Polished Off

Polished Off (Perfect Polish 2)

"Maria's home!" called a little voice, and there was a sudden patter of feet heading toward the apartment door.  A row of foot tall girls with nail polish coloured ears and tails waited to pounce as a key turned in the lock.  The door swung wide, and they rushed forth to hug Maria's legs, chattering cheerfully.

"And she brought a guy!"

Maria clucked at the kittygirls about her legs.  “Inside, pets.”

Her date stumbled into the apartment, looking stunned.  “What... what are they?”

“I told you I had some unusual pets.”

Greta, the boldest of the lot, was already cuddling up against her date’s leg.  He twitched violently, sending her soaring against the wall where she hit with an unpleasant sounding crunch.

Maria turned on him with flinty eyes.  “For that, I should turn you into a cat-bed.”

“Fuck this, I’m out of here!”  The door slammed behind him.

Maria sighed softly as she turned to tend to Greta.  “And he’d seemed so nice at the restaurant.  How are you holding up, pet?”

“Ugh.  Not so hot, mistress.  Feels like a couple of broken ribs.  Mousie time for me, I think.  Unless you need polish for your next date.”

Maria unstoppered a very special nail polish bottle, and a doll-sized bright red figure made of nail polish emerged.  “Your choice, Greta,” said Alica, the nail polish genie.  “Either one will immobilize you and help you heal.”

“Toy, then.  Something fun for the others, hm?  Polish isn’t really my thing.”

Alica clapped her hands together, sending a few droplets of polish at Greta’s form.  “As you wish.”  The polish swiftly spread and coated Greta’s body in brilliant purple to match her ears and tail.  Once she was fully coated, the polish shrunk and changed, reshaping her into a rubber mouse with a long, thick tail that was just the right size for rather less playful use among the remaining kitty-girls.

Maria chuckled as the new toy was grabbed by Kella, a pet girl whose entire body was slicked with bright pink and purple striped polish. She set off running, chased by two others.  “Well, that should keep them happy until change-back day.  Looks like fun.”

“Is that a wish, mistress?”

Maria chuckled.  “You’ll not snare me that easily, my genie.”

Alica grinned hugely.  “One day, mistress.  One day.”

“And probably when I least expect it.”  Maria smiled, and looked over the residents of her apartment, beckoning them closer.  “Come, my pets.  Since it looks like my evening’s company has failed the test, I get to spend the night with you.”

She scooped Lena up and gave her a cuddle.  Lena purred, then glared at the door and sent a hiss its way.  “He shoulda been the one to be a toy, not Greta.”

“I know, pet.  But I can’t just transform everyone that pisses me off.  Only volunteers.”

“Speaking of which, Kella has another ‘roomie’ lined up for Monday, when you’re off.”

Maria smiled reminiscently.  Kella had been her first attempt to find a roommate after turning Greta into a pet.  She showed up at the same time Lena had after selling off or storing her possessions, and got to watch Lena’s conversion into a toy first-hand.  Kella had lasted barely a day as a human before idly wishing she knew what it was like to be “like that”.  Alica had happily granted the wish, and Kella hadn’t looked back.

Still, that had left Maria with a need for another roommate.  Greta, her original roommate, was the one that had come up with the suggestion of charging pets a pet-sized share of the rent.  Even on welfare, a twelfth share of the rent was easy to afford, and left lots over to save or spend on fun things like an even bigger TV for the apartment.

Maria had freed Alica at that suggestion, which changed her, Greta, Lena and Kella back to human, if still doll-sized.  The conversation went long enough that all of them grew back to human sized, even without clothing to accelerate it.  Alica was the most disappointed of all of them to be “normal”, but Maria hid the bottle and made them all stay that way until morning, as it was Sunday night and she had the next two days off.

Monday morning they all agreed to the pet deal, with one caveat: time spent as a genie, toy or just as polish didn’t count against their rent.  Maria drew up a very brief contract to that effect, allowing her to change them however and whenever she saw fit, but only charging rent if they were mobile.  Kella was the first to sign, and once Alica was bottled, the first to be changed into what became her favourite form.  Instead of leaving her mostly human, she was entirely converted to polish, but left able to run and play and speak like the others.  She loved her pretty stripes, and persuaded Lena to try out a leopard-spotted version of the same design.

