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“Oh my god, you look hot! How on earth did you do that, Shawna?”

Shawna spun in place, her blonde hair flaring out as she showed off her party dress to her new roommate. “Slimming clothes?”

Traci giggled. “There is no way on earth that dress is holding... You look twenty pounds thinner! How?”

Shawna’s eyes glittered with merriment. “Magic.”

“Get out of here! You have a magic item that makes you sexier?”

Shawna’s grin grew wider, and wicked. “Want to try it out?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, but you’re going to need a sexy dress that’s two sizes too small.”

Traci grinned excitedly. “I’ve got this awesome corset I haven’t been able to wear for a couple years now. Please?”

Shawna rubbed her chin thoughtfully, waiting until Traci was practically vibrating with pent-up energy before she answered. “I don’t know. I think you’d better show me this so-called awesome corset before I can decide.”

Traci was off to her room before Shawna had finished her request, and started digging through the boxes she still hadn’t unpacked. Shawna sauntered over to the door in time to hear Traci’s triumphant cry. She held up a shiny silver garment in a victorious pose. “Found it!”

Shawna nodded sagely. “That does indeed look like an outfit worthy of borrowed magic. Follow me.”

Spread on Shawna’s bed was a swath of rich silk brocade cloth big enough to cover the entire thing. The pattern was an intertwined series of slim oriental dragons picked out in gold against the green background. As Traci looked closer, she could see hundreds of tiny runes picked out between the dragons, forming the spiralling clouds. “This is incredible. The fabric alone must be worth a mint.”

“It wasn’t cheap,” agreed Shawna.

Traci reached out toward it, then snatched her hand back. “How does it work?”

Shawna giggled. “It won’t bite. Feels nice. You have to get your whole body up against it.”

Traci started to strip out of the comfy shirt and stretch pants she’d been wearing in anticipation of a quiet night at home. Shawna put out a hand to stop her. “It works through clothes. Don’t get it dirty.”

“I’m clean!” protested Traci. “And I’m going to have to strip to get into the corset anyway.” Still, she left her underthings on, then carefully lay down on Shawna’s bed. “Oooh, tingly.”

“That means it’s working. It gets stronger the longer you lie there.”

“Mmmm, sounds heavenly.”

Shawna chuckled. “It is. Takes a while to build up that far. You’ll want about two minutes, I think. I’ll be back.”

Shawna left the door open as she left. She knew there was a spot one could stand with the door just so, and spy on the bed through the crack between it and the doorjamb. She watched Traci struggle to keep her hands off herself, and fail. “Oh yes,” she murmured. “You’ll be fun.”

Once Traci had shuddered through a well-concealed release, Shawna gave her a moment to compose herself, and returned. “There, you should be just about perfect.”

Traci stumbled off the bed, then stared down at her arms, her body. “Ooooh! I’m thinner! This is amazing, thank you. How long does it last?”

“Sixteen hours on up.”

“Up to what? Anything over a day...”

“Yeah, it’s about 50-50 whether you’ll turn back or not.”

“Those are lousy odds. Where’d you get it from, anyway? Some kind of black market?”

“Back alley deal with a friend of a friend. Still cost a bomb, but so worth it. But if you’re too scared of it, well...” Shawna flipped up a corner of the sheet to show that it was gold-on-blue on the other side. “It’s reversible. So you can go back to boring old Traci and forget about all this.”

Traci bounced from foot to foot, and looked down at her body again. “I guess it wouldn’t be bad to be stuck like this. I mean, I look great. People would get used to this, right?”

“Go check yourself out in the bathroom mirror. Naked.”

Shawna laughed when she heard Traci yell. She stuck her head into the bathroom, and looked over the slim woman’s body. “Missing something?”

“My nipples! And my belly button. And... um...” She peered down between her legs. “Is it gone too?”

Shawna chuckled. “Being able to change back on demand has its uses.”

“No kidding! How can you even take a guy home like this.”

“Well...”

“What? What can you do?”

