“Thanks, guys,” Lisa said, coming into the living room. She was wearing a bathrobe and drying her hair with a towel. “I know we have things to discuss, but I really needed that shower. I think I must have soaked up about a gallon of tea.”
“Don’t thank me,” her restored twin replied. She was pressed comfortably into the corner of the couch, still wearing Chris’s sweatshirt. “I wanted to hand-wash you in the sink and hang you over the balcony to dry.”
Lisa cocked an eyebrow at her. “We don’t have a balcony.”
“Imagine my disappointment,” the other woman said with a crooked grin.
Lisa returned the grin as she flopped down on the other end of the couch. “Oh, you’re sooo funny, Ms. B-Cup,” she said sarcastically.
“Anne,” her couch-mate corrected.
“Excuse me?” Lisa asked, stopping her hair-drying to look at her curiously.
“Well,” her twin explained, “it looks like I might be hanging around, at least for a little while. I just thought it would be easier if you guys had something to call me besides ‘the bra’. And since you’re using your first name…”
“…you decided to use the middle one,” Lisa said, completing the sentence for her. “Good idea.”
“Thank you,” Anne acknowledged with a slight nod.
“Excuse me, ladies,” Chris cut in, sounding just a bit impatient. He was sitting across from them in his favorite chair. “I hate to interrupt, but we do have a time factor to consider here.”
“Oh, please,” Anne scoffed. “Quit being so dramatic, Chris. You and Lisa have at least another ten hours before you’ll be ready for the underwear drawer again.”
“Maybe,” he admitted, “but I know how you get when you start talking to yourself.”
Anne stuck her tongue out at him, while Lisa looked back and forth between them in confusion. “Okay,” she stated, “obviously, you two know more about what’s going on here than I do. I’d appreciate it if one of you could fill me in?”
Anne stretched over to the coffee table and picked up the letter that was lying next to the wand. Handing the letter to Lisa, she said, “Here. This is probably the easiest way to bring you up to speed.”
Lisa looked over to her husband, who replied by nodding his head. Setting the damp towel aside, she settled back into the corner of the couch and began to read the letter. Chris and Anne waited patiently for her to get to the important part, knowing she’d reached it when her eyes grew wide. Lisa stopped and looked up at both of them again, before reading out loud. “Its old transformed state will now be its new original state, and its old original state will no longer exist.” She set the letter in her lap and looked over to the woman sharing the couch with her. “So, technically speaking, I’m not me anymore,” she asked, “and you are?”
“Temporarily anyway,” Anne replied with a nod. “But only until you spend twelve hours as something else.”
Lisa sighed. “I guess so.”
“Oh, come on,” Anne huffed. “It could be fun.”
“Right, fun,” Lisa repeated, sounding skeptical.
“Don’t forget I have your memories, sister,” Anne told her, pointing a finger at her. “I know how much you were getting off on the idea of you and Chris playing around with that wand while he was still trying to figure out what happened last night.”
Lisa caught Chris raising an eyebrow at her. “Okay,” she admitted, “I won’t deny that. But that was before I found out that I could end up as a part of my own wardrobe forever.”
“Oh, pooh,” Anne said with a wave of her hand. “That’s only if you’re not careful.” She reached over and snatched the letter out of Lisa’s lap. “You know the rules now. As long as you and Chris follow them, the wand should be perfectly safe.”
Lisa gave that a little thought before commenting. “Maybe,” she said at last. “Let’s just worry about getting me and Chris back to normal first. Then, we’ll decide what to do with the wand, okay?”
“Actually,” Anne said, “before we do that, I think we need to figure out what we’re going to do about me first.”
“About you?” Lisa repeated. “What do you mean?”
Anne started to reply, but stopped short. Instead, she looked at Chris. “Uh,” he stammered, picking up the hint, “it looks like there might be a bit of a problem with getting Anne back to normal.”
“Like it might not be possible,” he told her. He gave her a second to respond, but all she did was continue to look at him. “Because of how the wand works,” he went on, “I’m not sure we could ever get her back to being a simple bra again.”
“By simple,” Anne clarified, “he means not living.”
Still, Lisa was silent.
“Anne and I discussed this while you were in the shower,” Chris said, taking up the explanation. “The way we figure, if you hadn’t used the wand to turn her back, then when her time was up, she would have gone back to being just a bra again.”
“But because you did use it on me,” Anne continued, “then the wand did exactly what it did when it turned you into a nightie earlier.”
“You were alive,” Lisa said. It wasn’t a question.
“I was alive,” Anne confirmed.
Lisa turned away, staring off in the direction of the laundry room.
“Yeah,” Anne said in her sarcastic tone. “You’d think something like this would be important enough to be covered in the rules, wouldn’t you?”
