“Happy anniversary, love!” cheered Mary as Denise sat down at the table. They were meeting in a very swanky restaurant not far from where Mary worked.
“We’re not married,” protested Denise, as usual.
“Bah. Our first date was eight years ago tonight. Still counts.”
Denise returned Mary’s smile. “As you wish.” She pulled out an envelope and a small gift box, and set it in the middle of the table before picking up her menu.
“Oh, you didn’t forget. Good.”
Denise nodded, but when Mary asked if she could open her present, Denise shook her head and went back to her menu.
Mary very patiently waited until they’d ordered before asking again if she could open her present. This time, Denise nodded. She carefully opened the card, and smiled as she read it. “Aww, sweet. Now what’d you get me?”
Denise just smiled mysteriously.
Mary blinked at the ring-box inside the wrapping, and when she opened it her eyes went very wide. “Is this...”
Denise nodded. “Grandma’s engagement ring.” She held out her hand, and Mary took it with a fearsome grip. “Will you marry me?”
“YES!”
“So... why’d we wait so long, again?”
Mary giggled. “I don’t know, just... used to things as they were I guess. God, Mom’s going to be so thrilled. How soon should we, y’know?”
“No rush. We’ve been living together for years, and even bought a house together. It’s not like we’ll get each other pregnant, so... next summer, maybe? Summer weddings are nice.”
Dinner was eclipsed by discussions and planning for the future, until the waiter delivered glasses of complimentary champagne at the end of the meal, and the two of them toasted their future, each other, and everyone around them.
They picked up another bottle of champagne on the way home, and had a very fine night of it indeed.
In the morning, Denise groaned as she opened her eyes. Their blinds didn’t quite fully darken the room, and the sun was sneaking through the gaps. One such gap was landing right on her face, so she shielded it with one hand. She considered going back to sleep, but her bladder had other ideas.
It was only once she’d sat down to pee that she realized just why her body felt so weird. Her shout shocked Mary out of her sleep, and she rushed to the bathroom to see what was wrong.
“Oh! You’re back to being... oop, sorry, I know you don’t like your deadname. Holy crap, I can’t believe we forgot we were supposed to re-venn you last night. Last time was our fifth anniversary, right?”
“It would seem so,” Denise replied acerbically. She wiped herself as best she could, shuddering at the touch. “Can we go find a Venn Machine, please? I want to get out of this nasty, ugly no-good body.” She stood up, and started poking at her arms.
“Hey, stop saying mean things about my sweetie. You are not ugly, not at all.”
“But...”
Mary pulled Denise into a hug and pointed her toward the bathroom mirror. “See? You’re sexy as hell like this.”
Denise blinked at the mirror owlishly. There was a tanned, muscular man in the mirror, cuddled against her fiancée. “Holy hell, is that me? How the hell did this happen? I was scrawny, you remember.”
“Yeah, but that was years ago. You were barely out of your teens. You’ve been exercising with me, and tanning on the beach. No wonder you’re looking good.”
“I look... good?” asked Denise in wonder. “That’s so weird to consider.” She turned back and forth, examining her body, then grimaced. “Even with this ugly thing poking up between my legs? Ugh, why is it growing...”
“Sexy naked woman standing next to you in the mirror?”
“Hah, probably.” There was a hint of a smile on Denise’s face.
“Look, I know we moved away from the Venn Machine near our old condo because we stopped using it, but... there has to be one nearby now. I’ll look it up, and we can have you back to a girl again soon.”
“How soon?”
Mary found her phone and did a quick map search. She started laughing. “Twin Pine mall has a Venn Machine. Less than ten minutes away. Can you hold out for ten minutes? Is your dysphoria that bad?”
Denise was still staring at the mirror. “Is this really me? I didn’t look like this.”
“You’d been on hormones for a year before the Venn Machines showed up.”
“Yeah, but I was a scrawny little twerp before that. Not...” Denise gestured toward the muscular, tanned guy in the mirror. “This. What the hell?”
“Is it bad? We could be dressed and out of here in five...” Mary’s gaze settled on Denise’s crotch. “Damn. You’re...”
