which soon was human once more.  “There!  Time to hit the bar.”

Jennifer grinned at her.  “While you’re wearing the original me.  Nice.  Party time!”

Lucy eyed her bestie.  “How much Dan is in there?  You don’t sound much like him.”

“Less than usual.  He was distracted by your boobs when you cloned me.”

Lucy giggled.  “Oooh.  So I get to know the real Jennifer?”

“The magically created clone of Jennifer, anyway.”

“Good enough.  Party time!”

*** *** ***

Their dancing at the bar drew plenty of attention.  They danced and flirted, but they both knew who they were going home with.  By the time they’d returned home, Lucy had forgotten that she was wearing her husband, and squeaked with surprise when he reappeared in the middle of their lovemaking.  Before he could get oriented, Jennifer shoved him against Lucy’s chest and made sure that he stayed strapped on for the rest of the night.

In the morning, Lucy was a little surprised that she was wearing a bra, and more surprised that her husband hadn’t changed himself back early.  She wanted to take a shower, so she sighed and slipped her bra off.  Dan reformed rapidly, and carefully leaned in to kiss her without touching her breasts.  “Thanks.”

“Couldn’t you have changed yourself back at any point?”

Dan grinned at her.  “Not what I was thanking you for.  And why would I want to change back?  Being your bra was amazing.”

“But you could have changed back,” insisted Lucy.

Dan nodded.  “No chance of getting stuck.”

“Could you add a sticky note that would make you forget about sorcery?”

“That is possible, yes.”

Lucy grinned.  “Cool.  Set it up while I shower.”

Dan headed for the kitchen first, and found Jennifer there.  “Oh.  I... this is weird.”

His female self sighed.  “Yeah.  Too weird?”

“I have a high threshold for sorcerous strangeness.  It’s good.  You and Lucy had a great time together, and being part of that was fun.”

“I don’t want this to end.  Is that fair?”

“Fair to who?  I could still be a woman now and then.  Or a bra...”  He stared off into the distance for a while, smiling at the memories.

“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Jennifer after a long silence.

“Working on it.  I need some feminine time every month, but bras are really feminine, right?”

“Yes.  But feminine enough?”

“That’s the big question.”

“What’s the big question?” asked Lucy as she entered the kitchen, hair wrapped in a towel.

“How much bra time do I need?” summarized Dan.

Lucy grinned.  “Lots and lots, I hope?”

Dan laughed.  “Why would you hope that?”

“Because that means more time with my bestie.  It felt good when I wore you during sex, right?”

Dan nodded eagerly.  Lucy prowled closer, and walked her fingers up his arm.  “So more of that would be good, yes?”  She nuzzled in closer then laughed as Dan suddenly deflated into fabric when her breasts touched him.  This time she reacted quickly enough to keep him against her chest.  “Another round?” she asked Jennifer with a wink.

They made love in the kitchen, ate, giggled, moved on to other rooms.  They were tangled together in the hallway when Lucy’s bra wriggled off her body and reformed into Dan.  A moment later, Jennifer vanished.

“Aww...” pouted Lucy.  “Did you have to make the time limit so short?”

“That was the hard part,” replied Dan.  “The quill is designed to make permanent changes.  Great for crafting, not so much for playing sorcerous games.  It took a lot of practice to get to the point where I could make short term changes with it.”

“So you could make Jennifer permanent?”

“I don’t want to be Jennifer all the time,” Dan replied.

Lucy shook her head.  “No, clone-Jennifer, like today.  I could have my bestie around always!”

“Creating new life?” asked Dan.  “That’s...”  He paused as he saw Lucy making sad eyes at him.  Inside his head, Jennifer did the same.  “Fine.  What is sorcery for, if not upending the rules.”  He followed Lucy to his study, and didn’t protest when she picked up notes for Clone and Jennifer.  Soon Jennifer was standing in front of them once more.

“How do you feel?” asked Lucy worriedly.  “Do you remember the last day?”

“The usual for me.  I have his memories of my memories.”

Lucy shot a pained look at Dan.  “You can’t keep doing this to her.  You can make it so she doesn’t vanish.”

“Um...” Jennifer looked less than enthused.  “I’m still Dan, under this.  After a week or two I’ll want to turn back into a guy.”

“That can be arranged,” noted Dan.  “If we trade off, Lucy gets her bestie two weeks per month.”

“Not good enough,” Lucy whined.  “You owe me better than that, buster.  After all this?  You made me think Jennifer had left me, once we got married.  I didn’t see her for months, and then only rarely.  I need a full time Jennifer.  Can’t you write a note or something?”