“Run your tongue over your teeth.”

Traci frowned as she did so, then her eyes went very very wide. “Rubber teeth?” She peered into the bathroom mirror, opening her mouth wide to inspect it. “My throat looks... ribbed? My God, does it turn you into a doll?”

“The longer you stay, the more you change.”

Traci sucked on her finger, and her eyes went wide. “This feels good! Like... too good. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is we’re late for the club. Get dressed already! I want to see how that corset shows off your new body.”

Traci grabbed the corset and squeezed herself into it. She took one look in the mirror and grinned. “Oh, yeah. Could I get you to tighten the laces?”

Shawna eagerly helped Traci thin her waist out to an impossible size. Traci frowned when Shawna pronounced the lacing as tight as it could go. It didn’t feel all that tight. She could still breathe, for one.

Traci took one look at herself in the mirror and decided that she didn’t much care about the ‘why’. She looked smoking hot. “Have my boobs grown?”

“It’s just the corset pushing them up. Let’s go!”

*** *** ***

Shawna and Traci stumbled back into the apartment giggling and leaning against each other. “I cannot believe you did that!” exclaimed Shawna.

Traci giggled. “Had to try out this new mouth, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t even know him!”

Traci shrugged, and staggered to her room.

In the morning Traci dragged herself to the kitchen, and started coffee. Shawna was most appreciative when she emerged to the smell of it. “Okay, you’re hired.”

Traci smirked. “Glad it meets your approval.”

Once they felt a little more human, Traci asked if wearing the corset would affect whether or not she changed back. Shawna grinned. While she’d changed herself back last night, she’d done much the same when she first got the slimming sheet. “Even a snug belt stops it. Doesn’t take much to get stuck, really.”

Traci put the corset back on, and wore it all day as she unpacked the rest of her stuff. It took longer than it should have as she found her new body very distracting. During the afternoon, she felt her body try to grow back several times. She mentioned it to Shawna, who said that she was probably stuck now, but waiting until the full day was done was ‘safest’ if she meant to stay that way.

“I can still change back, after... right?”

Shawna’s wicked grin came back. “The sheet can fix you right up.”

“Good. So... what are we doing tonight?”

“I’m going on a date with my boyfriend.”

Traci hung out in her corset until there was a knock at the door, and scampered to answer it. The hunk of a guy standing there made her eyes bug out, and she stammered a greeting.

“Hey, you must be Traci,” said the guy casually. “Shawna said she had a new roommate, and that she was cute.”

Traci giggled. “Thanks.”

Shawna appeared from her bedroom, dolled up and looking just as slim and sexy as the night before. She rolled her eyes. “No flirting with the new girl, Bernard. Besides, she’s had work done.”

“Hey!” protested Traci. “Oh, you mean the sheet.”

Bernard grinned. “You make a good looking doll.”

Shawna tugged Bernard out the door and away from Traci. “We’re out of here. Don’t wait up!”

Traci closed the door, waited to be sure they were really gone, then darted off to Shawna’s room. The embroidered magic sheet was still spread out on the bed, and she carefully lay down on it. Never for long, she kept hopping up to see what had changed. Before long her skin had gone shiny and her breasts were definitely at least a cup larger. Traci decided that was enough, and headed out to go dancing and flirting to see what her new upgrades would do for her.

The next morning went much the same. Traci dragged herself to the coffee machine, and Shawna followed not much long after. Except this time, the coffee didn’t seem to be doing much to clear her head. Traci frowned at the cup, and took another experimental sip. She felt the warmth, but it didn’t taste like much.

Shawna slugged back a mouthful of coffee and sighed happily. “Seems fine to me. Problem?”

Traci gestured to her mouth, and Shawna obligingly peered into it. “Yep. Can’t talk, can you?”

Traci shook her head.

“Looks like you had fun last night even so. I hope that corset can be cleaned.”

Traci nodded eagerly, to both statements.

“But I bet you’re ready to go back to being human about now.”

