TF (multi)
One month ago …
“Look! A two-for-one special!”
Jon felt slightly bewildered as his girlfriend dragged him into the store. Olivia seemed really excited about something, even though the store and its logo were totally unknown to him.
The young couple were greeted by a smiling middle-aged woman wearing a badge that read “I’m Muriel. Change now! Ask me how!”
“Hi, guys! What can ChangeSerums do for you today?” she smiled.
“Ah, well, we were out for a walk and we saw your offer, and …” Olivia trailed off.
Muriel chuckled. “The two-for-one? You’ve got a good eye! It’s a one-day thing. Come five o’clock and it’s over! Get in while you can, kids!”
“Yeah, but … what is it?” Jon asked.
“It’s simple,” Muriel said. “ChangeSerums is introducing a new line of long-term serums, and this is our introductory offer. One small injection each, and you can be whatever you want, whenever you want, for up to six months.”
“Oooh!” Olivia clapped in delight. “Let’s do it, Jon! Transforming is so much fun!”
“You’ve done it before, babe?”
“Uh, yeah, a couple of times. It was college. I was experimenting.” Olivia blushed.
Jon turned his attention to Muriel. “How do I know this serum can do what you say it does?”
“Hmmm, good point,” she said. “You don’t want to just take my word for it, do you? You want proof. Like, say, someone becoming a puppy …”
And suddenly a sad-eyed basset was sitting where she had been.
“Or maybe you’re into inanimate objects?” the puppy said. And suddenly the dog became a pair of shoes.
“Or perhaps you’d like to become your dream girl?” And the shoes became a curvy, extremely buxom blonde.
“Or maybe you will take my word after all?” And Muriel reappeared.
Jon realised his mouth was hanging open, and shut it.
“We’ll definitely take the offer up,” he said.
“Great! Now, as I say it is an introductory offer, so I will need you to sign these release forms …” She handed the couple a stack of papers just slightly shorter than a Dickens novel.
Jon flicked through his form. A clause caught his eye - “ChangeSerums will not be liable for the vaporisation, permanent or otherwise, of any user of its serums” - and he was about to change his mind when Olivia serenely signed her form and handed it back. Oh well, in for a penny … he thought, signing.
“Fantastic!” Muriel beamed. “Now, while I’m processing your payment, our nurse will give you the serums.”
First Olivia, then Jon, were stabbed with a needle, before a plaster was slapped over the injection site. “It might take up to 12 hours to work,” the nurse told them. “You’re feel a tingling sensation; that indicates the serum is operative. We recommend transforming into things the same size as yourself or smaller for the first week.”
“And have fun, guys!” Muriel winked. “You’ll be back. I just know it!”
*
Today …
If you’d peeked into Jon and Olivia’s bedroom, you might think it was empty. You would, of course, be wrong.
“Morning, darling!” the top sheet sang out, then kissing the bottom sheet with the lips that had formed on it.
“Mmm, morning,” the bottom sheet said. “You were right, honey. Being a sheet is really restful.”
“Not to mention being flat!” the top sheet giggled. “I really can’t get enough of that. Oh well, time to get up, I suppose …” And Olivia appeared, rolling out of the bed before Jon changed back too.
“I’m going to have a shower,” Olivia said as she sauntered to the bathroom. “Wanna help me out?”
Jon chuckled. “Sure thing.”
*
Olivia luxuriated under the hot water. Picking up the bar of soap, she began to wash her body.
“You lather so nicely, honey,” she told the soap.
“And don’t forget my fragrance,” Jon said as Olivia rubbed under her arms. “I’m goats milk and chai.”
“Ooh, fancy!” Olivia watched as some of her boyfriend’s suds vanished down the drain. Of course, when he transformed back they would simply reappear in him. As they discovered more about the safety features built into ChangeSerums, they had become more adventurous with their transformations.
“Honey?” she said, talking to the bar of soap. “What were you thinking of for breakfast?”
“Uh, just the usual. Why?”
“Because I’ve got an idea …”
*
Jon stood at the stove, watching the boiling pot of water. Inside two eggs boiled away. One was just a chicken egg, and the other was his girlfriend.