Kella had a knack for finding out people’s desires and fantasies. She had gone online and proven her skills by finding three more girls who were all too willing to spend their days as foot-tall mostly-human pets in exchange for a tiny rent and run of an apartment that (to them) was the size of an aircraft hangar.  Nina, Jade and Zara rounded out the apartment’s permanent residents, and several of their friends would come and stay as pets or toys for a day or two now and again.  The guest room was full of brightly coloured ladders and toys, augmented at times by polish-crafted creations to turn it into a playground for Maria’s tiny roommates.  The single bed was still there, and huge enough to sleep two dozen pets, though most nights more slept with Maria than in the guest room.

Kella had offered to vet Maria’s attempts to find a boyfriend, but Maria had refused.  Having someone else text chat them pretending to be her bothered her in ways that turning people into pets did not.

Maria sighed.  Maybe it was time to reconsider that choice.  She’d brought home four guys since the polish genie bottle had entered her life, and tonight’s reaction had been the worst yet.  One had run screaming upon seeing her pets, the other two had just called her a freak and stormed off.  She felt guilty about what had happened to Greta, and vowed to let Kella vet the next guy.

Two nights later, she remembered that vow when Hans started chatting her up at the restaurant.  He was funny, cute, and most importantly, polite to her and the other staff.  He hung around at closing, waited for her to finish cleaning up, then struck up the conversation again.  Maria tried to think of the sort of things Kella might ask.

Then she figured direct was best.  “Hans, do you believe in magic?”

Hans laughed.  “The tabloids are all on about it of late.  Some of it’s pretty funny, like the fraternity that all got turned into bras while on a panty raid against their neighbouring sorority.  The bit that got me was that apparently some of the guys went back and did it again after the university made the sorority change them back.”

“I heard about that one,” said Maria with a giggle.  “Would you be one of the guys that went back?”

“Not a chance.  I got the impression that those ones weren’t going to be rescued.”

“What about the stories of people getting shrunk?  What would you do if you found a foot tall woman?”

Hans’ expression froze.  “I...  Uh...  I would take good care of her, and try to get her home.”

Maria tried to hide her disappointment at Hans’ reaction.  “What if she decided she’d rather stay with you?”

The smile that crossed Hans’ face made Maria grin.  “Then I’d consider myself very lucky indeed.”

“C’mon, let’s go to my place.  I’d like to show you something.”

This time, when the door opened and five miniature kitty-girls rushed her, Maria saw something very different on her date’s face.  Amazement, at first.  But he was also looking intently for something, something he didn’t find.

“What’s wrong?”

“I... Uh...  Nothing!  They’re awfully friendly.”

“Come on, come on!” cried Kella.  “Let him come play with us already!”

Maria laughed, and gestured Hans inside.  “Welcome to my humble abode.  Girls, this is Hans.  Hans, meet Kella, Lena, Nina, Jade and Zara,” she pointed to each in turn.  “Greta’s not available at the moment, she was hurt earlier and is resting up as a toy.”

“A toy?” asked Hans incredulously.  “May I see?”

Lena dashed off and soon brought back the glistening mousie-toy that Greta had become.  “Here she is!”

Hans picked the toy up, staring at it in wonder.  “This is... a person?”

Maria nodded.  “My last date panicked when she hugged his leg, and she bruised or broke a few ribs.  They heal up really fast when they’re changed like this, it’s not the first time.”

“Oh.”  Hans’ focus was absorbed on the toy.  “Good.”

“You’re more interested in that toy than you are in me,” accused Maria.

“I...”  Hans’ eyes went wide.  “What?”

“Why are you really here?”

Hans’ expression was all the answer Maria needed.  “I think he’d make nice polish.  What do you think, Alica?”

The polish genie popped out of the bottle in Maria’s hand, and grinned.  “Of course, mistress.  a bottle, or just on your fingernails?”

“Just the nails.”

Hans’ eyes went even wider.  “Wait!”  It was too late, a fine spray of polish from Alica’s hands had already coated his chest, and was spreading.  She’d avoided his clothes, so while he dwindled away to nothing they collapsed in a heap on the floor.  A moment later, Maria’s fingernails were tipped in glittery pink.

