Carol opened her eyes, yawned and stretched.  She could feel the strength in her limbs, and turned to the sleeping form of her husband.  She kissed him on the lips, holding there for long enough that lack of breath made him squirm and stir.  His eyes opened, and she could feel his lips curve into a smile.  He stopped struggling, and started to fade, so she pulled back.

“Thank you, love.  That was incredible.  Did you like it?”

Max laughed.  “Do you really need to ask?  That was fantastic.”

Carol smiled shyly.  “So you will keep me like this?  Big strong Carol for work, and a toy in the bedroom?”

“Some of the time.  I like it when you pick me up, too.”

Carol scooped Max into her arms and hugged him so tight they both ended up quite breathless.  “Mmm.  My toy.”

“Oh!  Yeah.  That’d be...”

Carol blinked at him and frowned.  “We can’t both be toys.  Someone has to play with us.”

“If you’d let me finish...  I was thinking more like a detachable penis.  You know, like the song?”

“There’s a song about it?” asked Carol.  “Talk about getting with the times.”

“It’s an old song, from long before the Venn Machines.  Just this guy talking about how he lost his... you know.”

Carol smirked.  “And attachable boobs?”

“Ooooh!  And hips.  Then you can potato-head me into your girl whenever you like.”

Carol bounced out of bed.  “C’mon, let’s get going!  I’ve only got this body for the weekend, and I want to lock it in for a year at least.”

Max was moving a little more slowly, and got caught up in the huge ribbon draped all over the floor and part of the bed.  He’d had fun teasing Carol with it last night.

Carol giggled.  “Oh, can you bundle the ribbon up?  We should take her back to get restored.”

Max stared at his wife.  “Melissa?”

“Yup.”

“You’re mad, and I love you so much.”

After hasty showers and a hastier breakfast, they headed to the mall.  Melissa was happy to see again, and hugged both of them.  She asked if they were planning anything fun, and when she found out Max was going to become a part-time girl she eagerly offered her services if he needed new clothes.

Carol smirked.  “Maxine won’t be needing clothes, she’ll only exist in the bedroom.”

Max looked thoughtful.  “I didn’t say that.  Clothing shopping with you might be fun.  I can model stuff that’d look good on you, so we can buy it and venn-size it like we did with the rest of your stuff.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Can I object?” asked Melissa.  “As Max’s first dress ever, I have seniority.”

Max and Carol chuckled at that.  “Full time, or just weekends?” asked Carol.

“Just weekends until I finish high school in June.  Then... we’ll see.”

“Won’t your parents object?” asked Max.

Melissa shrugged.  “Once Mom stopped getting child support when I turned eighteen, she stopped caring.  Wants me to start paying rent once I graduate.  So... living rent-free in your closet sounds appealing.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out,” said Carol cautiously.  “We’ll see.  You might miss your phone...”

Melissa’s eyes went wide.  “Oh.  Yeah.  I totally would.  I wonder if they can make a dress that can still text...”

Max laughed.  “Given the skills the Fantasy Emporium staff have already shown us, I’m sure they can arrange something.”

Melissa cheered.  “Then yes, I’ll be your dress this summer.  Today, too, if you like.”

Carol tried to say no, but Melissa’s puppy dog eyes convinced her to relent.  As they walked to the Emporium, Max asked her for her secret, as he’d never been able to pull that off.

“I guess it helps to be cute?” was all Melissa could offer.

The catgirl who’d helped them last time was sporting shiny teal scales and a fan-like crest instead of fur.  She listened closely to Max’s babbled explanation of what he was looking for, and then pulled out a tablet to sketch some ideas.

She outlined various ways to approach the hybrid body Max wanted.  Detachable parts were doable, but she cautioned that losing parts of yourself could be disturbing.  Carol grinned and suggested she could hide certain bits.

The next option was to make the changes concealable.  Max’s breasts and hips could be soft and squishy enough that a compression bandage would hide them.  Similarly, they could be made inflatable, so that a bit of work with an air pump would get them in shape.  Both options would look a little artificial due to having the wrong dynamics.  Max glanced at Carol, and saw her grin.  “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

The clerk nodded.  For completeness she noted that she could make some of the changes via wearables instead.  This would be somewhat like the detachable option, but involve a sort of flesh-tone vest and panties that carried the bits, “sort of like a two-piece skinsuit.”