“I know, sorry, it has a mind of its own. Sexy woman in mirror. Hell, sexy guy in mirror. Damn.”
“Don’t apologize. You look hot. If you weren’t freaking out, I’d drag you back to bed for another go-round.”
“Like this?” asked Denise, incredulously.
“Hon, we did it as cats, cobras... even crocodiles that one time.”
Denise smiled at the memory. “God, we did some crazy stuff back when we first found the Venn Machines. That was...” She turned her smile on Mary. “Are you serious?”
“Only if you won’t freak out. You... don’t look freaked out. How are you feeling?”
Denise flexed her muscles. “Weirdly good. Helps knowing that this is... just another body, right? I’m not stuck, I can change any time. Into anything.”
“Anything?” husked Mary. “Because... I would love to wear my sweetie again. You made the comfiest panties and bras.”
Denise looked away, eyes on the door to the walk-in closet. “Oh, yeah. I loved being worn by you. Why’d we stop?”
“You freaked out every time I venned you back. Being male for even a few seconds had you clawing at your skin.”
“That was what... five years ago?”
Mary nodded. “Yeah. We re-venned you in time on our fourth and fifth anniversaries, and then you figured it’d be easier to stop worrying about it if we just went every three years. Are you really okay, not just... I don’t know, this is just so weird.”
“Hah. Try it from this side. I’m not loving this body, but I see how you’re looking at it and...” Denise advanced on her fiancée, scooped her up, and deposited her on the bed. “I think I could enjoy this once in a while.”
Mary growled at Denise and pulled her close. “Show me.”
*** *** ***
“I love you so much,” murmured Denise sleepily as they lay basking in the afterglow.
“Love you too, hon. God, that was amazing, so much better than the strap-on.”
“Can I turn you into a guy sometime, then?”
Mary nodded languidly. “Sounds fun. It’s cool there’s a Venn Machine nearby now. Just a guy, or one of your scalie boy designs?”
“Oooh. You’d let me do that?”
“I love you, you goof. Yes. Especially if I get some comfy bra time out of the deal.”
There was a soft tapping from the door of the walk-in closet. “Um, speaking of which...”
“Oh my God. Sue? Holy crap, I can’t believe we forgot about you too. Yeah, come on out, we're all friends here.”
A woman wearing a yellow crop top and blue jeans emerged from the closet, looking a little wobbly on her legs. “Hey. Sorry to... intrude.”
“Never.” Mary pulled the sheet up so it mostly covered her and her sweetie, then patted the bed beside her. “Sit, tell me all about it. You were my sexiest nightie for three years, was it everything you wanted?”
Sue’s eyes lit up as she smiled. “It was everything. I completely forgot I was a person. I was just a thing. Owned. I’d go back in a heartbeat.” She sat cautiously beside Mary.
“You should try being human for a little bit first,” suggested Denise. “It’s pretty nice.”
Mary giggled and gave her fiancée a shove. “You. More than nice. Do we need to go to the mall now?”
“No,” said Denise, a heartbeat before Sue said “Yes.”
“You need to be human for long enough to remember the good bits,” insisted Denise. “Or else you’ll never leave the closet again.”
“Don’t care.”
“We care. You’re a friend, a good person who needed somewhere to stay and had a hell of a fantasy to go with it.”
Sue muttered something toward her knees. Mary poked her, and she sighed. “More than a fantasy. Wasn’t any fan of being human, so... yeah. Back to the closet please?”
“Sure.” “No.”
“Denise, she asked nicely.”
“And she still thinks she’s a nightie that suddenly became a woman. Just like I’m a woman who suddenly turned into a... a... Shit.” Denise gripped her hands around her arms. “I want to stay here and keep Sue safe but saying it out loud kinda made me aware of how I was coping. And... it’s kinda like I’m the coyote and just looked down. Falling pretty bad right now.”
“Get dressed, we can continue this discussion once you’re you again.” Mary hugged Denise tight. “I love you no matter what you look like, and you were so brave staying like this for me. Thank you.”
