Mike pulled out Meghan’s chair at the Brass Duckling, then took his own seat.  “You look very nice tonight,” he complimented.  “That dress is fantastic.”

Meghan smiled at the compliment, and practically glowed with excitement.  Mike gave her an appraising look then sighed softly.  “I really appreciate that we’ve been on two dates here without you mentioning Venn Machines even once.”

Meghan was practically vibrating with excitement.  “It’s been really, really hard, but I didn’t want to put you off.”

“I can tell you’re about to burst, so yes, you can talk about them.  Let me start with a guess... you’re wearing Alice.”

Meghan let out her breath explosively as she nodded.  “You’re not mad?  You said we’d go dancing afterward, and Alice hasn’t been dancing as a dress in forever and she really really wanted to and I wanted a new dress for the date and...”  She stopped to inhale.

“It’s OK.”  Mike reached over and patted the dress softly, right over Meghan’s breast.  “Hi Alice.  Sorry about what I said at the club.”

Meghan pinked from some of the looks the old ladies at the restaurant were giving them.  “She can’t really hear right now.  You know what it was like.”

“I’ve been trying to forget... no, that’s not right.  I’ve been trying to forget certain incidents, but not the time with you.  I can’t forget what it felt like to hold you all night.  All I could hear was your heartbeat, and the thump of the speakers.”

“So you’d do it again?”

“Uh...  I’d kind of rather not.  I like being able to move.”

“Oh,” said Meghan weakly.  “I...  Look, I’ll just hit the locker and change, then.  Alice will understand.”

Meghan got out of her seat, and Mike got up to stop her.  He scooped her into a hug followed by a kiss that practically melted her in his arms.  “Stay.  Alice can stay too.”

Meghan blinked up at him, then grinned.  “Really?”

Mike guided her back to her seat, and returned to his.  “Really.  It’s your body, I shouldn’t tell you what to do or not to do with it.  I still think it’s weird, but you seem to enjoy it.”

Meghan’s smile seemed to light up the room.  (Actually, it was just one of the waitresses turning up the lights, as the sun was going down.)  “So you’d be OK with... anything I come up with?  As long as I don’t try to change you?”

Mike’s lips quirked into a half grin.  “That sounds like a challenge.  But you know what?  I accept.”

Meghan clapped her hands together.  “Oooh.  This is going to be fun.  What are the terms?”

“You get three tries.  It has to be something you’ll find fun for eight hours.”

Meghan leaned in, and took Mike’s hands.  “You have to use me properly.”

“OK.  But something that requires exertion, I wouldn’t necessarily be able to use for eight hours straight.”

“So that’s no to the blow-up doll...”

“I was thinking more like exercise equipment.  But yeah, just because I can’t... uh, use you for eight hours straight like that shouldn’t count.  I’d still stay with you.”

The waitress cleared her throat, and they both blushed and looked up at her.  “Yes?”

“Do I need to give you a few minutes?”

Mike looked at Meghan, then shook his head.  “Nah, just our usual.”

“OK.  Caesar salad with chicken for the lady, and a burger with side salad and fries.”

“That’d be great.”

The waitress retreated rather more quickly than usual.

“I accept your terms,” said Meghan.  “What do I get if you lose?”

Mike mused for a while.  “Me.  You get to change me three times, any way you like.”

“For as long as I like?”

Mike laughed.  “No.  I have to go to work.”

“OK.  Three changes, changing back before you have your next shift.  Better hope you don’t get laid off.”

“Hey!  Max of one week if I don’t have a job.”

“Can’t set it for a week.  Make it a month.”

“Fine.  I’m not going to lose.  What do I get if I win?”

“Us.  Same deal.  You get to turn me and Alice into your wildest fantasy.”

“Time limit?”

Meghan grinned.  “None.  The call center won’t care if I just stop showing up one day.  Happens all the time.”

“You’re crazy.”

Meghan’s face broadened into a smile.  “I don’t intend to lose.”