Max considered all the options, and at Carol’s urging he figured he’d try a few out temporarily.  The clerk was happy to get multiple venning fees.

They worked through the options in order.  Carol juggled Max’s detachable breasts, flustering Max to no end.  They quickly moved on to the squishy option, and Max found that easier to work with.  Carol figured Max needed a dress to show off his new curves properly, and of course Melissa volunteered.

Max scurried off to the washroom to try on his new dress, and when he returned Carol whistled at him cheerfully.  “Looking good.”

Max squirmed, flustered by Carol’s cheerful greeting and the way the sexy dress was making it very clear that parts of him were still male.  “I think I need to be detachable down there if I’m going to wear this in public.”

Carol pulled him into a tight hug that made the problem worse, giggling all the while.  “Fine, but if you do that I’m keeping your bits in my purse.”

They skipped over the inflatable option due to lack of an air pump, and tried to make Max’s new curves a little firmer and ‘wearable’ instead.

Carol declared the result drop-dead gorgeous, and dragged Max back home to try the changes out.  After they’d had their fun, Carol asked to see Max without his new toys.  To his dismay, when he took the top off, his chest was flat and featureless - no hair, not even nipples.  Carol scooped up the vest-shaped object and fondled the breasts on it, distracting Max from his worries for a time.

Max closed his eyes as he pulled the flesh-tone shorts down.  His lovely bubble butt went with it, as did his pussy.  And underneath... nothing.   He sighed.  “I need two sets, I guess?”

“I don’t know... you’re kinda cute like this.  C’mere.”

Max snuggled up to his wife, then squealed when he felt his privates getting squeezed.  “Hey!  Those are... what are you doing?”

Carol wiggled and squirmed as she pulled Max’s bottom on.  “It’s pretty stretchy, I bet it’ll fit.”

It did, but only barely.  Max agreed that it did interesting things to Carol’s backside, but it was her front that she dragged him to.  “Now show me what you’ve got!  You get to go down on both of us at the same time.”

Max started laughing.  “Is that what this is about?”  He brushed a finger gently over his stretched bits and shuddered.  “This is beyond kinky.”

“Way, way beyond,” agreed Carol.  “And?”

Max grinned up at her.  “Let’s see what I can do.”

They both were most pleased with his success.

Afterward, Carol wriggled out of the bottoms.  Max tried to put them back on, but they’d been stretched out of shape by his giant of a wife, and they dangled rather sadly at his hips.

After a pause for lunch they trekked back to the mall.

The clerk grinned at them.  “Figured you’d be back.  The wearables thing is easier to do in two stages, but you left after stage one...  Did you have fun?”

Max blushed and nodded.  “But I think I’d rather not go wearable.  Can I do a mix?  I like the idea of hidden breasts, so maybe squishable up top, and inflatable hips?”

“A challenge!  I’m sure I can get it right with a couple of tries.”

The first try left all of Max squishy and floppy, like a rag doll made of silicone.  Carol was tempted to keep him that way, but Max argued that he’d be more fun if he could move.

After a few more iterations, and the last-minute addition of a detachable penis so that Max wouldn’t tent his Melissa-dress so badly, Carol pronounced the result most acceptable.  Max tipped the clerk generously.  “This feels really... right.  Thanks so much.”

She grinned back at him, flashing predatory fangs.  “My pleasure.  If you want custom bindings made, you know where to go...”

Max agreed that that sounded like a better idea than just using regular bandages, so the clerk called on one of the others.  He wasn’t quite sure what they did in the Venn Machine, but when they emerged their scale colourations had changed, and one was holding out what looked like a flesh-toned tank top that would last for the next year.

“Does that mean you’re both stuck like this for a year?” asked Max.

They giggled and shook their heads.  “Nah.  We’ll change things up again in a few days.”

“But aren’t you worried you might get stuck as a dress or something for a year?”

The lizard-girl who’d been helping them shrugged as the other headed back to the store.  “Nah.  Phil keeps an eye out for us in case the clients decide to have fun.”  She waved at a big guy lounging in one of the chairs near the Venn Machine.  “We have a standing contract with him, as do a bunch of other venners.  Though...  Now that you mention it, I might join the inventory.  I’ve been thinking about it for a while.  Your dress is persuasive.”