“For not freaking out?”
Mary’s grin was rather close to a leer. “For all the rest, too. Damn, hon. I hope we can do more of that some day.”
Denise gave her a very curt nod. “Some day. Maybe. If I can be a scaly boy it might not be so bad?”
By the time they made it to the mall Denise was struggling to keep from clawing at her arms, and it was only Sue’s grip on her hands that kept her from doing so. Thankfully, one of the Venn Machines was free, so they set it for three years and bundled Denise into it quickly. Mary entered the other side, and moments later Denise sighed with relief as her usual body returned.
“Thank you. So much better.”
“You’re welcome. I guess I don’t get bra time after all.”
Denise giggled. “Hm. Maybe you should... Bra, pleasure, pleasure, pretty bra... ooh, that one’s nice.”
“What are you...”
Denise tapped the display several times. “Even prettier. I’m giving you a chance to see how Sue feels.”
“But...” Mary’s objection was cut off as she crumpled to the floor of the Venn Machine.
Sue cackled from just outside, then scooped up the bra. “You turned her into... hey, she’s too small for me. Fooey.”
“I’ll be wearing her, thank you very much.” Denise held out her hand. Sue contemplated the bra for a little longer then sighed and passed her the pretty confection of lace.
“It’s no fair. Why can she be clothing, but not me?”
“Because you’re too keen on it. Dangerously so.”
“Just like you’re too keen on being a girl?” asked Sue, then saw the wounded look on Denise’s face. “Oh God, sorry, that was way out of line.”
Denise shook her head and took a deep breath. “No, no. It’s a fair point. Is that really how you feel? Do you hate being human so badly?”
Sue sighed, and flopped down into one of the mall chairs nearby. “God, I don’t know. I barely remember any of it. I was just a nightie, I fell so hard, so eagerly...” She studied the sheer fabric in Denise’s hands as the other woman sat beside her. “Do I really have to stay human?”
“Long enough that I can show you why being human is amazing. We’ll go for a walk in the park, then have a nice lunch, maybe catch a movie, and then dinner...”
“Sounds like a lovely date. Will your sweetie be okay with that?”
Denise squeezed the fabric of her fiancée. “We... had a deal. Haven’t used it in years, but never revoked it. If one of us is clothing, we can’t exactly be intimate. Being worn while someone... rrrh. So yeah, as long as I’m wearing her, anything goes.”
“Anything?” asked Sue eagerly. “Like, take me to bed and really show me what’s so great about being human anything?”
Denise nodded, petting the bra gently. “She’d love that.”
“Mmm. It is a pretty, lovely bra. Not a person. I bet I can make both of you forget it was ever human.”
Denise licked her lips. “Sounds... fun. What’s the bet?”
“If I win, you turn me into the matching panties.”
“She’s... uh, she’s changed for three years. So to match...”
Sue grinned wickedly. “Exactly. You get a new bra and panty set, and go find someone else to make you forget your new panties were ever human.”
“Agreed on the panty part, not the rest.”
Sue pretended to pout. “Fine.”
“And if you lose?”
“You turn me into whatever you want, for the next three years.”
Denise slapped her leg as she laughed at the offer. “Sounds like you win either way.”
“Anything,” Sue repeated. “If you insist I have to be a woman, I’ll stay that way for three years. Or you can turn me into panties. Or a trombone. Whatever you want.”
Denise’s eyes widened. “Oh! Can I... change my mind from time to time? Woman some of the time, and panties at others?”
“I accept.”
Denise moved the bra to her left hand, and proffered her right. They shook hands. “Do your worst.”
“Go put your new bra on first.”
Denise ducked into a nearby bathroom, and emerged with a plain blue bra in hand. She was ambushed by Sue who pulled her into a ferocious hug that nearly turned into a make-out session right there. “C’mon. Let’s go somewhere fun.”
That turned out to be Denise’s home, specifically their entry hall. And their living room. And the kitchen, the laundry room... and then the playroom.
“Holy crap. What’s this room?” gasped Sue. “So many toys...”