“Hey!” Chris cried out. “Give the guy a break. As far as we know, this is the first time anyone’s ever used the wand to turn an inanimate object into a person. Right, Lise?” He turned to his wife for support, but she just continued to stare into space. After a moment of uneasy silence, Chris went on. “Anyway, Anne and I figure our best bet is to do some experimenting with the wand. You know, try different combinations of changes until we find the one that will get her … uh…“ He looked to Anne for help, but she just shrugged.
“No,” Lisa said quietly.
“Excuse me?” Anne asked, turning to her. “No?”
“No,” Lisa repeated firmly. “No experiments. No attempts to get her back to normal. No.” She turned to look at her husband. “She stays.”
Chris and Anne shared a look. “Look, Lisa…”
Lisa cut him off. “You heard me, Chris. She stays.”
“Okay,” Chris said, recognizing her tone. “Is it safe for me to ask why?”
“Because I’d be a complete nutcase if we did,” Lisa snapped, immediately regretting her tone. She took a breath to calm herself down before going on. “Look, Chris. You saw how I was this morning. Why do you think that was?”
Chris shrugged. “I wasn’t sure. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”
Lisa started to say something, but Anne spoke up first. “I’m sorry.”
Lisa turned to her. “What?”
“I’m sorry,” Anne repeated. “That’s what you said when you were putting me into the hamper. You knew I was alive inside the bra.”
“No,” Lisa said quickly. “Not really. Not for sure. But I knew it was at least a possibility. She turned back to Chris. “And it drove me out of my mind.”
Chris gave her an understanding nod. “That’s why you said you had to start thinking of her as ‘just a bra’ again.”
“And I couldn’t,” Lisa went on. “Don’t forget that I was in the same situation and, at the time, thought that I was going to be stuck that way forever. As much as I tried, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I had done the same thing to her.”
Chris sat quietly for a bit. “I understand, Lisa, but…”
“No buts, Chris,” Lisa cut in. “Even if you do your experiments… Even if you somehow manage to get it to work at some point, we’ll never know if it worked again. Not for sure. There will always be that remote chance that we did it a little different that final time, and Anne will still be alive somehow. And I just couldn’t take it with that gnawing at me.” She took a breath. “So, she stays.”
Chris sighed and turned to the other woman. Anne gave him a smile. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been worried about the same issues,” she told him.
With another sigh, Chris sat back in his chair. “Okay,” he gave in. “So, how does this work? You two take turns being my wife?”
“You wish,” Lisa and Anne said in stereo.
“Well, as I told Lisa last night,” Anne piped up, “she’s the original. None of this changes that. I’ll just have to be someone else. A long lost cousin, maybe.”
“A long lost cousin?” Lisa repeated skeptically, to which Anne gave her a shrug. “A long lost cousin… who no one else in my family remembers… and who happens to look exactly like me. I don’t know.”
“Actually,” Chris considered, leaning forward, “that’s not as impossible as it sounds. You come from a big family. There’s bound to be members that even you’ve never met before.”
“Well, sure,” Lisa admitted, “but what about other details? Like social security numbers and education? Stuff like that?”
Chris sat back again. “Yeah, that could be a problem,” he nodded, giving it some thought. After a bit, he added, “You know, I’m sure Claude could take care of all that.”
“Claude!” both girls shouted together.
“That creep?” Anne added.
Chris couldn’t help but smile. He knew how Lisa felt about his college roommate. “Okay,” he said, “I know he can be a bit … out there. But I don’t know anyone that knows his way around computer systems like he does. Plus, he has lots of contacts in the cyber-community. So, if he can’t get Anne set up, he’s bound to know someone who can. Might cost us a little, but I think we can pull it off.”
“Okay,” Lisa agreed. “Okay. I guess we don’t really have a lot of options here.”
“But what are you going to tell him?” Anne asked. “Surely, you’re not going to let that pervert know about the wand.”
“Uh, certainly not,” Chris told her. Even he didn’t want to think about what Claude would do if he got his hands on that kind of power. “I’ll just have to come up with some story to tell him. I am a writer, after all,” he added with a smile.
The women just nodded.
“First, though,” Chris said, sitting forward and picking up the wand from the coffee table, “I think we can do something about that looking exactly like you issue.” Without another word, he got up, stepped over to the couch, and tapped Anne on the head with the tip of the wand.
“Hey!” the surprised girl shouted as she felt the familiar tingle of the wand’s power. She felt herself changing somehow, but before she had a chance to find out how, she felt the touch of the wand on the top of her head a second time, and everything shifted back again. She looked up quickly, shoving Chris away from her. “What’s the big idea?” she shouted, watching him stumble away from her. She looked back down at herself, using her hands to check out her body through the sweatshirt. “What the hell did you just do to me?”