Carol grinned at her toothily.  “I could use a pretty scaly dress in my size to go dancing tonight.”

The girl’s breath caught, then she nodded.  “I get off at six.”

Max shook his head as they strolled out of the mall.  “I cannot believe we’re adding to the inventory.  Going to buy out the whole store?”

“Nah.  More tempted to try going on the shelf.  The tension of not knowing if someone will buy you...”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, we should take a month’s vacation some time and both go.”

“I can think of a lot of things I’d rather do instead of hang on a rack for a month.”

Carol flexed and posed.  “How about hanging off this body for a month?”

Max waggled his eyebrows.  “There are other things I’d rather be doing to that body.”

“Sold!”  Carol practically dragged Max out of the mall and back to their car.

Once they were home, Carol demanded that Max strip.  So right there in the living room, Max slithered out of Melissa once more.  His breasts weren’t as large as before, not even a handful each.  But they were very clearly female breasts.

Max put a wondering hand to one breast, and gave it a squeeze.  Both of them giggled as the squeeze made it vanish away entirely.  “Oops.  Maybe too squishy?”  When he let go, it quickly popped back to full size.

Carol reached out and brushed a thumb over the other breast.  “Soft.  It... really suits you.  Let’s see how it looks with some hips.”

After several minutes of hunting through various junk drawers and cabinets they came to the realization that they did not own any sort of air pump.  Carol offered to try blowing up Max’s hips “the fun way”.

Max grinned and nodded, and was soon on his back on their couch.  Carol bent her head to his belly, and gave it a long giggle-inducing raspberry before setting to work on his belly-button.  Each huff and puff of her mighty lungs added an inch to his hips, and before long Carol pronounced her work done.

Max stood up again, and posed for his wife.

Carol shook her head.  “Those boxers are doing nothing for your figure.  Off.”

Max obligingly stripped his plain white boxers off, and Carol started to giggle again.  “You look ridiculous.  Why is your cock transparent?”

“So it’ll match your little doll.”

Carol rushed to the bedroom, Max a few paces behind.  She dug the doll out of its gift box, and handed it to Max.  “Show me.”

Max reached beneath his transparent bits and felt about for a moment.  A soft click heralded his success, and his tackle came free in his hand.  He handed it to his wife.

Carol marveled at it for a few moments.  “This...  You just gave me your manhood.  This is so wild.”  She tried to slide it into the doll, but her hands twitched at the sensations and she dropped both.

Max picked them up carefully.  “Lie down.  Do you want to be all doll for this?”

Carol shook her head emphatically, eyes bright and staring at Max’s hands.  “Do it.”

Max slid his detached penis home with a groan of pleasure.  But after a moment, he frowned.  “This feels nice, but...”  He shifted it in and out slightly.  “Mmmm... needs to be moving.  I wonder if I can build some kind of automated box for them...”

“Never mind that,” husked Carol.  “I don’t care about the toys.  I want you.  Just like you are now.  Sexy.  Female in all ways.”

Max set the doll and toy down on the bedside table.  “There’s one more thing...”  He tapped his throat, then pressed firmly on his adam’s apple.  It vanished with a click.

“What was that?” asked Carol, eyes alight with curiosity.

“It changes my voice,” said Max sweetly, her voice now softer, and pitched half an octave higher than before.

“Say my name,” demanded Carol.  “Say it like you mean it.”

“Oh, Carol,” sighed Max happily.  “Like that?”

Carol bounded from the bed, and flung Max onto it.  She buried her head between Max’s sweet thighs, and made Max sing her name many more times.

Much later, Carol wrapped herself around her wrung-out sweetie.  Max snuggled tiredly against her wife.  After a long, contented sigh, she spoke up.  “Not that I’m complaining, but... what was that?”

Carol shuddered, and pulled her closer.  “Your voice is...  It’s perfect.  Angelic.  It completes you, and makes me want to wrap you up and tuck you in a little box, to keep you safe and perfect forever.”

Max sighed happily.  “Okay.  I’ll stay like this.”