“Ooh, he’s so pretty,” gushed Maria.  “I bet he’s the kind of guy that would hate being pink.”

“Probably, mistress.  How long will you keep him?”

“I don’t know.”

Kella looked up at her accusingly.  “He didn’t do anything to warrant that.”

Maria winced. “I know.  I got jealous, he was more attracted to all of you than to me.  I’ll change him back in the morning,” she added with a huge yawn.  “G’night.”

* * *

In the morning, Kella had to remind Maria of her promise.  Twice.  Once she was caffeinated, clean, and fed, Maria reluctantly agreed.

“Genie, you are free.”

Alica pouted as she tumbled to the countertop as a doll sized human.  “Aww.  But change-back isn’t until tonight!”

“We’re doing it early today.  Unless someone objects, we can skip tonight’s change back, though.  Okay?”

“Fine, just let me back in.”   Alica dove into the bottle as Maria held it out.

Hans was on the countertop as well, and had watched the whole exchange.  “She... wants to be like that?”

“They all do,” said Maria.  “They pay a fraction of a normal person’s rent.”

“And we get to live in this huuuuge place!” called Kella from the floor.  The others came scampering after her, still doll-sized.

“Everyone ready to be kitty-girls again?” asked Maria.  “For now, anyway.  I may need polish later, and there’s always call for toys.  Any volunteers?”

As usual, none of the girls wanted to demote themselves right away.  Soon, each and every one was bedecked with their usual polish-coloured kitty ears and tail.  Kella opted for a blue-green spotty-cat coating this time, in her usual hybrid of kitty-girl and toy.

Hans stared at one kitty-girl in particular, who smiled back up at him.  “You’re OK?”

Greta nodded.  “I’m fine.  The ribs don’t hurt at all any more.”

“Right.  Get your clothes on, and get out,” said Maria, dumping said clothes on the counter beside Hans.  He looked confused.

“Wait!” called Greta.  “What if we want a kitty-boy to play with?  Please?”

Maria raised an eyebrow.  “Are you sure?”

Greta nodded eagerly.

“Fine.  Alica, if you’d do the honours?”

“Don’t I get a say?” asked Hans plaintively, but his ears and tail were already painting themselves into existence.

“Nope.”  Maria lifted him down to the floor.  “Now behave, or you’ll end up as my nail polish again.  I have to go to work.”

Maria fretted by the door after Greta and Hans had headed off.  “Think he’ll be OK with the others?”

“You could leave Alica here so she can turn him into a toy if he misbehaves,” suggested Kella.

“Are you OK with that, my genie?”

Alica nodded eagerly.  “They get to have way more fun than I do cooped up in your locker all day.”

Maria smiled at her fondly.  “Then you shall have your wish.  Do my nails up quick, then you have my permission to change anyone here however you like.  I’m off to work!”

The door had already shut behind her before Alica realized just what a gift she’d been given.  “Eeeeheeehee!  I’m going to have so much fun today!”

Kella giggled.  “You don’t know the half of it.”

* * *

It had been a long day at the restaurant, and Maria was just glad to be heading home.  Until she noticed that her nails were no longer polished.  That could mean only one thing... somebody had freed Alica.  She raced the rest of the way home in a blind panic, and threw open the door.

“Hello, my pet,” purred Hans.

“Sorry, Maria, he’s the boss now” said Alica as a gesture sent Maria shrinking out of her clothes.

Maria struggled out of her clothes, then touched her twitching ears.  She had big, triangular ears, just like the other kitty-girls.  A quick reach behind herself showed she had a tail, too.  She pulled it forward.  Pink.  “Well, at least it’s a good colour on me.”

“Oh!  That’s right.  You should be blue.  All over, I think,” crowed Hans.  “Nice and dark.”

“Awww,” pouted Maria as the polish washed across her body.  “No fair.”

“Was it fair to turn me into pink glittery polish?”

“No.”

“No what?”

Maria looked up at Hans, trembling at the expression she saw there.  “No, master.”

“Much, much better.  Don’t forget that, or I’ll find some more suitable form for you, like I did for the others.”  