Traci nodded, though not quite so quickly.

“Too bad,” said Shawna with her favourite wicked grin. “You used my toy without my permission, so this is your punishment.”

Traci thought about that, then got up and stood in front of the door. She mimed opening it, then waved to the imaginary visitor. Then she started posing her shiny body sexily, demonstrating just how flexible she’d become.

“Oh, you cow,” groused Shawna. “Bernard goes nuts for that look. That might work. Fine, I’ll let you change back.”

Traci smiled and bowed her appreciation.

“No more trying to steal my boyfriend, or I will make sure you get good and stuck. Okay?”

Once she was back to normal, Traci agreed. With her fingers crossed behind her back.

*** *** ***

The rest of the week was uneventful in comparison. Traci and Shawna both had jobs to do, and neither had anything good to say about them.

Shawna did have a few nice things to say about Traci’s cooking, so Traci promised to share if she got to use the magic slimming sheet again.

Consequently, on Friday night they were once again done up in their party best, and Traci had dug out an even older corset of hers that closed even tighter. She spent an extra minute on the sheet, and by the time she got up her skin looked more plastic than human, and she no longer needed to breathe. This made speaking quite impossible, so she started texting Shawna instead.

Shawna giggled at the first ping from her phone. “Sure, I can lace you up tighter. But I’m pretty sure you’re squishy enough inside that I could fit you through a bracelet.”

Traci thought that was a great idea, and they tried it. It turned out her hips were still solid enough to resist, so instead she wore two tight bracelets at mid-thigh, making it look as if her legs were corseted as well. She got a lot of strange looks, and more than a few strange proposals that night. Traci disappeared off into a back room with the guy proposing the strangest one, but still went home with Shawna.

“Had fun, did we?” asked Shawna with a giggle as they returned home.

Traci nodded eagerly, then pointed at Shawna’s bedroom with a pleading look.

“Aww, don’t want to go to bed like this and risk getting stuck?”

Traci shook her head. Shawna graciously allowed her the use of the sheet, “this time”, and soon Traci was fully human once more.

Traci frowned down at her body. “I feel off. Did my boobs shrink, or is that just the contrast from having them inflated earlier?”

Shawna studied her and nodded. “Yep, definitely shrunk. You stayed on the blue side too long. It adds muscle, but...”

Traci pouted. “Can I go back a bit then? I like the muscles, but the price is too high.”

“You sure? It’s a trip, let me tell you. And it’s a great look on Bernard.”

“He used the blue side? No wonder he’s so buff.”

Shawna grinned hugely. “Oh yeah. He was sweet on me since high school, but he’s only looked like that for the last month, since he bought the sheet for me. So many chickies sniffing after him these days, I’ve had to take drastic measures from time to time. So be good.”

Traci got up from her second run on the sheet, and checked out her body. “Better.”

“You’re looking a teensy bit shiny, are you sure?”

“Very.”

The next night Shawna had another date with Bernard, and once again told Traci not to wait up.

This time when they returned, it was to find the sheet spread out on the couch, and Traci lounging on it, naked. The transformation had run its course, leaving her as a spectacularly realistic inflatable doll, with air-filled breasts bigger than her head.

Bernard chuckled. “I see your roomie has left me a present. Shall I take her off your hands?”

Shawna growled wordlessly as she stomped over to the couch. She tossed the doll over one shoulder, and swept the sheet up with her other hand. Then she headed to her room. Bernard followed, watching from the open door as Shawna spread the sheet blue-side up on the bed, and tossed the doll on top of it.

As Traci returned to humanity, Shawna started haranguing her about trying to steal her boyfriend. Traci just smiled. At first, it was because she had no choice. But even once she was fully human and had gotten up off the bed, the smile stayed on her face. Bernard was watching her closely, grinning back at her.

Traci flipped the sheet over, then shoved Shawna at it. Shawna squawked, windmilled her arms, and toppled onto the bed. “What the hell?”

“If he’s so taken with dollies, maybe you should be one. Or are you scared he might like you too much, and keep you that way?”