Jennifer held up her hands.  “I don’t know about this.  Deleting the part of me that wants to be male feels like it’d erase something essential.”

“He turned me bi and it didn’t break anything.  I barely felt it.”

“You already were bi, you just weren’t ready to admit it,” replied Jennifer.  “I’ve spent most of my life male.”

“What about if we just... nudge a bit?” suggested Dan.  “Don’t take away liking being male, but balance it out so you’re happy spending more time female.  I could spend a week a month as Jennifer while you’re Dan.”

“That doesn’t seem quite fair.  Half and half,” replied Jennifer.  “Nudge us both into balance.”

Dan stared down at the table for a while.  “I’m not entirely sure how to do that and make it stick.  It’d require so much tinkering.  How about something simpler?  A note that says ‘I like being what I am’.  Hardly needed now, but in a week, using it a couple of times might help?”

“Oooh,” interrupted Lucy with a grin.  “We could stick it on you while you’re a bra.  Can you make it so you’d love being the bra so much you’d want to stay that way?”

“Can I?  Yes.  Will I?  No.  I’d probably end up supercharging the changes and I’d never be human again.  I can make ‘like’ strong enough that I won't willingly change back.  Solves your ‘forget about sorcery’ issue, too.”

“Oooh.  So if I reapplied it every day, you’d stay as a bra?”

“That could work...”

Lucy eyed him as if she could tell he had some kind of backup plan.  She didn’t challenge him on it, and instead said, “Write the note.  Jennifer, do you think that’ll do?”

Jennifer watched Dan write with her breath held, then exhaled once the note was ready.  “Probably.  I guess we’ll find out.  And if we can’t give you full time Jennifer, maybe we can find something fun to distract you when I’m feeling womaned out.”

“Like?”

Jennifer touched the note that said ‘onahole’.  “Something like this?  I’d make sure you won’t get bored.”

Lucy stared at Jennifer open mouthed.  “You’d turn me into a sex toy?”

“Didn’t you see that note when you first looked them over?  There’s a bunch of toys there.  We could keep you well occupied.  I’d probably enjoy being a vibrator for your onahole... we could lose days that way.”

“I’m liking this plan,” said Dan.  “It’d give me some peace and quiet to get some work done.”

Lucy started laughing.  “You are such a guy.  You’d work while your wife is a sexy toy?”

“Oh, I’d definitely use you in the morning.  But realistically, not more than three times a day.  That leaves a lot of time to work.”

“What work?” asked Jennifer.  “You cleared out your commissions and told your agent to forward new requests to your cousin.”

“You did?” asked Lucy.  “Why?”

“The quill.  I was able to finish everything up in a fraction of the time the projects would usually take.  Ben needs the boost, and I want to find something bigger to do.  I need to find people who want super elaborate custom jobs.  It’ll take longer between jobs, but pay way more.”

“So... no work right now?” asked Lucy with a grin.  “Innnteresting.”

Jennifer eyed Lucy.  “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’m in.”

“It would need you to be permanent first,” wheedled Lucy.

“I see.  Fine, I’ll stay on.  Under the condition that I get downtime from being a girl when I need it.”

Dan pulled out the quill and gestured for Jennifer to come closer.  He wrote “Jennifer” across the tops of her breasts, and it shimmered brightly then vanished.

Jennifer stared down at where the ink had been.  “So... that’s it?  I’m a real boy now?”

“Girl,” corrected Lucy.

“Boy if I want to be,” retorted Jennifer.  “But to simplify things, call me Jen while I’m male.”

“Hm.  So do I need to invent Danielle when I next want to be a girl?” mused Dan.  “I think I could work with that.  I could be someone new!”

Lucy frowned as she considered that.  “But I want Jennifer.  How much of her personality would you be giving up?”

Dan shrugged.  “Not much, realistically.  Maybe not trying quite so hard to be someone else.”

“Can I get you to be Jennifer when Jen’s busy being a boy or a dildo?”

“Oooh, that’d rack up masculinity quickly,” purred Jennifer.  “Especially a double ended one for both of you to use at the same time...”

“Between the two of you, I suspect I won’t be getting much work done...” Dan replied, though he was grinning at the thought.

“Will that be a problem?” Lucy asked.  “How are we set for money?”

Dan shrugged.  “Got some bonuses for early completion, and we’ve got lots squirreled away for a rainy day.”