“It said playroom on the plans. So... bondage toys. Got a little carried away after my, uh... promotion.”
“Promotion? I thought you worked from home.”
Denise pointed to a fancy camera rig in one corner. “I do. These days it’s...”
“Oooh, you do online porn?”
Denise blushed and nodded. “Yeah. An old college friend got me into it, and sent a bunch of her fans my way when she retired to have kids. I know it’s kind of off-putting, but...”
“Can I join the show?” asked Sue, eagerly. “It’s not like I have a job...”
Denise’s confused look made Sue giggle. “Seriously, Denise, I’m OK with this. I think it sounds like fun.”
“It can get... um, pretty raunchy. I tend to go with whatever the big donors ask for. So the gear gets... damn. We could put on a way better show. Are you serious about this? Do you know how this stuff works?”
“Yes and yes.”
Denise scampered over to the camera rig, and started typing. “Little early for my usual show, but there’ll be a few of the east coasters around. My hours have always been a bit irregular, so we’ve got a notification system... and done. Hah, half a dozen already.” She waved to the camera. “Hey guys. I’ve got a friend over, and she’s keen to help out with the show. Treat her nice, and this might become a regular thing.”
“I’d rather be venned into your outfit for the show,” said Sue. “But this looks fun too.”
“We’ll do that too. Right now, I need someone to...” Denise looked over the donation messages. “Ooh, yeah. Bondage time. Grab a spreader bar and get busy.”
Over the course of the show, Denise got more and more of her bondage gear applied, until she was hogtied on the bed and barely able to squirm. The money was flowing in at an impressive rate.
Sue grinned at the latest big donation. “A flogger? Yeah, I saw one... oh it was from you? Bonus points for thinking ahead.” She pulled it down from the wall and swished it about a few times. “Feels like a good one. Hey Denise, ready for this to get a proper workout?”
Denise whimpered around the ball gag, then nodded.
“Okay. Safeword is three quick squeaks. I want a good long squeak after each blow to say thank you. Got it?”
Squeak!
After a few warm-up blows, Sue got a half-dozen good swats in before Denise started squeaking rapidly. It wasn’t exactly the agreed upon three squeaks, but she dropped the flogger and pulled off the gag even so. “Shit, girl, are you okay?”
Denise panted for breath then nodded. “Okay now. Couldn’t get enough air, started blacking out.”
Sue’s grin grew sly. “So I should continue, without the gag?”
“See what the viewers want. It stings, but I could probably take more.”
Sue moved to the computer and checked out the chat. “Man, you have some wholesome fans. Someone started ‘aftercare’ trending, and everyone’s saying it now.”
“Sounds nice. I could use a drink of water...” Denise bobbed her head in the direction of a small fridge by the computer.
Sue got a bottle of water and returned to Denise’s side. “Here. Small sips at first, right?”
Denise did her best to follow the advice, but soon she’d drained the bottle. Sue started untying and unbuckling the restraints. As soon as she could move, Denise pulled Sue into a hug, ignoring the clatter of the still half-attached spreader bar and various cuffs. “Thank you.”
After some tender cuddling, Denise hobbled to the computer and gingerly sat in the chair. “Hey all. Did you have fun? Should I do something like this again?”
Sue chuckled softly. “Or should I be part of her bondage gear next time? I think someone has forgotten something...”
Denise’s eyes went wide and her hands flew to her bra. “Oh crap. Mary! Huh. I guess you guys got a three person show...”
There was a lot of cheering in the comments, even after Denise shut off the camera.
*** *** ***
Mary wobbled uncertainly out of the Venn Machine and into Denise’s arms. “Hey, love. How are you feeling?”
Mary gestured loosely with her arms. “Loopy. Dazed. How long?”
“Two days.”
Mary’s eyes drifted to Sue. “And you...”
Sue met her gaze briefly, then looked away. “Yeah. Denise said you had a deal, if you’re inanimate you’re not...”
“It’s okay. Better than okay,” reassured Mary. She straightened up, but didn’t leave the circle of Denise’s arms. “How do I...”