Shawna tried to get up, but Traci pounced onto her, using a wrestling hold to keep her against the sheet. “Stay down.”

Shawna’s eyes lit with fury, and she struggled against Traci as best she could. It wasn’t until she thought to tickle the other woman that she managed to turn the tables, and soon it was Traci struggling weakly against the sheet as her body was converted to plasticity once more.

“So hot,” purred Bernard from the door. “Take her down. All the way.”

Shawna grinned victoriously as she got up. “She’s a doll. But I never told her about the next bit.”

Traci wondered what the next bit would be. Every change had felt better than the last, so she hoped that Shawna would continue.

“Oh, goodie, then it’ll be a surprise.”

Traci felt the sheet wrap around her, and the tingling grew even stronger at the greater contact. She felt her air-inflated limbs dwindle away, concentrating her senses even tighter. When the sheet pulled back, she could tell she was much diminished. She had a head, but it didn’t feel right. Too round.

“Better?” asked Shawna.

“Keep going.”

Traci agreed wholeheartedly with Bernard. Another wrap, and her body shrunk further, until she was little more than a pair of hips. Just the feeling of the breeze when the sheet was pulled off her left her in bliss. Then it returned, and she dwindled further, to barely more than her sexual organs.

A rough male hand picked her up, and Traci thought she would explode. It tipped her this way and that, and she eagerly looked forward to being used. But instead, she got the sheet once more. A corner of her mind started to worry. How much smaller could she get? She was so small, so flimsy, barely anything at all. Would she vanish? The tingles stopped abruptly while she was still wrapped up in the sheet. She tried to understand what she had become, but without magic sustaining her, her thoughts dimmed and slowed. All that was left was touch.

Shawna unwrapped the sheet, revealing nothing but a flimsy bit of rubber.

Bernard picked up the condom. “I guess she’s going to get what she wanted after all.”

Shawan grinned at him, showing all her teeth. “Just as long as it’s me you’re using her on.” She tossed the sheet aside, then shimmed out of her dress and flopped back onto her bed. “C’mere, big boy.”

When they were done, Bernard tied a knot in the condom, and tossed in the bin. Shawna tutted at him softly. “You can’t just throw her away.”

“Why not?” asked Bernard, grinning.

“Because she might change back. And I can’t have that now, can I?”

Shawna rolled out of bed to fetch the condom, and a jar. Traci felt the cold, but couldn’t understand it, nor could she see to read her name written on the outside of the jar. Or the names on the other jars it was set beside.

“There. Another prize for my collection.”

Bernard chuckled softly. “This one barely made it past the week mark.”

Shawna nodded. “Time to advertise for a new roommate, I guess.”

“Make sure she’s pretty.”

Shawna hugged him tight and nuzzled against his throat. “Anything for you, babe.”

*** *** ***

Someone was knocking way too loudly for a Saturday morning. Shawna stumbled to the door, and in her caffeine-deprived stupor opened it without checking to see who was outside.

“Where’s my sister?”

Shawna stumbled back at the accusation in the woman’s eyes. The resemblance to Traci was obvious, though her sister appeared a little older. “Ow, not so loud.”

“Not so loud?” shouted the woman, striding forward. “I’ll give you loud. My SISTER. TRACI. Her phone’s last location was HERE.” She held up a small crystal, glowing softly. “And the tracking crystal says she’s close. WHERE IS SHE!”

Shawna’s eyes cut to the storage cupboard with its little shelf of jars, and she winced again. “I don’t...”

The woman stormed to the cabinet, and then stared at the jars with condoms in them. “Denise. Fujiko. Traci. What the hell are you joking at? Where is she?” She held the crystal out in a shaking hand, following it’s varied glow to the jar marked with her sister’s name. “Oh God. How long has she been like this?”

“A... a week?”

The woman’s face contorted in anger as she whirled on Shawna. “You’ve killed her! She’s stuck like this forever!” Her hand went to her pocket as if to retrieve a weapon.