“He turned you into a redhead,” Lisa said from beside her, “then back into me.”
“To give you a bit more of your own identity,” Chris explained, sitting back down. “And it’s a little more involved than just a dye job. You’ll also be about an inch taller, have a slightly different build…”
“Bigger boobs?” Lisa offered.
Chris swallowed. “Maybe a little.”
“You’ll have green eyes,” he went on, obviously trying to change the subject. “Oh, and you’ll be left-handed.”
Anne looked up from checking herself out. “Left-handed?” she asked. Chris nodded. “Well, that’ll take a little getting used to.”
“It shouldn’t,” Chris told her.
“Because,” he explained, “it’ll be your natural state. So, it should come… well, naturally. At any rate, in twelve hours you’ll be officially your own person.”
Anne sat back and thought about that. She turned to look at Lisa, who gave her a nod. “You’ll have to admit,” she said, “it’s a start.”
Anne sighed. “I guess you’re right. I just hadn’t really given a whole lot of thought to what I was going to do with myself after this. Where will I stay? And what about a job?”
“Well,” Lisa answered, “for now, you’ll stay with us. As for a job, I could probably put in a good word in for you with my old boss down at the bookstore.”
Anne turned to Chris, who nodded in agreement. “Thanks, guys.”
“No problem,” Chris replied. “Good for now?” Anne nodded. “Then, I guess we should do something about Lisa and me, now.”
“What’s the big deal?” Anne wondered. “You each just need to spend twelve hours as something else, right?”
“True,” Chris agreed, moving around the coffee table, “but according to the rules, the person using the wand can’t use it on himself. So, we’ll just have to take turns. It means that I’ll have to become panties one more time while Lisa’s transformed, but I don’t see any other option.”
“Well…” Anne started to say.
“Hold on a second,” Lisa cut her off. “Who said anything about me going first?”
“I don’t understand,” Chris said, stopping in his tracks, “From your reaction, I just thought you’d like to get it over with first.”
“Well, think again,” she instructed him.
Anne tried again. “Uh, guys…”
“Don’t you want to get back to normal?” Chris asked Lisa, ignoring Anne.
“Of course I do,” she told him with just a touch of impatience. “I’m just not in any hurry, that’s all.” Seeing his confusion, she sighed. “Look, Chris, that business in the kitchen this morning caught me off guard. You’d read the letter. You, at least, knew you were going to change back. I didn’t know what the hell was going on.”
“Okay,” he replied. “I can see that. But you realize that if I go first, you’re going to change into a nightie again before I change back, right?”
“Actually…” Anne said, trying one more time to get the couple’s attention.
“Yes,” Lisa said, again cutting her off, “I do. And I know that you’ll have to turn me back into myself, and then into something else again to finally get me back to me permanently. But I’m willing to do all of that. I just need a little time to put all of this into perspective.”
Chris thought for a minute, before giving in. “Okay,” he said. “Fair enough. I’ll go first.” He turned the wand around and held it out to his wife. “Care to do the honors?”
Lisa smiled. “Are you kidding?” she said with obvious excitement. Unfolding her legs, she got up from the couch and took the wand from Chris. “So, what do you want to be?”
“Well,” Chris answered with a sly grin, “I’ve been panties twice now, and have yet to be worn.” He gave her a wink. “Who knows? Maybe the third time will be the charm.”
Lisa returned his grin with one of her own. “One never knows,” she told him. She leaned forward to give him a kiss, before stepping back. “Ready?”
“Then,” she went on, “one pair of silky drawers coming up.” And she touched the wand to Chris’s forehead. There was the familiar flash, and Chris’s clothes dropped straight down to the floor at her feet. Lisa looked over to Anne with a smile. “Is that guy something else, or what?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Anne said with a straight face. “He’s panties.”
Lisa’s smile got wider as she winked at her new cousin. “Yes,” she purred. “He is.”
“I KNEW IT!!!”
The outburst was so sudden, that Lisa actually backed up a few steps. “Kn- knew?” she stammered. “Knew what?”
Anne leaped up from the couch. “All that getting perspective bullshit,” she answered, waving an accusing finger at Lisa. “What a load of crap! Admit it. You just wanted to wear Chris as your panties.”
“Well, duh,” Lisa fired back.
“So, why didn’t you just tell him that?”
“Oh, come on,” Lisa said, moving back over to the pile of clothes containing her husband. “You know how he can be. He just has to be the hero. Who knows how long he’d have argued about it if I hadn’t come up with a way he could do that.” It was her turn to point a finger. “Besides, in a way, this is all your fault anyway.”
“My fault?” Anne repeated. “How can you tricking your husband into being your panties be my fault?”
“Because is you that planted the idea in the first place.”