“As my precious little wife?” asked Carol eagerly.

Max giggled.  “Some of the time.  I’ll be Max when I go to work, and Min here for you.”

“Will little Minnie come out dancing with me tonight?”

Min tutted softly.  “Not Minnie.  Just Min.”

Carol grinned.  “Oh!  Yeah, that’s cute.  Max by day, Min by night.  So, is Min going to come out to dance with me?  I have a new dress to wear...”

“Both of us dancing in living dresses?  I wouldn’t miss it.”

They had a few hours to kill before six, so Carol dragged Min off to the mall to shop for day to day clothing.  “If you’re going to have breasts, you need bras,” she insisted.

The first store they tried led to a very confused clerk.  Trying to measure Min’s cup size was tricky, given how easily her breasts squished out of the way.  The next shop had an older woman handling sizing.  She eyeballed the problem instead of relying on a tape, and a little experimentation determined that Min’s breasts were B cups, though the best-fitting bra was a padded one that added a cup.  Its cups were stiffer, so it didn’t tend to collapse Min’s breasts.  Carol bought her three pairs.

Suitably girded, the next step involved a whirlwind tour of various shops to find Min some everyday tops and skirts to wear, as Melissa was far too sexy for ordinary wear.  That, and she wouldn’t always be handy.

Min changed into one of the new outfits, and studied herself in a convenient mirror.  “I look... normal.  If it wasn’t for the blue crew cut, I’d walk right by me without a second glance.”

“I wouldn’t,” purred Carol.  “You look good.”

Min cocked an eyebrow at her.  “How did I not know you swung that way?”

Carol shrugged.  “It’s weird.  Getting all tall and strong changed how I saw everything.  Instead of women being threats and competition, they’re cute.  Turning you into a woman made everything just... click.”

“Cool.  Being female has been amazing, and this whole ‘swap whenever I want’ deal is looking pretty good right now.”

“Ready to make that your body for the next few years?”  Carol patted her oversize purse.  “I have our other parts here.  We can lock it down, right now.”

Min’s eyes went wide.  “Our toys are in there?  Carol!  That’s...”

“Wicked?”  Carol slipped a hand into her purse, and Min felt a stroke on a spot she didn’t think she had.

Min gasped.  “You’ve been doing that all afternoon!  Whenever I looked at sexy clothing, I felt a tingle...”

Carol giggled.  “Just helping you along, dear.”

Min cursed softly, and held her head in her hands.  “I don’t know what I’m doing.  Dressing up like a girl turned me on, but it wasn’t... real?”

Carol took her hand out of her purse, then caught up Min’s hands in hers.  “I’m not touching it now.  How do you feel?”

Min stared up into Carol’s face.  “Hot.  Horny.  Desperately in your thrall.  The way you’re looking at me like a possession makes me...”  Min looked away, panting softly.  “Right now I’d let you turn me into anything, and part of me is afraid I’ll be lost forever.”

A hand enclosed Min’s head, forced it up to meet Carol’s demanding kiss.  Carol held the kiss long past struggling, until Min was limp in her arms, then carried her sweetie over to a chair and gently set her down.  After a few moments, Min’s eyelids fluttered open once more.

Min smiled up at Carol.  “Thanks, love.  I needed that.”

“You are my sweet thing, my love,” said Carol emphatically.  “I will turn others into my dresses, but you... you will always be my perfect delicate flower.”

Min chuckled softly.  “That sounds wonderful.  You said something about... locking these changes?”  She glanced up to realize they were a short stroll from the Venn Machine.

“Three years.  You ready?”

Min wet her lips.  “That declaration was lovely, it’s just... three years.  That’s...”

“C’mon.”

Once they got to the Venn Machine, Carol waved to the big guy lounging beside it.  “Phil, was it?”

Phil nodded.  “Can I help you?”

“We want to lock our forms like this for the next few years, but we’re both feeling a bit skittish about what that could mean.”

Phil held out a hand, and Min put a bill in it.  “That’ll cover you.  Assuming you trust me, anyway.”

“The clerks at Fantasy Emporium do.”

Phil grinned at that, and nodded.  “Thought I’d seen you two with them.  Yeah, they’re good kids, and their boss pays me quite well to keep an eye on ‘em.  Assuming they want it.  Sometimes they’ll flash me a sign to say otherwise.”