Their food arrived, and the discussion was dropped for the rest of the evening.  They went dancing at Changes afterward.  Meghan made a point of showing off Alice to her friends, to whistles of approval.  

Mike actually paid attention to the crowd this time, and started noticing some odd things.  “Uh, Meghan... I’m seeing a lot of collars here.  And... are those tails?”

Meghan followed his gaze, and nodded.  “Yup.  The petplay folks are here in force tonight.  They have to dial it down a bit, otherwise people complain about allergies.”

“That’s dialing it down?  That girl has cat-ears.”

“Some of them spend the weekend as actual cats.  Not quite my thing, but I can see the appeal.”

A little later Meghan saw Mike staring at a woman in a dress made entirely of artfully placed leather straps.  She snuggled up against him.  “Like what you see?”

“Uh...  Are the bondage folks here, too?”

“Oh yeah.  This place used to be called Dominos, very BDSM friendly.  A lot of the community took to the Venn Machines like ducks to water when they showed up.  Kind of like the dating site you met me on.”

“Wait... That site is for Venn fans?  Well, that explains a lot.”

Meghan giggled, and led Mike out the dance floor.

Mike had a great time, dancing mostly with Meghan, but sometimes with her other friends as well.  Meghan and the others took off to the ladies’ room en masse, and afterward Mike had to smile at all the jealous looks going Meghan’s way.

After the club, Meghan led Mike to a nice looking building across the street from the mall.

“What are we doing here?” asked Mike.

“Dropping off Alice at her place.  She’s going to change back in a couple hours.”  Meghan opened one of the third floor condos with a key, and they went inside.

“Wow,” breathed Mike as he looked around the dimly lit rooms. “This place is way bigger than both of our apartments combined.  Nice.”

Meghan disappeared into a bedroom, and returned in a slightly rumpled dress much simpler  than the floral confection she’d been wearing.  She laid the Alice-dress on a couch, and blew it a kiss.  “Night sweetie.  Hope you had as much fun as we did.”

Mike shook his head.  “She looks lonely like that.  How can a dress look lonely?”

“We could take her with us, but she’d reappear at 3am and wake us up.”

“I...”

Meghan laughed.  “I don’t want to share you with her.  Yet.”

“Yet?”

Meghan giggled nervously, then covered by saying, “I’ll have you wearing both of us, one day.”

Mike laughed.  “I don’t doubt that at all.  Goodnight, Alice.  Sleep well.  Next time we won’t leave you like this.”

Meghan stared at Mike as she locked the door.  “Next time?”

Mike nodded.  “Next time.  I remember enough about being a dress that I don’t like leaving a person like that.”

Meghan smiled.  “Oh, you.  What did we do to deserve you?”

Mike said simply, “You put up with me freaking out.”

“C’mon.  My place tonight.”

Mike scooped her up and carried her down the hallway to the elevator, to much squealing and laughter.

* * *

“Trial one,” announced Alice.  “I will be changing Meghan to a form of her choosing.”  She was standing with Meghan and Mike in front of the Venn Machine, proud in her role as the official judge of the challenge.

Meghan set the machine for a third of a day, then turned to Mike.  “Your job is to take me home and...” she chuckled.  “Make use of me.”

Mike shook his head.  “What are you planning.”  It wasn’t a question, as Alice and Meghan had already entered the machine and the doors had cut them off.  All he could do was wait and wonder.

Alice popped out in a couple of minutes, and grinned at him.  “She came out beautifully!”

Mike turned to the other door nervously.  At first he thought that Meghan had been replaced with one of his favourite porn stars.  Then he saw the inflation valves, and the ribbed mouth stuck in a wide-open O.  “She’s a ...”

“A doll.  Mostly silicone, but those valves over her breasts let you inflate them as big as you’d like.”

Mike’s eyes went wide.  “Oh, wow.  I sure won’t have any trouble using this...  I mean her.”

Alice’s eyes danced with merriment.  “You have to get her home, remember.  And keep her within arm’s length for the next eight hours, or you forfeit the round.”