“Last night,” Lisa replied, “just before I turned you into a bra. You said something about wearing him, and ever since, I haven’t been able to get that image out of my head.” She paused for a second to take a breath. “Look. So far, because of this wand, I’ve spent the night as a slip while my husband banged my underwear, almost had a nervous breakdown because I was worried about whether said underwear was still alive, and been marinated in ice cold sticky tea. Isn’t it time I got a little something out of this for me?”
“What about the make-up sex you got from Chris last night?” Anne offered. “From where I was hanging, that looked and sounded pretty good.”
Lisa smiled at the memory. “Yeah, it was. Great, in fact. And you want to know the best part. After I finish apologizing to Chris for this little trick, I get to have more. So, yay! Win-win for me.”
Anne didn’t say anything. She just shook her head, trying to look disapproving, though the slight smile on her lips made that difficult.
A moment later that smile vanished as, without warning, Lisa tossed the wand to her. “Think fast,” she said, grinning as she watched Anne’s awkward catch. The girl practically twisted herself into a pretzel making sure the starred tip didn’t come in contact with her in any way.
“Are you nuts?” Anne shouted at her once she safely had the wand in hand. “Be careful with this thing.”
Lisa just waved her off. “Oh, calm down,” she said. “It doesn’t work that way, remember? Someone has to be holding it, and that person can’t be changed. You were perfectly safe.” Using one hand to hold her robe closed, she squatted down to look for Chris in the pile of clothes. “Trust me on this. The last thing I want to do is turn you into something right now.”
With an impatient sigh, Lisa stopped her search and looked up at the other woman. “Really,” she repeated firmly. “Think about it. If I was to change you, then in twelve hours you’d turn back into… well, me. That means that we’d have to turn you back into your new body, then back into me for another twelve hours before you’d finally be you for good.” She turned back to the clothes on the floor. “Personally, I think the sooner we get this business over with the better.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Anne said with a nod.
“Good. Ah…” She pulled the panties that were her husband out of his clothes. “Here he…”
That’s as far as she got, as there was a tap on the back of her head. A moment later, she felt the tingle of the wand’s magic, and she found herself falling helplessly to the floor wrapped completely in her robe. Her first instinct was to jump up and slap Anne silly, but she quickly found out that that was impossible. She couldn’t move at all. Oh, you little…
“Well,” Anne said, unaware that she had interrupted Lisa’s mental tirade, “you said you wanted to get this over as soon as possible. Now, we’ll all be back to normal in just twelve hours. What do you think about that?”
Oh, you don’t want to know what I’m thinking right now.
Unable to hear Lisa’s thoughts, Anne went on. “You know, I tried to explain that, since I was going to be around, you two didn’t really have to take turns, but you were both so caught up in your little games, you just wouldn’t listen. Way to make the new girl feel welcome, guys.”
She bent down on one knee, placing the wand on the coffee table. She picked up the panties that lay on the floor next to Lisa’s seemingly empty robe. “I’m sorry, Chris,” she said, holding them up so that he could see her. “I know you were looking forward to being worn this time. Unfortunately, I think I’m probably in enough trouble with Lisa as it is without wrapping you around my … uh … private parts. So, instead of the third time being the charm, I’m afraid it’s going to be three strikes and you’re out. Don’t worry, though. If I know my cousin – and if I don’t, who does? – you’re going to get your wish soon enough.”
Folding him over her arm, she reached into Lisa’s crumpled robe. “As for your currently pissed off wife,” she said, smiling as she felt what she was looking for, “she and I are going to try a little role reversal.” She pulled out the white cotton bra and held it up. “After all, you’ve been wearing me for months. Only seems right you should return the favor at least once.”
Oh, keep smiling, hon, Lisa growled from within her cotton form. We’ll see if you’re this happy after I’ve turned you into a birdbath… in the garden… under the bird feeder.
Unaware of her pending condition, Anne stood up. “Well, the only thing to decide now is how to spend the day. Chris, I’m afraid, will be spending it lying on the bed. But you, dear cousin… Well, you and I are going to have us a girls’ day out. How do you feel about doing a little shopping?”
“You see,” Anne continued, “the way I see it, in just under twelve hours, I’m not going to have anything to wear. I’ll not only be taller, but apparently … bigger. So, even you won’t fit at that point. So, I’m going to need at least a few things that are mine.”
Picking up the wand, she headed for the bedroom to get dressed. “I hope you don’t mind if I use your cards. It shouldn’t be a problem since, technically, I am you right now. Don’t worry. I promise to keep it under a thousand or so. And I promise I’ll pay you back.”
Oh, there’s going to be pay back alright, Lisa boiled as she swung from Anne’s arm. She saw now that a birdbath would be going too easy on her new relative. But that was okay. After all, she had twelve hours to come up with the perfect revenge.
The End…until it's time to go Treat-or-Tricking