“How are you doing, honey?” he asked. “It’s been three minutes.”
“Ooooh!” the egg gasped as it was thrown this way and that by the boiling water. “It’s wonderful! Oh Jon, I’m getting all hard …”
Jon refrained from the obvious response. When the eggs were done, he carried them over to the table.
“OK if I split you open, babe?”
“Of course! I’m a hard-boiled egg, after all.”
Jon topped the egg, then pushed his spoon into the creamy yolk.
“Wow! That feels so good,” the egg sighed. “How do I taste?”
“Delicious. You came out just right.” Jon ate the egg with pleasure, knowing that when he’d finished it Olivia would simply reappear next to him.
Which is exactly what happened. Olivia then nibbled on toast while Jon finished his “real” egg.
“Now it’s your turn,” she told him playfully when he’d finished.
“OK then. Hmmm … how about a caffeine fix?” And Jon shimmered into a tall mug.
Olivia picked the mug up and took a sip. “Mmm … latte with nutmeg. My favourite!”
“Better drink me quick,” the mug said. “I need to leave for work soon.”
“Sure. Oh! I don’t have anything to do until this afternoon. Why don’t I come to work with you?”
“As what?”
“How about this?” And Olivia crumpled into a pale blue business shirt.
Jon changed back and picked the shirt up. “Brooks Brothers! Have you been practicing?”
“A bit.” The shirt giggled. “Of course, you’ll have to iron me first.”
“Of course.” Jon took the shirt into the spare room, where the ironing board was set up. He took great care in running the iron over the shirt, getting rid of all the creases. Judging by the little moans and cries which Olivia gave, the shirt was enjoying it too.
Quickly Jon dressed, remembering to pack a spare shirt so he wouldn’t be caught short when Olivia left his office. Wearing his girlfriend always gave him great pleasure - apart from the shared intimacy of having Olivia rubbing against his body, transformed clothing just felt better. He was always happy to be a dress for her too - he’d been a daring slit dress on a girls’ night out a few weeks ago …
*
Jon sighed with relief. Third meeting of the day over, and not another one until 3pm. He went into his office. “Olivia? Honey? It’s almost noon. Did you want to take off?”
“Mmm? Oh yes!” And his shirt vanished as Olivia appeared next to him. “Sorry, I was enjoying being a shirt so much time got away from me. Could you do me a favour and open the window?”
Jon obliged, and Olivia became a pigeon, flying straight out of the office. “See you at home!” the pigeon chirped as it flew off into the distance, while Jon retrieved his other shirt.
*
Instead of going out for lunch, Jon stayed in his office. He turned into a smooth pebble, lying on his desk for half an hour. Being solid rock always felt totally chill, like a zen meditation session.
Meanwhile, back at home Olivia was typing a book report. Literally - she was now a MacBook Pro.
*
“I’m home!” cried Jon as he opened the apartment door.
“In the kitchen, honey,” Olivia called. Jon entered to find a cold bottle of beer on the table.
A cold bottle of beer that was smiling.
“I thought you could use one after those meetings,” the beer said.
“Thanks! I sure could.” As Jon’s lips touched her rim, Olivia found herself positively turned on. The situation just seemed so erotic. And when he drank her down, well …
“So what were you thinking about for dinner?” she asked when she’d changed back.
“Um, how about pizza?” And Jon became a pizza box on the table.
“Mmm, nice one,” Olivia sighed. She opened the box and took a slice. “Margherita? Some times the simpler things are, the better.” She took a big bite.
“So how about you?” Jon said after changing back.
“How about sushi?” And there was a plate of sashimi on the table.
“Sounds good too.” And Jon took a piece.
“Or,” Olivia said as she changed back, “we could just put dinner off and go straight for dessert.”
“What kind of dessert did you have in mind?”
And suddenly Olivia was wearing a tight black catsuit with high heels, while her breasts seemed to have grown several sizes.
Jon chuckled. “Oh. That kind of dessert.”
“Well, come on, honey,” Olivia said as she headed for the bedroom. Jon’s clothes seemed to vanish as he walked after her.
“And babe? How about we be a pair of pillows tonight?”
“Sure. But I’m the top one.”
“Understood.”