Sue grinned. “Takes a little while to get used to humaning again. We’re not in a rush, I belong to Denise for the next three years.”
Mary looked confused. “Belong? But...”
A wicked twinkle sparkled in Sue’s eye. “I bet I could make her forget you were human, and I won. Now we’ll be a matching bra and panty set for the next three years.”
“Mmm. Okay.”
“That’s not what I agreed to,” Denise pointed out.
“Please?” begged Mary. “Wanna be your bra.”
Denise shot Sue a glare that softened to a grin at the other woman’s insouciant expression. “What am I going to do with the two of you? You have a job, Mary. We’re engaged, we have a life.”
“You said you made twice as much on last night’s stream as you have on any other,” Sue noted with an impish grin. “You could handle the bills yourself.”
“I’d need one or the other of you human to do shows like that.”
“I’ll take turns. Mary?”
“I don’t know if I could appear on screen. What if someone from work sees me?”
Denise scooted Mary over to a nearby chair, and gently set her down in it. “Wait here. Someone’s about to become my panties. Then we can figure something out.”
*** *** ***
Some months later, Denise sighed as she poked at her favourite pair of panties. “This just isn’t working.”
Mary glanced over at her wife from her seat at the vanity. “Are those the Sue panties? We made her identical to the others in the box. We even cut out the tags so there’s no text for the Venn Machines to screw up. How can you tell?”
“She’s the most comfortable pair by far. It’s not even close.”
Mary laughed. “Figures. Why are you so keen on not knowing if you’re wearing her or not?”
“You remember that first session? When I forgot I was wearing you?”
Mary looked away wistfully. “Yeah... Can we do that again someday? I liked being part of your show.”
Denise blinked. “But you’ve refused to be on camera. Something about professional image, wasn’t it?” A little resentment leaked into her voice. “I mean, I get it but...”
“Your fans are a menace! They figured out where I work and emailed my boss about the bra thing. He watched the episode!”
“Oh God, really? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mary shrugged. “He said to keep it quiet. Nobody else picked up on it, but he made it clear that if there was a ‘next time’ we might not get so lucky.”
“Ugh. So... why now?”
“You brought it up. But... being your bra for all that was amazing. I still have dreams about it. Really good dreams. Those mornings it’s hard to drag myself out of bed and get ready for work. Could you really support us?”
Denise nodded eagerly. “I’m making tons of money. It’s just...” She sighed. “This business is fickle. If my fans find a new shiny thing, my income could plummet.”
“So? The company I work for is having rough times financially. For all I know I’ll be out of a job in a month. I could get another job, you could get a job... as long as it’s one where they don’t care you’re infamous online.”
Densie blew a raspberry. “I’d rather hire on as your bra while you work than actually do a desk job. Boooring.”
“I’m sure we could find something suitable to your talents. You might make a nice mailbox.”
Denise tried to look shocked at the suggestion then started to giggle. “You wouldn’t.”
“Stapler? You’d get slammed multiple times a day.”
That got Denise laughing outright. “No! Something softer.”
“Oooh, a squishy cushion for my chair. Super comfy.”
Denise stopped laughing and grinned. “You’re on. We can hit the Venn Machine on your way to work. I don’t have anything special to do until the show later tonight.”
“I was... well, not entirely joking. Sure, what the hell. Like old times.”
“Yeah!” Denise took another look at the pair of panties, then tossed it aside. “Can’t wear these if I’m venning.”
“Oh. Right. Have you thought about asking that company you use to handle your fans when they mail themselves in?”
“Services Unlimited? Ask them what?”
“Dunno. They claim to be able to handle literally any request. They’ll come up with something where you won’t know what Sue is.”
*** *** ***
Denise shows off a fancy wooden box to the camera. It is made of what looks like polished oak, with an inlay of some darker wood that formed a question mark on the side. “Services Unlimited just dropped off this week’s Mystery Box. Want to see what’s inside? As always, everything in here is venned. Some of the objects are fans, but I don’t know which. Lucky fans might get worn all week. Unlucky ones might just get used on one of this week’s shows. Let’s dive right in.”