Mike’s expression fell.  “But she’s naked.  I can’t take her on the bus.”

Alice giggled.  “If you need some clothes for her, I’d be willing to help.”

“Can I turn you into a burkha?”

Alice shook her head.  “That wouldn’t be fair.”

Mike picked up Meghan.  “Wow.  She doesn’t feel like a blow-up doll.  She feels... real.”

“As real as I could manage, while still turning her into a thing.  Have fun!”  Alice skipped off down the hallway.

Mike sighed, and pulled out his phone.  A cab ride home was more expensive than the bus, but today... so worth it.

The cabbie could barely take his eyes off the rear view mirror the entire drive.

Carrying an ultra-realistic naked love-doll up the stairs to his apartment proved to be an exercise in acute embarrassment.  Three of the old ladies in his apartment spotted him, and Mrs. Fowler from the apartment down the hall tut-tutted that a boy like him with a girlfriend like his shouldn’t need a doll like that.  Mike grinned at her.  “This is my girlfriend.  She had a friend turn her into this as a sort of present.  Or prank.  I’m still not sure which.”

She watched him walk to his apartment with her mouth open in shock.  Eventually she turned away, muttering softly, “Lucky guy.”  As she entered her apartment she called out, “Henry!  I want to go to the mall.”

Mike spent the first hour talking to his doll-friend as if she was real, and they sat together through one of his favourite TV shows.  Then he couldn't stand it any more‒he threw her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bedroom where he made exhaustive use of her and all her love-doll parts.

Later, once he'd recovered a bit, he tried inflating the doll’s breasts.  Getting enough pressure into them to get them up more than a couple of cup sizes proved very hard on his lungs.

"Damn," wheezed Mike.  "I really need a foot pump.  Time to get you cleaned up so we can go to the hardware store."

One of his old T-shirts got stretched out of shape over the doll’s chest.  Between that and a pair of shorts from the small pile of Meghan’s clothes that were accumulating in his closet, the doll looked at least somewhat decent.  It still made the trip to the hardware store something of a trial, as everyone he passed gave him pitying looks.  The pretty sales assistant in the camping section just boggled at him when he asked after the air mattress pumps.  He had to ask three times.

“Sorry.  I...  Wow.  You want to pump that up further?”

“She’s not pumped up at all.  Here, feel her.”  Mike held out the doll’s hand to the girl, who squeezed it wonderingly.

“It’s almost like she’s real.  I’ve never seen one so realistic before.  Where did you get her?”

“Venn Machine.”

The sales assistant squeaked, and dropped the hand.  “She’s... real?  She let you do this to her?”

Mike snickered. “More like she did this to me.  I have to take her everywhere I go, until she changes back.”

“Oh.”  She looked flustered, and was slowly turning redder.

Mike prompted her a fourth time. “Foot pumps?”

She squeaked again, and pointed the way.

The cashier, at least, said nothing about his companion as he rung up the pair of foot-pumps.  Once he’d bagged them, the cashier casually mentioned that the drugstore on the opposite corner sold lubricant.  Mike ignored the warmth in his cheeks, it had been his constant companion since leaving his apartment anyway.  He simply thanked the man, and carried his doll to the drugstore as well.

At the drugstore he was merely asked matter-of-factly, “Will that be all?”

Mike nodded, then softly added, “Thanks for not making this weirder than it already is.”

The guy at the till, who looked about Mike’s age, just grinned.  “I recognized you from the club.  Is that Meghan?”  Mike nodded mutely.  “Cool.  Have fun with her.”

Mike started slightly, then chuckled.  “Thanks.”  As he walked home he pondered that reaction.  Was turning your girlfriend into a love-doll just another day to these people?  He couldn’t imagine becoming used to it.

After inflating Meghan’s chest to the size of beach balls, Mike decided that maybe he could get used to that part...  They certainly were fun to play with, especially with the lube.