“Just one rainy day?” asked Lucy, more intently.  “How long are we actually set for?”

Dan eyed her.  “Pretty much indefinitely.  House is paid for, investment income covers expenses and then some.”

Lucy picked up two notes.  Bra and the new note that said “I like being what I am”.  She advanced on Dan slowly, her grin growing as she watched his avid reaction.  “So if I keep reapplying these...”

“It would never occur to me to even try to change back.”  Dan replied.  “You’d prefer a bra to a husband?”

“With my bestie around, and that lesbian note I see?  I certainly aim to find out.”

Dan’s grin grew a little wider.  “What are you waiting for, then?”

“For you to tell me why this is a terrible idea.  Or why you’re grinning instead of cowering.”

Dan chuckled warmly.  “It isn’t.  I loved being your bra.  Enough that the second note won’t matter at all.”  He reached out and pressed the back of his hand against the ‘Bra’ note, then crumpled to the floor as a tangle of fabric.

Jennifer exhaled sharply to see it.  “Wow.  You really did it.  Going to use the other note anyway?”

Lucy stuck the second note to the bra, then set both back on the writing desk to recharge.  “I don’t want to be interrupted.”  She slipped the bra on, then snuggled up against Jennifer.  “Ready?”

“Aren’t you missing the lesbian note?”

Lucy shrugged.  “You were right.  I don’t need it.”  She turned to kiss her sweetie on her lips, and soon after they headed for the bedroom, hand in hand.

*** *** ***

Lucy stared at the writing desk.  “Why is it closed?  What happened?”

Jennifer lounged in the doorway of Dan’s office, looking amused.  “Dan added a safety feature.  If he doesn’t do a specific little bit of sorcery for two weeks in a row, it closes.”

Lucy whirled on her sweetie.  “You knew!  Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you were having the time of your life turning him into your bra, then your panties, then a dildo and back into the bra he’s been for the past week.  Were you even thinking of him any more?”

“Uh...”  Lucy slumped and shook her head.  “No.  I was just... this has been amazing.  Are you tired of being Jennifer, is that it?”

“With you around, and making love to me multiple times a day?  Honestly, I’m no longer sure I can get tired of this.  It’d take months, maybe years.  Especially with the double dildo, can we try that one again?”

“No, because the note is inside the writing desk, and I can’t open it.  Hey, what are these notes on the outside?”

“I moved a few of the restore notes to see if they’d work.  It’s the same piece of wood, just a different surface.”

“And?”

Jennifer pulled off one of the notes and stuck it to Lucy’s bra.  Moments later Dan wriggled into existence, grinning at her.  “Damn, I didn’t see that loophole.  Thanks for the save.”

Jennifer bowed to him.  “And now, if you’d be a sweetie, I’d very much like some masculine time.”

Dan opened the writing desk, and gestured to the array of notes.  “Male, dildo, or should I add a note for boxers?”

Jennifer perused the available notes.  “Mmm. Just male, for now.  But maybe a little taller and more muscular than you?  Oh, and still blonde hair, instead of dark.”

Dan nodded, writing a note that simply said “Jen” on it.

Jennifer studied it with a curious look.  “All that in one word?”

“My intentions matter when writing it.  Within limits.  I don’t think I could write a note that says ‘cat’ and have it turn you into a dog.”

Jennifer picked up the note and stuck it to her chest.  The transformation was subtler than their usual changes, she gained a few inches of height and significant muscular definition while her hair shortened but only to shoulder length.  He patted down his new body.  “Mmm.  I could work with this.”

Lucy was watching avidly.  “Glad I didn’t use the lesbian sticker, now?”

Jen chuckled warmly.  “Yes.  But before we start turning Dan into your bra again, I’d like to address something.”

Lucy’s hand pulled back from the writing desk.  “Um... okay.  What?”

“Neither Dan nor I wish to be stuck as an object.”  Jen eyed Dan briefly.  “No matter what your heart is saying right now.”

Dan grinned, and gestured for Jen to continue.

“So... this fascination with ‘stuck’.  Is that projection?  Should we be cloning you, and turning the original into a pair of her panties?”

“Glirk.”  Lucy looked like she was choking on her answer.

Jen raised his eyebrows and waited.  Lucy looked away from Jen but that left her looking at Dan, who had the same expression on his face.  “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.   I have no interest in being a bra forever.  But it’s clear that you want this.”

Lucy licked her lips.  “Serious, no holds barred, stuck as my own panties forever?”

“Say the word, and it is done.”