“No she’s not!” protested Shawna, raising her hands defensively. “The magic I used is reversible. I can make her human again!”

“Do it. Now!”

Shawna opened the jar with shaking hands. She pulled the condom out, wrinkling her nose a bit at how nasty it had gotten. “I... I should clean her up first.”

The woman followed behind her, hand still tucked in the pocket. Getting the knot undone was the hardest part. Once it was clean, Shawna patted it dry carefully, then took it to her bedroom. She sighed at the still sleeping figure of her boyfriend. “Fat lot of help you were.”

Tucking the condom into the magic sheet led to a growing figure. Before long, a bewildered looking Traci was being hugged by her sister.

“Kara? What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you, dummy. You’ve been stuck as a condom for a week.”

“Really? Wow, it didn’t feel like any time at all.”

Shawna growled at the two of them. “Reunion outside my bedroom.”

Once they were gone she sat heavily on the bed. “I fail at perversion.”

“You said she was an orphan,” came Bernard’s voice from the other side of the bed.

“You were awake for all that?” asked Shawna, incensed. “Why didn’t you help?”

“Just the restoring Traci bit. C’mon, you had your fun. Keeping her is more trouble than it’s worth.”

Shawna sighed plaintively. “I just wanted...”

“To be the evil owner of transformed playthings, yeah. I know. It’s hot.”

“I agree.”

Both of them spun to look at the person who spoke. Traci was leaning against the doorjamb with a grin on her face. “What?”

“You... What?”

“I asked first.”

“I thought you’d be running as far and fast as you could,” said Shawna.

Traci shrugged. “That’s what Kara wanted me to do. She was pissed when I said I intended to stay.”

“So... why?”

Traci grabbed the sheet, and tossed it over the bed. Bernard yelped and rolled out of the way. “Hey!”

Traci flashed him a grin, then turned back to Shawna. “I want a rematch.”

Shawna’s eyes lit with glee. “You’re going down, doll.”

Shawna tackled Traci to the bed, but things went downhill swiftly from there. Before long, Traci had her in an armlock that Shawna was unable to break, and soon she didn’t have the muscles to even try. Traci hopped up off the bed when Shawna stopped moving, and watched as the last stages of humanity leached from her plastic figure. “There we go.”

Bernard was staring at her. “How? You struggled with her last time.”

“High school wrestling champion. Made it to county finals one year.”

“So you threw the earlier match? Why?”

Traci giggled. “You’re not even looking at me. You can’t take your eyes off the doll.”

Bernard’s gaze snapped guiltily to Traci, but almost immediately began to wander again. “Sorry. It’s just...”

Traci stepped between him and Shawna. “Don’t apologize for what you like. You want to bang a doll, I want to be a doll. I think this can work out.”

“What about her?”

Traci turned to the bed, and folded the sheet over, pressed on it, and folded again. When she opened it out, all that was left of Shawna was a condom. “She gets to be part of it, too.”

Traci tossed Bernard the condom, then spread the sheet out and lay back down on the bed. “C’mon, big boy.”

*** *** ***

Traci was surprised to find herself awake and mobile. “You restored me?”

Bernard grinned. “Someone said you were a really good cook.”

Traci grinned. “And Shawna?”

Bernard pointed at the trash bin. Traci dug out the flimsy bit of rubber that used to be her rival, cleaned it carefully, then tucked it into a jar. She wrote ‘Shawna’ on it, and set it beside the others.

“Who’s Fujiko?”

Bernard shook his head. “Not a person. Just this inflatable toy Shawna brought home one day. I pretended to like it more than her.”

Traci snickered. “Pretended. Riight.”

Bernard blushed. “Okay, it didn’t take much roleplaying. She flew into a jealous rage, and used the sheet to reduce the doll to a condom. It was so incredibly hot, using someone we pretended had been a real person.”

“So you decided to do it for real?” asked Traci with an impish grin.

“Yeah. We knew we couldn’t stop there.”