When Meghan turned back to flesh in the wee hours of the morning, she kissed Mike awake then proceeded to show him just how much she had enjoyed what he’d done with her.

* * *

In the morning, they ate a hurried breakfast then returned to the mall.  Meghan wondered what the rush was, and Mike said he just wanted to get it over with.  When they got there, Alice was sitting on a bench near the Venn Machine, watching people come and go.

“You missed a couple of good ones.  One girl ended up as a tennis racquet,” commented Alice as they walked up.  Meghan didn’t answer, she just put some money in the Venn Machine.

“Trial two already?” asked Alice.

Meghan nodded.  “Yep.  Mike passed the test of embarrassment.  Ready for what’s next?”

Alice nodded, while Mike just looked puzzled.

“Remember what I said about being a dress,” said Meghan.  Mike nodded.  “Well,” she continued, “that goes double here.  I expect you to use me, and use me well.  On her.”

“On Alice?” Mike asked in confusion.  “I don’t understand.”

“Just understand this.  As long as I’m involved, you have my permission to do anything.”

“Anything?”

Alice grinned, and nodded.  “Anything.”

“Hell, do everything.”  Meghan added.

Mike sputtered incoherently while the two women stepped into the Venn Machine and vanished from view.  He sighed, shrugged, and waited.  Then waited some more.  They’d never taken this long before.

Finally, the doors reappeared, and Alice skipped out, eyes shining with delight.  “Such a pain to get this right, but a little birdie told me you’d love the result.”

Mike stared into the Venn Machine at the pile of leather straps.  “The result... what is she?”

Alice picked up something that looked like a collar, and a tangle of straps came with it.  She shook them out, and they fell into a very minimal sort of outfit.  There were buckles and D-rings everywhere.

Mike swallowed nervously, but his eyes belied his eagerness.  “She’s... bondage gear?  How did you...”

Alice giggled.  “Somebody doesn’t clean up his history after browsing.  And somebody else,” she gave the leather outfit a little shake, “did some snooping and found the bondage sites you like.”

“Oh.  My.  God.  She saw...”

“Everything.  She knew I used to be into that stuff, and shared a few of the better links.  I like your taste.  Come on, pick up the rest of it.”

Mike wordlessly scooped up the tangle of straps, bars, and rings, making sure he didn’t leave anything behind.  Losing bits of your girlfriend would be a bad thing, he figured.  He shook his head, amazed that it had become an issue.

Once his arms were full and the machine was empty, Mike looked over at Alice again.  “Uh... now what?  I’m tempted to go buy a bag to put all this in.”

“No!  No bags.  Gotta carry it the fun way.”  Alice gave the harness she was carrying a suggestive wiggle.

“Carry it where?”

Alice grinned at him saucily.  “My place isn’t far, and I’ve got a four-poster bed.”

“Uh...”

“It’s custom made with extra attachment points.”  Alice started walking out of the mall.

Mike followed, looking shell-shocked.  By the time they’d made it to Alice’s condo, he’d only managed to come up with one question.  “Are you sure Meghan’s OK with all this?”

Alice winked at him.  “We are... very close.  You heard what Meghan said.  Now wait here with the rest of her, while I go change into something less comfortable.”

Mike shrugged, and sat on the couch.  He started picking through his armload of leather bits and bobs, sorting them by length and purpose.  He’d stared at pictures of this sort of stuff thousands of times, but never handled it before.  Still, he had a pretty good idea what everything except the feather were for.

When Alice appeared from her bedroom dressed in only Meghan’s leather harness, Mike’s eyes bulged.  It fit her like it was made for her, and left not one thing to the imagination.  If anything, it framed her breasts and drew the eye to them.

“C’mon, big boy.  Let’s put all those straps to good use.”

Mike didn’t need to be asked twice, and followed her into the bedroom.  However, it was soon obvious that he had no real clue what he was doing.