Lucy opened her mouth and raised her hand, then stopped.  She licked her lips.  “I want this so badly, but... forever suddenly seems like a long time.  I don’t want to end up in the trash.”

“A pair of panties that magically reforms every morning on your twin’s hips,” suggested Jen.  “Even if you get turned back into a person, you’ll be panties the next time the sun rises.”

Dan eyed Jen. “That’s kind of specific...”

“Yes.  Do it.”

They both turned to stare at Lucy.  “Are you sure?” Jen asked.

“You said you’d do it!” retorted Lucy.  “You promised.”

“And I would never break a promise,” replied Dan.  He withdrew the quill from the desk with a flourish, and wrote “duplicate” across Lucy’s belly.  The word glowed very brightly before it disappeared, and when they recovered from the temporary blindness, there were two Lucies standing before them.

“Which is the original?” asked Jen.

Dan pointed to one.  “The other one glows with magic.  It’ll settle in a few months, and nobody will be able to tell.  As far as the world will know, Lucy will continue to exist.  But this one... won’t.”

He advanced on her with the quill.  Lucy trembled, but stood her ground.  She giggled a little as the quill scratched words across her belly.  The moment Dan was done, the words flared, though this time the glow spread more evenly across her body.  It faded, and Lucy was still standing there.

“Why am I still human?” she demanded.

“Because it’s not dawn yet.  You have seven hours before your existence as a human is over.  How would you like to use them?”

Lucy shot a wicked look at her duplicate.  “There are two hunky guys here.  Which one do you want first?”

*** *** ***

As the sun approached the horizon, Lucy woke.  She could feel the spell stirring around her.  She snuggled against Dan, then sighed happily as she unravelled into motes of light, and reformed around her twin’s hips.

Dan smiled with satisfaction.  “Worked like a charm.”

Lucy patted her new panties.  “Every morning, huh.  New and clean.  Always this style?”

“Yes.  Is that a problem?”

Lucy slithered out from between Jen and Dan, and then hopped out of the bed to see herself in the mirror.  “Oh, they’re really cute.  If I get bored in a year, can I get you to change the style?”

“Absolutely.  Do... you think she’ll get bored in a year?”

Lucy shook her head.  “I might.  She won’t.  God, I’m wearing myself.  This is so surreal.”

“Want to make it more surreal?” asked Dan.  “Because I’d love to be the matching bra until the next big project comes along...”

“And what does that leave me?” asked Jen.

“Sorry, I’d prefer to be a bra, not a pair of boxers.”

Jen laughed.  “Okay.  But if we do this, the writing desk stays open and you write me some new notes.”

“Such as?”

“Catgirl, Maid, Pet, and I have some ideas for magically enhanced sex toys...”

Lucy grinned.  “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Dan sat down at the desk, and started writing notes.  After the first few, Jen and Lucy started adding more suggestions, some of Lucy’s required explanations and a few online searches before Dan understood them well enough.  When he finally set the pen down they’d come up with a full dozen new notes, most for toys.

Jen picked up the last note he’d written.  “I really want to try this one out.  Are you dead set on only being a bra?”

Dan licked his lips nervously.  “I... the pleasure amplification you wanted in that sheath will affect the transformee even more than the wearer.  I’d never find my way back.”

“The restore note will still work, right?”

Dan nodded.

“And the desk will stay open?”

Dan reached for the desk, then hesitated. “If I turn this off...”

“You might never be human again.  Yes.  I know you said you didn’t want to be a bra forever... but we won’t do that to you.”

“You won’t?” 

Jen shook her head.  “You’ll be a sex toy at least part of the time.  Probably quite a lot of the time, really.  Mind.  Blowing.  Pleasure.”

Dan reached for the desk again, pulled back again.  “I could write a spell that will find me and change me back in three months.”

“You could.  Or you could throw yourself off the cliff and learn what it feels like to fly.”

“I...”  Dan closed his eyes.  “There are things I want to do with my life, beyond living in endless pleasure.”

“Do you trust me?” asked Jen.

Dan smiled then.  “How could I not?”  He tapped the desk, then.  “There.  The lock is gone.”

“And so are you,” purred Lucy.  She took the note from Jen and applied it to her husband.  He smiled as he dwindled, then shuddered with pleasure as the enhanced sensations hit.  Then the silicone form on the floor fell still.  It looked like it belonged on a dragon, not a person.

Jen scooped it up, and slid it over his cock where it glommed happily into place.  “Let’s give our newest toy lots of reasons to stay.”