“Oh?” asked Carol.  “How does that work?”

Phil held up two fingers on one hand, one on the other.  “Voluntary Inanimate.  Means they know what they’re getting into.”

Carol grinned and held up her hands the same way.  “Like this?”

“Yeah, but don’t do that unless you’re serious.  If the cameras catch you doing that, nobody’s going to come looking if you end up in someone’s closet.”

Carol’s grin widened as she set the Venn Machine for three years, then very carefully flashed the V-I sign once more.  Min rolled her eyes, but took the bag Carol handed her and stepped into the machine.  She peeked into the bag once the doors were both closed.  “Yep, those are my bits.  I suppose it’s for the best.”

“Hm?  Don’t you want the option?” asked Carol.

Min shrugged.  “I probably will on Monday.  Right now, I’m kind of getting into being your girl.”

“Going to change anything about me?” asked Carol.

Min shook her head.  “I like the setup you’ve got.  The doll and the button.  Don’t really want the big one, just the little one.”

Carol grinned.  “That’s okay.  I like the big button, so I can be your little toy.  We’re good?”

Min tapped the green button on her side.  “We’re good.”

Carol chuckled softly.  “Now you are in my power...”

Min rolled her eyes.  “Have been ever since you came home tall.”

Carol tapped her button and pouted.  “Aww, it’s no fun when you accept it like that.”

Min hopped out of the Venn Machine and hugged her sweetie as tight as she could.  “Yes it is.  It’s the best fun.”

Phil waved to the two of them.  “All done?  I’m surprised you’re still big.”

Min winked at Phil.  “I like her that way.”

They had just enough time for Min to retrieve Melissa from the locker and change back into her favourite dress before their appointment at the Fantasy Emporium at six.

When they arrived at the Fantasy Emporium, the clerk they were looking to meet was nowhere to be seen.  The clerk that was waiting for them had pearlescent dragonfly wings fluttering at her back.  She also stood fully as tall as Carol, and waved to them as they entered the store.  “Your dress is ready.”

Carol grinned at her.  “Let me guess, you’re the one who made it?”

“I love being this tall!” gushed the clerk as she nodded.  “I’m going to keep it for a while, at least until I need to make normal sized clothes.”

Carol nodded.  “It’s pretty cool towering above others, if you’re used to being the short one in the room.”

“Oh, I’ve done that too.  If I’m small enough, these wings can actually let me fly, but I have to be about a foot tall.”  As she talked, the clerk led them back to the cash desk, and pulled a shimmering, scaly dress off the rack behind the desk.  She held it out to Carol.

Carol took the dress reverently.  “Oh, it’s beautiful.  I might never want to give it up.”

“That does cost a little extra,” said the clerk.  “I have the paperwork here.”

The form that she slid across the desk was titled “Inventory requisition”.  Carol read through it, then bit her lip.  “This is... you can’t change her permanently.  Can you?”

The clerk shook her head.  “Just three years at a go.  We don’t have a lot of experience with renewals that far out, but I’ve handled a few for dresses that have been that way for a year.  They’re always keen to go right back in.  Sign this and the dress is yours for as long as you want it, and we’ll update the style for a nominal fee whenever you’d like.”

Carol stared at her incredulously.  “Are you serious?  I barely met her, and she’s...”

“Inventory.”  The clerk started to grin.  “Man, you should see the expression on your face.  I’m kidding.  She’s only changed for tonight, sixteen hours.  Though if you do a good enough job, you might be able to talk her into a longer run.”

“This was your idea of a joke?” fumed Carol.

“Hers, actually.  The form is real, and we do have some people who want to stay as dresses, but she’s not ready to make the jump.  Yet.  She spent a long time with the inventory form before deciding to only sign for the night.”

Carol brushed a hand over the fabric of her dress.  “So I could talk her into doing this again?”

“Easily.”

“What’s her name?”

That got a wide grin.  “Dress.”

Carol eyed the clerk darkly.  “Seriously?”

“That’s what she asked me to tell you.  She wanted the full experience, and gushed about how dominating you were.”