“For a guy with a bondage fetish you really suck at this,” Alice said with a grin.  She was tangled in leather straps, a few of which were hooked to the bed.  It wasn’t pretty, but it did keep her from moving very much.  “Weren’t you a Boy Scout?”

“Meghan told you that, huh?  What I didn’t tell her was that I failed the knot-tying badge four times.”

“But these are buckles, not knots.  Come on, it’s not that hard.  It works a lot better if you keep the straps flat, otherwise they dig in something fierce.”  Alice wriggled, then winced.  “Ow.  Damnit, Moonstone.”

“What?”

“Just get me out of this mess.”

As Mike started untangling everything, he asked.  “What was that about the moon?”

Alice shook an arm free, then started helping him unbuckle the rest of the straps.  “Moonstone.  If we get this sorted out and working right, I’ll... likely end up saying a lot of things I don’t mean.  Like ‘please let me go you heartless monster’.  Don’t let me out, unless I say Moonstone - that means I really am in over my head, and to stop everything and let me out.”

“So it’s all a... game?”  Mike asked, disappointedly.

“Hey, it’s not...  OK, in a way it is.  The very best kind of game where both people end up sweaty and happy at the end.”

“Oh, that sounds like...”  Then Mike’s eyes widened.  “Wait, I’m supposed to do that, to you? How far does this go?”

Alice looked deep into his eyes and said, “All the way.  You heard her.”

Mike stared at Alice uncertainly, “I know what she said, but it feels like I’d be going behind her back to screw her best friend.”

“She’s right here.  She’ll feel everything you do, trapped against my body and even more helpless than me.”  Alice stole a peek at Mike’s groin, and saw how the idea affect him.  “She’ll be bound in the bondage gear itself.  Unable to move, subject to your every whim.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to have a threesome with my girlfriend, the bondage gear.”

Alice grinned victoriously.  “But you are.  And we’re all going to love it.”

Once Mike had been adequately trained in the use of the straps, and a couple of Moonstone calls later, he finally had Alice bound immobile on the bed with all the straps tight and neat.

“Now,” he said, “There’s only one bit left we haven’t used.”  He flourished the feather, and Alice’s eyes went wide.  “Ticklish?”

“Oh, no you don’t.  Don’t you dare tickle me with tha... ahahahaha!  Stop!  No!  EEEEEEE!”  Mike hesitated for a moment at ‘Stop’.  Then remembered Alice’s earlier comment about saying things she didn’t really mean.  He dove in with gusto, and her pleas just made him laugh harder.

Eventually, Mike allowed Alice a break to catch her breath.  He stared down at her, lost in wonder at how beautiful she looked as she lay there panting, sheened with sweat, and still weakly struggling at her bonds.  He hadn’t given Alice a second glance after Meghan had introduced them.  She was too short for his tastes, and her breasts too small.  But here, on her bed, like this... she was entrancing.

Alice broke his reverie with a sarcastic question, “So, you fiend, do you really expect me to talk?”

Mike started, then summoned up his best demonic grin.  “No, Miss Bond, I expect you to come.”

Alice laughed, and then Mike grinned and laughed along with her.  “You’re better with that feather than you were with the straps.  But you’re not that good.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Hell, yes.”

Mike ran the feather through his fingers to straighten it and get rid of some of the sweat.  He tested the tip of it, and found it was still fairly sturdy.  He started in on Alice’s breasts, teasing them with the tip and the downy bits around the base of the feather in alternation until she was moaning for release.

Then he moved further down, and they were both pleasantly surprised with the depth of his success.

Somewhat later, while Alice was lying spent and exhausted, Mike slowly released the straps that were holding her in place.

“Thanks,” murmured Alice softly.  “But why didn’t you...”

“Fuck you?  Because it would be a betrayal.”

“You know that’s not how we see it.”

Mike sighed.  “All I see is someone who’s not Meghan.”

Alice acquired a wicked grin.  “Are you sure?  Which side of the Venn Machine did Meghan go in, and which side did Alice come out?”

“I... I didn’t see you go in.  I was too worried about what you were scheming.”