She opens the box by lifting off the lid with a flourish that shows off the question mark inlaid into it as well. The lid is set aside, but she keeps the box upright so the camera can’t see what’s inside. After rootling around a bit, she pulls up a shimmery green strap. As she teasingly draws it higher, the cups of the attached bra emerge – they look like seashells. “Ooh, this one’s pretty. I wonder if there’s a costume tail to go with them.”
Denise pulls off her plain white T-shirt, revealing she isn't wearing a bra. Without any apparent concern for the thousands of people watching her stream, she hooks the seashell bra and spins it into place. “Tada! Lovely, right?” She cups her hands under her breasts and gives them a jiggle. “Super comfy, too. Definitely has potential to go the week.”
She rolls her eyes at the comments in the chat. “No, I’m not going to keep anyone forever. Come on, when have I ever worn anything for more than a few shows? I mean, I could see a month for some of the best stuff I can wear day to day...”
Numbers start appearing in the stream and she chuckles. “Okay, fine. The first box next month will be a month-box. Everyone gets changed for two months, and anything I like will be kept for at least one. The rest go back at the end of the week. I’ll need to set up a special box to keep my treasures in...”
The next item she pulls out of the box is a shimmering purple sweater. She wriggles into it, cooing all the time about how comfy it is. “I wish I’d agreed to the month box sooner. This is sooo amazing, it feels like I’m wearing a cloud. I’ll be wearing this one all week, between shows.”
She giggles at the protests in the chat about her getting less naked rather than more. Many of the regulars are already shushing the protests. She blows them a kiss for it. “Patience will be amply rewarded. Though... I think I saw a pretty skirt that’d match.”
Denise proceeds to add tights, ballet flats, a hair tie and a pair of fingerless gloves to her outfit, all from the box. She dances for her fans, adding a few panty-revealing kicks that set chat roiling. Soon after that, bits of clothing start coming off, until she’s down to just the sweater once more.
A gem encrusted bra emerges from the box, and Denise shakes her head. “Nope, it’d snag on the sweater. I’ll wear it next show. Mmm, what else to play with tonight... oooh, this looks like fun.”
A shiny purple dildo emerges, and gets put to good use. Next up is a satin blindfold, that makes the next few toys extra challenging to discern the purpose of, and to use.
Toward the end of the show, she starts putting things away. Most go into a box marked “used”, a few favourites go back in the mystery box to be used in the next show. The sweater is set aside. While she’s winding up, someone in chat asks when her guest host will be back.
Denise shrugs. “You might have seen her tonight. I honestly don’t know if any of these things are venned people. They’re venned, that’s easy enough to tell, but some might be T shirts. I don’t know and you don’t know. That’s the fun of it. I’ll treat you like things, if you send yourself in. I’d honestly forgotten she was in the collection. I haven’t seen her in months.”
*** *** ***
“I have a treat for you all tonight. Services Unlimited finally filled up the year-box, and it’s here! Look, isn’t it pretty?” Denise holds up a box that’s somewhat smaller than the usual week and month boxes, but distinctly more ornate. It’s a lustrous purple, shining in the light as if it was carved out of amethyst. “I don’t know how they do it. I suppose it’s venned. I wonder if it’s one of you? I’m keeping everything in here for the next six months, more if I take a shine to it.”
She opens the box and coos delightedly as she lifts up a shimmering purple sweater. “It’s back! Ooh, and I get to keep it for the whole year? Oh, this is wonderful. You guys, you have no idea, this thing is so amazing and soft and just...” She hugs it to her chest, then sets it aside. “But I see a bra down there, so perhaps we’ll see what the whole effect is.”
Denise slowly works her way through the box, and it is a lovely ensemble. Comfortable purple flats, smoke grey leggings, a pair of deep purple panties and a matching bra. There’s also a calf-length skirt in purple paisley that looks lovely when paired with the sweater. To top it all of there’s a bright purple scrunchie with pink highlights. She puts the whole outfit on a piece at a time, parading about in it at each step. “And that’s the lot. I get to wear it all at once, this is so perfect. Services Unlimited has really outdone themselves this time. So... yeah, none of this is going back until the year is up. I mean, venned clothing is always comfortable, but this is seriously next level. I wish I could keep all of it.”