Carol nodded, starting to smile again.  “Dress it is, then.  Can I try her on here?”

The clerk pointed to the changing rooms, and Carol soon returned clad in shimmering scales from shoulders to knees.  She pirouetted as she approached Min.  “What do you think?”

“I think it’s time to go dancing.  I’ve paid already.  So worth it...”

Carol offered her arm, and Min took it.  “The night awaits.”

The clerk with the pearlescent wings caught up to them at the store entrance.  “Dress wanted you to have this.”  She held out a small slip of cardboard.

Carol took it and read the name off of it.  “Teknomancy?  What’s that?”

“You wanted to go dancing.  It’s the best place in town for dresses like yours.  Very Venn-friendly, too.”

Min smiled up at her wife.  “Sounds good to me.  Let’s try it!”

It wasn’t hard to find the club once they got close.  The thump of the music was audible in the street, and loud enough to make talking difficult once they’d made it past the entrance.  The bouncer pulled Min aside, and pointed to a “Venn Only Night” sign.  Min tried to argue that she was, in fact, venned, pointing to her hair.  That wasn’t enough for them, because it could be dyed.  Min’s offer to strip to show off her inflatable hips led to the offer of a waiver form instead.

While Min was reading and signing the form, several other visibly venned people entered the club, and two were turned back.  One was a unicorn-centaur with a long pointed horn, the other was a shiny black xenomorph that slunk away when told that natural weapons were not allowed inside the club.

With the paperwork out of the way, Carol and Min were allowed past the inner doors, where the volume jumped up noticeably.  A dark tunnel led sideways from the door, to block direct line of sight into the club.  Once they turned the corner they faced the dancefloor, and were immediately stunned by a wall of sound and light.  The music wasn’t so much loud as physically tangible; the very air shook with it as enormous subwoofers filled the air with subsonic thrumming.

The lights strobed to the same beat, bright unto blinding.  Min grabbed Carol’s hand, squinting into the chaos.  “I’m not so sure about this.”

Carol couldn’t hear over the noise, so she pulled Min onward into the middle of the club.  Min stumbled along behind her, trying and failing to make sense of the scene around them.  The air was smoky, a mix of deliberate fogging and some kind of incense her senses were too dazzled to pick out.  In addition to the strobing lights, there were slower, hypnotic sweeps of pulsed colour making shapes in the fog.

Min found it remarkable that the lights could make the shape of a long oriental dragon, then realized that the shape wasn’t light at all, but someone venned.  The forms around them varied from near-human to mostly animal, to completely alien.  Everyone was moving, dancing, limbs flailing and bodies shifting so energetically that Min cringed against Carol’s side.

Carol’s stature carved out a space on the floor, and within that protective circle Min started to feel safe enough to dance.  Once she started bouncing to the beat, the throbbing music washed away all thought.

Min blinked and shook her head.  They were outside the club once more.  She looked up to Carol in confusion.  Carol grinned down at her.  “You back, yet?”

Min nodded carefully.  “I... think so.  I feel very odd, like I’m waking up from ...”  She touched her throat, then pressed firmly on it to click her voice back to male.

Max wrapped his arms tightly about his chest to compress it away.  “It’s like Min was in charge, and I wasn’t... there.  What was that?”

Carol shrugged.  “You had fun, right?”

Max tilted his head and studied the idea.  “Someone did.  I’m not sure it was...”  He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then tapped his throat again.  He let his arms drop from their protective huddle, and her breasts popped back up.

Min grinned up at Carol brightly.  “He might not have had fun, but I sure did.”

Carol blinked.  “Wait... what?  Who are you?”

“I’m Min.”

“But that’s just the name Max took to play at being female.”

Min went up on tiptoes to put her arms around Carol’s neck, then pulled herself up into a kiss.  “Not pretending any more.”

Carol supported Min in a warm hug while she returned the kiss, holding it until Min was out of breath and gasping.  Her eyes shone as she set Min down.  “You really are.  What about Max?”

Min tapped her head.  “He’s in here too.  I’m not sure how it works.  It’s like he’s letting me run the show while we’re female.”  She cocked her head to one side as if listening.  “Oh!  He says I’m more fun like this.”

Carol scooped Min up and carried her giggling toward their car.  “I like it.”