“Alice turned me into her twin, then I turned her into the bondage gear.”

Mike stared at the woman on the bed in confusion.  “But...  I would... know?  Prove you’re Meghan.”

“What would I know that Alice wouldn’t?  We talk about everything.”  She looked his naked body up and down, grinning.  “If I am Alice, we’ve both seen you naked, so we know about that cute mole over your left buttock.”

Mike sat on the bed heavily.  “No.  I...  You...  Who are you?  Who am I?”

The temptress’ wicked grin grew larger.  “You’re Michelle, a cute girl we met and convinced that she’d have fun as a guy.  You’ve been Venned into a guy’s body so long you’ve actually forgotten you are really Michelle.”

Mike’s horrified stare turned slowly into a grin, then a slight snicker followed by outright guffaws.  “I almost believe that you are Meghan!  Alice isn’t so obsessed with seeing me as a girl.”

“She is too.  But she just wants you female so you can wear her.  I think if you were willing to turn her into a suit, she’d be almost as happy.”

Mike tilted his head and considered that.  “But not a wool suit.”

The woman on the bed shuddered.  “Ick, no, that was awful.”

“Ha!  That proves it.  You were my kilt, so you’re really Meghan.”

‘Alice’ pouted.  “Darn it, I’d hoped to keep you confused for longer.”

Mike pounced on her, and the only thing that pried them out of the bedroom was their growling stomachs insisting that it was long past lunchtime.

They had a lazy lunch in Alice’s living room, enjoying the view.  Mike learned that if you leaned over just so at the right window, you could peer into the mall’s entry and see a corner of the Venn Machine.  He laughed when he finally spotted it.  “I can see why Alice likes the place.”

“Yup.  She’s even more nuts about that thing than I am.  She even has a guest wardrobe.”

“For guests to hang their clothes in?”

“No.  It’s got nice padded hangers, and its bottom is lined with cedar to keep her guests fresh.  It’s for guests to stay in.”

Mike laughed.  “Have you ever done that?”

“Nah.  Nobody has yet.  But she lives in hope.”

“Take it off.”

“What?”

“The harness.  Take it off, and hang it up in the guest wardrobe.  Someone has to be the first.  Plus, you change back in a few minutes, and I want to be sure which one is which.”

So they piled all the bondage gear into the wardrobe, hanging what they could from the hangers.  They waited outside, until a sheepish looking and fully-dressed Alice stepped out of the wardrobe.  Mike turned and hugged Meghan tight.  “Oh thank god, it was you.”

Meghan laughed.  “You still weren’t sure?  So you might have been making love to Alice, and not me?”

“We could try it the other way around,” Alice piped up.  “I don’t know what you did with that feather, but it felt incredible.”  She blushed when Meghan explained it, then grinned.  “Cool!  C’mon, Mike, Meghan would love being a feather and used on me.  Really!”

Mike shrugged and smiled.  “Sure, why not.  Might not end the same way...”

Meghan cuddled up close to him and said, “Why not?  You’ve already made love to that body, I know you find it attractive.”

“I...”  Mike’s eyes went wide as Alice stripped down in front of him.  “Yes.  I don’t get it, but... she turns me on as much as you do, Meghan.  Sorry.”

“What’s to be sorry about?  That’s good.  We’re going to have so much fun together!”

“I...”  Mike looked back and forth between the two women.  “Really?  Both of you?”

“Really.  Both of us.”  Meghan dragged him toward the bedroom.  “Right now.”

“Give me strength,” muttered Mike.  “I’m going to need it.”

* * *

“Look, I’m sorry.  A threesome is like, every guy’s fantasy.  But you wore me out earlier, I’ve got nothing left.”

“Hmpf,” snorted Meghan, though she was grinning.  “Likely story.  Maybe we should turn you into a dildo so you won’t go all soft on us.”

“Hey!  You haven’t won yet.”

Meghan grinned.  “So let’s settle this once and for all.  To the Venn Machine!”