Lucy smirked.  “Not planning to change him back after all that?”

“That depends...”

“On?”

“How good of a job you do making me forget about him.”

Lucy snuggled up against her.  “Love you so much.”

*** *** ***

Dan blinked, and took a few moments to adjust to being human again.  It felt unfamiliar.  He slowly sat up in bed, finding two inauthentically contrite women looking back at him, Lucy and Jennifer.  “Did you miss me?”

Lucy glanced over at Jennifer, and smiled at what she saw.  “Not at all.  She’s basically you, except more fun.  None of this ‘sorcery is dangerous’ and ‘have to work’ stuff.”

“Huh.  So all I had to do was clone myself into my female alter ego and let you turn me into a toy to make you happy?”  Dan smiled at the clone of his wife, who he could see was wearing a very special pair of panties.  “Don’t cringe.  Tell me.”

Lucy straightened her back, which led to Dan getting quite distracted by larger boobs than he remembered.  She giggled when she noticed his gaze.  “You’re not upset.”

“Why would I be?  I’ve had an amazing time.  It feels like I spent a whole month as your bra.”

Lucy nodded.  “Almost two months.  I set alarms to remind me to refresh the change twice a day.  You didn’t change back when we used the ‘Restore’ note on you.  Had to dig out the ‘Dan’ note.”

Dan sighed, and his gaze grew distant.  “That would explain why I still feel like I’m not supposed to be human.”

“Can you stay a while like this?  Your agent found an amazing commission.”

Dan perked up at that idea, and eagerly read the description from his agent.  The client wanted a very particular sort of sculpture, animated stone that showed an orgy in progress.  The best part was that if someone interacted with it, they would gradually get pulled into it and become part of the sculpture.  The part that had made it difficult to find someone to work on it was that the client wanted the results to be permanent.  Anyone who became part of the sculpture was to be unable to free themselves.

The note from his agent said it seemed right up his alley, given “recent experiences”.  Dan eyed Lucy.  “Have you been telling my agent what we’ve been up to?”

Jennifer giggled.  “I have.  He’d mentioned that some of the best pieces were like this – things that the more ethical sorcerers wouldn’t touch.”

“So I’m an unethical sorcerer, now?” asked Dan, a wicked smile slowly crossing his face.  “I like it.  But I still have standards.  There will be a way out, but only usable from the outside.”

After a few rounds of negotiation and the arrival of the stone panel that the client had purchased as the basis of the sorcery, work began.  Three days later, Dan showed it off to his sweeties.  A half dozen faceless hermaphrodites writhed within the stone, arms and legs intertwining and shifting.  When Lucy approached it, mesmerised, an arm reached out to beckon her closer.  She glanced at Dan who nodded, and took the invitation.  Before long she was moaning in pleasure under the sculpture’s ministrations, and slowly sliding deeper into it.  After a very loud orgasm, her voice was cut off as she became stone.  The sculpture swirled around her, the orgy resumed... but one of the figures had Lucy’s face.

Jen watched the whole scene avidly.  “That’s amazing.  And she can’t free herself?”

“I wouldn’t be able to free myself.  Continuous stimulation would make the focus required to break myself out by sorcerous means quite impossible.  A competent sorcerer could free anyone inside it.”

“Could a non-sorcerer?”

Dan nodded, and indicated a subtle recessed gem on one of the narrow edges of the stone panel.  Jen touched it and focussed on Lucy’s image.  Lucy slithered out of the sculpture and lay panting on the ground.  “Holy Mother of God.  I just want to go back in and stay.”

“That good?” Jen asked, wonderingly.

“You should try it.  Would your client ship us back after a few weeks?”

Dan chuckled.  “I’m sure he wouldn’t object to a few clones seeding the orgy with real people.”

“That sounds like... not getting shipped back,” mused Lucy.  Then she grinned.  “I’m in.  This me.  My clone can stay.”

Dan shook his head.  “Clone goes, you stay.  Otherwise the panties show up in the sculpture.”

Lucy’s eyes went wide.  “Oh my God!  I forgot that was me.  The real me.  Eee!  That’s so cool!”

Dan laughed at her warmly.  “You are such a kinky sorcerer-slut.”

“Guilty as charged.  Clone me already so you can ship it.”

It took another day to get the project sent on its way.  Once the delivery team had left their home, Lucy and Jennifer shucked out of their clothes.  Dan followed their example.  “Now what?”

“Well.  I think there’s one person too many here,” replied Lucy.