There are many volunteers to do just that in the chat. After a round of teasing and testing, some of it coming from Denise herself, most admit they don’t want to vanish forever. One, though, is quite insistent that he wants to be a bra, not a person. Another pipes up, “Get Services Unlimited to change you for a Saturn, and I’ll wear you.”
Denise blinks at the screen, and expresses the confusion that many there relay. “What do you mean, a Saturn?”
Several in the chat explain, stepping on each other’s comments chaotically. Denise shushes them. “Angel99, you mentioned it first. Can you explain it for the rest of us?”
[Angel99] You have to know it’s there. If you swipe the duration icons, another one comes up. It’s very clearly Saturn, orbiting the Sun very slowly compared to the year icon. I don’t know anyone who has been daring enough to use it. If it works like the others... Saturn’s orbit is just under 30 years.
“So one Saturn is thirty years, and three would be almost ninety? Oh. I have to do that.”
Chat goes more than a little wild at that comment, and Denise sighs. “Yes, I’m venned. Used to be a guy, hated it so much I nearly killed myself. Then the Venn Machines showed up and after playing with them for a while I settled on a body I loved. Did the three year thing, accidentally forgot to refresh it once... This is going to be such a relief, knowing I won’t change back for a lifetime.”
There are a few ‘actuallys’ in there, pointing out that with the Venn Machines, one could potentially live indefinitely. Denise shrugs that off. “Maybe so, maybe not. We have our allotted span. After ninety years as a woman, maybe I’ll be ready for something else.”
[SimpleSimon42] And maybe after thirty years as a bra I’ll be ready for something else. Panties, perhaps.
[Angel99] Still serious about wearing you.
[SimpleSimon42] Done. Tell Services Unlimited what size and colour you want.
There was much squeeing in the comments.
*** *** ***
Three months after the first arranged Saturn, Denise’s channel had become as much about her wearing her anonymized fans as it had become a nexus for those who wanted to be changed for the truly long term. Angel99 had a collection of Saturn bras, and a few pairs of panties. Several others had also stepped up to take on volunteers, but she was far and away the leader. Even Denise had a Saturn bra, a gift from an anonymous fan.
Volunteers were rare and special, and there were enough people interested in them that bidding wars had started to become the way to resolve who would get them. The most recent auction had gone into four figures. Services Unlimited had arranged to hold the money until the volunteer was restored, and claimed they would invest it wisely. The volunteer was likely to have a substantial payday when they returned.
[Angel99] Have you ever considered putting yourself up for auction? You’d make a mint.
[QuiteContrary36D] Do it! Do it!
Denise bit her lip. “I... I mean, it is tempting. I’d love to go in the box for a month. Be part of a raffle, maybe. Get a dozen of you monthies together with me. Then the lucky winners each get one of us, but don’t know who...”
[QuiteContrary36D] Nope. I want you, specifically. $1k for the month.
Denise sucked in a breath, but still felt lightheaded. “I make more than that.”
[QuiteContrary36D] But it’s a lot of work and time and effort. This would be a vacation from all that. Your fans would understand, especially if I send a few pictures in...
Denise squeaked. “Oh God. I...”
Then the bidding started.
Denise watched the numbers climb, the eagerness of her fans to own her. She could feel her face burning, feel her breath catch every time it went up further.
[QuiteContrary36D] For this much, I want the full year.
Denise squeaked out an affirmative. And the numbers went higher. Finally, QuiteContrary36D dropped a six figure bid. For a Saturn.
There were no more bids. Chat went silent, but for one comment:
[Angel99] Are you going to do it?
Denise tried to get control of her emotions. “I... yes. That would double my savings after doing this for three years. I love you all, and before I go I’ll put up links to my besties. Go subscribe to them and shower them with love and fun venns.”