Traci studied the jar. “And you’re sure that the doll was... manufactured, not someone she’d used the sheet on?”

Bernard’s eyes went very wide. “It was really realistic. Uhh... We should probably...”

Traci was already opening the jar. She made a face once the lid came off. “Ugh. Nasty. I really hope you’re worth this, Fujiko.”

Getting the condom untied and clean took more than a few dashes out of the bathroom for fresh air. Traci persisted, and finally had it clean enough that she didn’t gag at being near it. Using the sheet on it grew it by stages until a lifelike inflatable doll was sitting on top of the sheet.

“See?” said Bernard. “Just a... is she still changing?” He watched in horror as the doll became progressively more real. “Oh crap.”

“How... how long was she like this?”

“A month,” whispered Bernard. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”

They waited and watched as the heavy silicone doll became muscular and masculine. But it never moved. Traci poked at it cautiously once the changes had stopped. “Woah. I... guess this is what the sheet can do to a doll, then?”

“I guess,” said Bernard, staring at the doll in wonder. “Can we... uh...”

“Make it more female? Or do you want to try being the doll’s dolly?” Traci gave the doll’s member a good squeeze. “I bet it would be fun.”

Bernard shook his head emphatically. “Not a chance. Have fun if you like.”

Traci made a face. “More fun with a real person. Or don’t you agree? Do you like your girls limp and floppy?” She draped herself over the doll, and laid still.

“It’s not about that,” he huffed. “It’s... Well, everything. Inflatable and shiny just gets me...”

Traci grinned. “So if I were to oil myself up and get all shiny for you, that’d...” His kiss silenced her.

After they’d had their fun, both were very hungry. Traci did her best to whip up a delicious meal from what Shawna had on hand, and the way Bernard tucked into the food was very satisfying indeed.

“So,” asked Traci impishly when he’d finished off his second plateful. “Will anyone miss Shawna?”

Bernard chuckled. “I won’t.”

“Aww, you say the sweetest things.”

“But...”

Traci sighed. “And here it comes.”

“You two are splitting the rent on this place. Can you cover it by yourself?”

Traci looked away. “Not easily. Bah. I don’t suppose you have drawer space for a couple of deflated dolls?”

Bernard’s stunned silence made Traci look back at him. “I’m serious. You could restore me when you want company, and put me away when you don’t.”

“God. You’d really... Look, Shawna would hate that.”

“Do you care?”

“Not really. But leaving her stuck forever seems a cruelty.”

“And she was so kind that it makes your heart ache to do such things to her?” Traci asked with a smirk.

“Oh hell no.”

“Then leave her in her jar. That’s the fate she wanted for me, it seems appropriate. Besides, it’s not like she’s really aware in there. I don’t know what it is, but I could think as a doll, or a toy. But once I was that small and the magic went away... so did my mind. That’s not Shawna in there any more.”

“So tomorrow morning, when the window for changing back on her own closes...” Bernard took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Okay. Okay. But if someone comes looking for her...”

Traci grinned brilliantly. “Sure. Anyone who wants her can have her... in whatever state they like.”

“You’d give her away as a doll?” asked Bernard, wide-eyed. “I know at least one of her exes would love that.”

“You mean other than you?” giggled Traci. “I don’t mind if you’d rather keep her as a dolly instead of a condom. Just as long as I’m part of the collection.”

“The best part of the collection,” enthused Bernard. “You’re serious about letting me turn you into a doll whenever I like?”

Traci nodded eagerly, and she looked toward the bedroom where the sheet was. “Any time. It feels so sexy, and the helplessness... Mrrrr.”

“I don’t want you completely helpless, though. Moving is better than not. Just...”

“Mostly helpless?”

“It sounds bad when you say it that way,” said Bernard, ducking his head.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like it.”

“You do? Oh. Wow. I... Look, all I want to do is play with you, but are you serious about ditching this place and moving in?”

Traci nodded. “I’d love to be your toy. Way better than a crummy job to pay for a crappy apartment.”