They were halfway to the door before it was pointed out that they were naked, sweaty, and kind of sticky as well.  Alice’s shower was big enough for the three of them, barely.  That proved distracting enough that it was getting pretty late before they got dressed.

“Sure round three can’t wait until Sunday morning?” asked Alice.

“I’ll sleep better knowing it’s settled,” said Mike.  “No, that’s a lie.  I want to eat a whole pizza, then fall into a coma for a week.”

“The couch is yours, then.  It folds out into a bed.”

When Mike woke in the morning, it was to find Meghan snuggled up to him on one side, and Alice on the other.  He wasn’t quite sure how he’d ended up in Alice’s bed.  Perhaps that dream where Alice offered to be a pillow hadn’t been a dream after all.

He hugged them both fondly, and kissed each on the lips.  They stirred, and the cuddling turned into rather more.

Breakfast was quite late.

Alice had clean clothes, of course, and Meghan had a few outfits in Alice’s closet as well.  Mike was the only one in rumpled clothes as they confronted the Venn Machine for the third and final trial.

“So.  This is it,” said Mike, sounding unconvinced.

“Sad the challenge is at an end?  No more Venn playtime?” teased Meghan.

“No, I...  Yesterday was insane, and wonderful, and I don’t want it all to end.”

“Nor do I.  Which is why I intend to beat you, and turn you into something insane and wonderful and fun.”

Mike grinned back at Meghan, baring his teeth.  “Do your worst.”

This time the wait for the Venn Machine was blessedly short.  Alice skipped back out of the side she’d entered, and gestured to the other with a flourish.  Mike’s bravado carried him into the door, but as he picked up the very large dildo that was sitting there, he started to fret.

He shook the dildo at Alice.  “What am I supposed to do with this.  Use it on you?”

Alices shook her head.  “Nope.  All you this time, mister.”

“But what am I going to do with it?”

Alice turned around, and waggled her butt at him.  “You’ll figure it out.”

“No.  Oh no.  Hell no.”  Mike threw a bill in the Venn Machine without looking at the denomination, set the duration to the minimum, and tossed the dildo inside.

Meghan emerged with a triumphant grin.  “I knew you couldn’t do it.”

Mike gave her a withering gaze.  “Would you really have enjoyed being somewhere that stinky for eight hours?”

“Uh...”  Meghan hung her head.  “No.”

“So now what do we...”

“It’s a draw!” exclaimed Alice.

“Um, OK,” said Mike.  Meghan nodded as well.

“That means you both win, and both get to change each other.  This will be great!”

Mike and Meghan looked at each other, aghast.  “But...”

Meghan continued. “You realize that we bet unlimited duration changes, right?  He gets to change you and me into whatever he likes, for as long as he likes.  Three times.”

“The maximum is three years.  That’s not forever.”

“Alice...” said both Mike and Meghan together.

“OK, fine.  Two short changes, no more than a day, and only one the full duration.”

“That’s not much better,” groused Meghan.

“I’m not going to leave you stuck for years,” said Mike.  “Besides, you like being changed.  I don’t want to be a dress!”

Meghan grinned.  “I can work with that.  I’m taking my first day now.”  She set the machine for a day, then gestured to Mike.  “Ladies first.”

“What do you... oh.”

When Mike emerged, it wasn’t as a clone of Meghan.  This time he was in a body that looked like it could be his cousin, or his sister.

“I present to you... Michelle!” announced Meghan.  “Doesn’t she look lovely?”

Alice clapped and nodded.  “She’s perfect.  Don’t you agree, Michelle?”

“Am I going to be stuck with that name all day?”

“Yes,” the two other women said in unison.

Mike heaved a sigh, and walked up to the store window to get a good look at himself.  He was wearing comfortable flats, and a freshly tailored version of his shirt and pants that looked really good on this new body.

“Michelle, huh.  Well, it’s only for the day.  Beats being a dress.”  He turned to face his friends.  “Now what?”

“Shopping!”