She blew the camera a kiss. “Bye all. Be good to each other, especially when they’ve turned themselves into something amazing for you.”
Denise clicked the camera off for what she expected was the last time. She posted the links she’d promised, then shut down her computer. Slowly she stripped out of her favourite clothes, and set them all in the year-box. She called Services Unlimited to come pick up the pending boxes and see that they got handled correctly.
Then she made her way up the stairs to the main floor of her house, and sought out her wife. “So, Mary, Mary quite contrary... You own me.”
Mary turned from her computer which was showing the channel’s chat. “You knew?”
“Yeah. But... that was a fantastic way to wrap it up. Thank you. And...” she bit her lip. “I’m quite serious. Saturn me into something amazing.”
“Not going to get Services Unlimited to do it for you? It’s only fair, after all they’ve done. You should get the full treatment.”
*** *** ***
Mary stands in a bright kitchen as the video starts. She’s wearing an ornate purple silk blouse that seems to cling to her body. It looks out of place in the setting. “Hey everyone. Yes, I’m that Mary, and the proud owner of your previous host. Isn’t it pretty? As promised, it’s a Saturn change, though I suspect I’ll be getting it vennailored from time to time.”
She gestures to the room around her. “I’m not going to do the same kind of show. No R-rated stuff, no sending in sex toys. I’ll gladly accept aprons and kitchen utensils, however. And I’ll raffle off the cookies I make here, we’ve got a shipping account that might as well see use.”
Chat fills with questions. Mary nods about the main one. “Oh, yes, that’s the main reason I got talked into doing this. The raffles for long changes will continue. I inherited the bra, resized to fit. I’m even wearing it right now, though it’s not going to be visible.”
Mary grins at the next offer. “I’m set for major appliances, but I’d love a good mixer or other professional stuff. Ingredients? Like...” She blinks and giggles. “Flour, sugar, stuff like that? Okay... but one month minimums, and I’m not going to be careful to keep half of you so you can change back. If we do this, you’re anonymous, and I won’t have the cookies falling apart in transit.”
Others in chat point out that that means the venned people will become part of whoever eats them. They’ll still change back, but the weight won’t go away, unlike pastries from the Guilt-Free bakeries. Mary ponders that and starts to smile. “Sure. I’ll nibble on you, and volunteers can get a dozen cookies sent to whoever they choose. Sound good?”
There is much cheering in chat. Mary pulls out an apron emblazoned with “Saturn’s Kitchen”, and once she’s worn it long enough to show off the channel’s new name she claps her hands and turns to the bowls sitting on the counter. “Let’s get baking!”
*** *** ***
Denise sighed softly as she emerged from the Venn Machine. “How long?”
“Four months. We moved the channel to a non-porno site, and we’re still making money like crazy.”
“We?”
“You might have forgotten about Sue, but I hadn’t.”
Denise grinned. “Oh! What is she now?”
“Human. Very male. Going to be disappointed that you’re not clothing.”
Denise eyed her wife. “We never did cancel that deal, did we?”
“Nope,” Mary replied with a grin. “Second thoughts?”
“About being human, not about that.”
Mary shook her head. “My turn.”
Denise turned to the machine, and set it up for thirty years. Mary grinned and stepped inside.
“Not afraid I’ll forget about you?”
“Not in the slightest,” replied Mary fearlessly. “As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter what I am.”
Denise mulled that for a few moments, then brought up Mary’s history. “Hm. Someone’s been having fun. Scaly boy.”
“Oh, yeah. I got Services Unlimited to design that one.” Mary purred as she felt the scaly, muscular shape replace her own. “Want to let Sue run the channel for a while? I could step back for a while and get used to this shape.”
Denise shook her head. “I know what she wants. She can be your cohost.”
“My blouse? She’s been asking, yeah.”
“Good.”
When two scalies showed up at the house, one exaggeratedly male, the other very female, Sue just grinned. “Yes! How long?”
“Not planning on ever being human again. Nor should you.”
“Now?”
Both of the lizards sighed sibilantly, and nodded. “See you in the next Services Unlimited box.”