“Then we’d best get packing. We can get everything but the furniture into my storage locker, and sell the rest.”

Traci bounced to her feet. “Then let’s get started!”

*** *** ***

Some hours later, with much of the packing done, Traci started to feel weak. She stumbled against Bernard. “Something’s wrong.”

Bernard hugged her tight, then his eyes widened at how her body squished. “You’re deflating.”

“What?”

“You were stuck as a condom for a week. That’s probably your natural form, now. So the sheet’s wearing off...”

“Fuck me,” moaned Traci. “I’m a condom who thinks she’s a woman.”

“It’s not so bad. If we keep trying, you’ll get stuck as a woman eventually.”

Traci grinned up at him brilliantly. “Who says I want to be? I meant what I said. If I’m going to dwindle away, I want you to...” Her throat closed, leaving her with only squeaks to convey her meaning.

Bernard eagerly did as she wished. Traci’s active participation in the lovemaking faded as her body filled with air, and Bernard fantasized that it was his touch that was changing her, driving him into a frenzy. When he was finally spent, the changes stopped. Traci was pocket-sized, and he found her as delightful as he had the doll.

Bernard cleaned Traci off, and tucked her into bed. “Sweet dreams, love.”

Traci couldn’t answer, of course.

*** *** ***

Traci could tell when she was used. And she was used a lot. It was wonderful. And then one day, she found herself able to sit up as the sheet was whisked away from her body.

Traci looked around, confused. New apartment. Bernard was smiling at her, and half-naked, so she guessed it was his place. “Nice digs. Did you finish the move on your own?”

Bernard smiled at her fondly. “No disorientation at all?”

Traci shook her head. “Not like when I was the condom, no. I feel... normal.”

“Good. And yes, this is my place. Some of your stuff’s in the locker, some’s in the closet.”

Traci nodded idly. “So I get clothes? Nice. Wasn’t sure if you wanted a toy or a doll. You liked the toy.”

“Yes, but... I like you better like this.”

“And not in some half-way state?”

“Well...”

Traci giggled. “Later. I’ll enjoy my mobility for as long as I’ll have it. Sixteen hours until I start changing back?”

“More or less. You might get lucky and stay this way.”

Traci got up and padded over to a row of jars on top of a dresser. “Oh, you kept them! Denise, Fujiko, Shawna, and an empty jar for Traci, waiting to be filled.” She frowned, and looked closer. “Is that a normal condom in Shawna’s jar?”

“You’re not mad?”

Traci shrugged. “Is she going to try to turn me into a condom again?”

“No. We broke up. I’ve spent the last week going over every day to get her back to normal. She’s still a bit on the slim side, but seems happy with where she landed.”

“Oh, I bet. How many new boyfriends does she have already?”

Bernard laughed. “Two, I think. I didn’t hang out to find out more. She’s happy, she’s leaving me alone, and we have the sheet. It’s all good.”

Traci ran her hands over the magic swath of fabric. “Mmm. We do at that. Are you sure I can’t persuade you to give it a try?”

Bernard studied her. “You’ve come through it with no ill effects. I just... I like this body. It took a bunch of tries to get it to stick.”

“And?” asked Traci, eyes lidded with sultry amusement.

“God, you’re not going to stop, are you?”

“I will if you tell me to.” Traci flowed closer to him, ran her hand gently up his arm. “But you’re not saying no.”

Bernard put his hand over Traci’s. “Why?”

“Because I want to try everything. Being a doll feels amazing, and I want to share that with you. I want you to feel the sweet torment of wondering if or when you’ll slide away from humanity. I want to make love to you as you dwindle, because that was the hottest thing ever.”

“You’re going to turn into a doll in sixteen hours. I’d rather not have both of us end up on a shelf. Or in jars.”

Traci giggled at that. “Oooh, right. Looking forward to that. Are you going to try to make me human again?”

“Do you want to be?”

Traci thought about that for a while. “Let’s find out.”