“Yep.  My turn.”  Jennifer dashed off toward the study.  Lucy and Dan arrived just in time to watch her stick a note to herself.  She  melted away into the same cock sheath Dan had become at the start of his sabbatical.

Dan scooped it up.  “So am I wearing it, or are you?”

“You could tell we swapped?” Lucy asked with a teasing smile that hinted at more.

Dan nodded.  “Your cock feels different.  I mean, I could write a note that gives you Jen’s cock, but...”

“Nah. I want one that gives me a monster, but leaves the rest of me female.”

“Oooh.  Want me to use the inverse?  Top male, bottom female?”

Lucy considered that for a moment, then shook her head.  “All fem.  Going to bang your brains out until you forget you have a clone.  And then one day... I’ll swap you.”

“Not if I turn you into an obedient slave, first...”

Lucy’s eyes shone.  “Please?”

“I was joking... but you’re not.  You’d like that?  Of course you’d like that.”  Dan pulled out the quill with a flourish.  “Turn around, I’m going to write this where you can’t see it.”

Lucy did so without hesitation.  “Don’t hold back.”

Dan wrote “Obey Dan and Jennifer.  Become whatever they ask.”  When he withdrew the pen the words glowed then sunk under Lucy’s skin.

Lucy shuddered.  “Oh, wow.  Did you make it permanent?”

“Yes.  You are bound forever to my will.  Why are you smiling?”

Lucy had turned back toward her husband, face split with the broadest grin he’d ever seen.  “I’ve wanted you to take charge for soooo long.  Order me to do something.”

Dan contemplated his wife.  Now his plaything, giddily eager at the prospect.  “Shrink.”

“What?  I can’t do...”  Lucy stared up at Dan, tried to stand up taller, realized she was now a foot shorter than him with a comical display of shock and wonder on her face.  “I shrank?  Because you said so, not because you sorcerized me?”

“Yes.  Your very shape is mine to command.”

“More!”

“You are a very pushy toy,” Dan growled, while grinning playfully.

“Always.  Well, until you order me to be otherwise, I guess.  Will you?”

Dan chuckled softly.  “You’d probably like that too.  Are you going to sass at me to provoke me into turning you into something twisted?”

Lucy smirked back at him.  “Oh Hell yes.  ‘Master’.”  The honorific dripped sarcasm.

“You can’t remember your name, you are ‘Pet’.  You may only address me as Master, and may not do so sarcastically.  On your knees.”

Pet dropped to her knees in front of Dan.  “Yes, Master.”  Sincerity shone in her voice and eyes.  “What would you have your pet do?”

Dan stared down at her.  He tried to formulate an objection to this, but she looked so happy and he hadn’t ordered that.  “You know what you want to do.  Don’t hold back.”

Pet lunged at him, sucking at his cock with frenzied abandon.  Dan babbled things he didn’t recall, and the sensations soon overwhelmed him.  When he regained enough composure to pull free of his pet, he saw she’d become a smooth mound of flesh, with lewd, circular lips where her mouth had been.  “Uh...  Give yourself a face and cancel the mental orders.”

Lucy glared up at him.  “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t... you mean, don’t check in?  Just... do whatever and hope you’re okay with it?”

“Make me okay with it.  With anything.”

“No limits?” asked Dan, wonderingly.

“None.  Just one preference.”

Dan raised an eyebrow, and waited.

“Don’t change me back.”

“Pets don’t get to give orders.  I will need you human from time to time.”  At Lucy’s look of disappointment he paused.  “Well... not fully human.  Let’s see... give yourself arms and legs, but turn your torso into an amusement park for my cock, while keeping it so it would look normal under a dress.”

“Oooooh,” Lucy purred as her form melted upward into something almost human.  Her torso churned with her indecision, settling on a version of herself that looked almost normal... until one noticed that her belly button had been replaced by a pair of lips, and her nipples were deeply indented with enticing channels leading into her breasts.

“Damn.  Tempted to make this your baseline shape.”

“Oooh, Master is very kind.”

Dan chuckled.  “As are you.  This is going to be such fun.”

And it was.  Until Jennifer appeared, disappointed that she hadn’t been used even once.  Dan just grinned at her incensed expression until she scooped up a note and slapped it against him.  She slipped on the resulting bra and turned to look at Lucy.  “What has he done to you?”

“I have to do and become anything either of you say.”

Jennifer’s eyes shone.  “Oooh.  This is going to be fun.”

Dan didn’t reappear until the next commission...