Hans gestured to a row of silent polish toys, in familiar shades.  Peach for Nina, dark green for Jade, and royal purple for Zara.  “They didn’t like the new boss, you see.  But their objections have been silenced.  Any questions?”

Maria shook her head abruptly.  “No, master.”

“Good.  Come here.”

Maria hesitated, and a glance from Hans to Alica sent fresh polish over her body, costing her an inch of height that she could ill afford.  “I’m coming!  I’m coming!”  She scampered as quickly as she could on the slick paws that had replaced her feet, and soon was rubbing up against Hans’ leg.

“Much better.  Such an obedient pet.”

Maria shot him a poisonous look, and that cost her her face.  It was replaced by a cat’s muzzle, shaped into a permanent grin.  She still had her voice, though it was oddly accented due to her reshaped mouth.  Her voice only lasted another five minutes, until a muttered curse got overheard.  Then all she could do was purr, whether she wanted to or not.

Hans patted his new pet softly.  “Come now.  It’s not a bad life, being a pet.  Surely you must see that.”

Maria found out she could still hiss, and that her paws actually had sharp claws.  That cost her most of the mobility she had left.

Hans sighed mournfully.  “It didn’t have to end like this, you know.  You make a pretty sculpture, but you could have been so much more.”  He set her near the other frozen toys, where she could do nothing but stare at their inert forms.  “Goodnight, toy.  I’ll play with you in the morning.”

Maria was dumbfounded.  How had she fallen so far, so fast?  She couldn’t even cry.  All she could do was turn her head, and wave one paw.  Her tail swished in agitation, but eventually she slept.  There was nothing else to do.

Morning gave her no relief.  She wasn’t hungry, or tired, or anything.  She was a toy, and toys didn’t need anything except attention.  That, she got.  Hans carried her with him wherever he went, so she got to watch him make and eat breakfast.  He put little bowls on the floor for Kella, Greta and Lena.  Lena’s refusal to eat from her bowl got her added to the row of sculptures, terrifying Maria anew.  Worse, Hans made it clear that he had no intention of changing any of them back.

Maria considered trying to escape.  But with only two partially functional limbs, it would be impossible.  There was nothing for it but to endure.

After breakfast, Hans ordered his pets to clean themselves, and they did so with long tongues.  Hans chuckled softly.  “So cute.”  He took Maria with him to the washroom, and gave her a quick and remarkably invigorating scrub while he washed his hands.

The rest of the day was quiet.  Hans fired up the game console, and had Alica reduce two of the controllers so Kella and Greta could play.  It seemed like they were having quite a lot of fun, though Hans was something of a sore loser.  Each time Kella beat him, she lost an inch of height.  Before dinnertime, she was reduced to a mere toy like Maria.  They watched from their perch on the coffee table as Greta very carefully almost won each game.

“Excellent,” said Hans as he shut the TV off.  “I have found the perfect pet.”

Greta smiled up at him lovingly.  “Thank you, master.”

At dinner, Hans gathered the toys and one pet at the table.  Greta ate from a small plate beside his, while the others watched and sat in silence.  Maria waved her paw in a attempt to get attention.

“Ah!” said Hans.  “I’d forgotten about you, Maria.  You didn’t volunteer to be a pet.”

Maria would have grinned if she could have.  He was going to...

“Reduce her all the way,” said Hans with a leer.  “Not even a sculpture, something lower.  A fuck-toy.”

Maria screamed her denial, but nothing left the confines of her mind.  Her sight vanished, and her ability to move.  She could feel her body tremble under Hans’ touch.  And he’d left her one other thing.  She could hear.

“I’m not going to use you, fuck-toy.  I’m just going to go, taking my pet and my genie.  I’m sure someone will make good use of you.  Someday.”

Maria heard his footfalls moving away, the click of the door’s latch, then a slam.  Then nothing.

Her body thrummed softly in the silence of the apartment.  She tried to ignore it, ignore that she was a vibrating sex-toy.  It was impossible.  She could feel the vibrations in every fiber of her being.  Her polished skin was so soft, so slick, so...  Maria tried to tamp the thought down.  It felt good.  So good.  She just wished someone would touch her, make her feel... complete.

But there was nobody to hear her.  Nobody to touch her.  Just an apartment full of immobile toys.

Maria’s last coherent thought before she gave in to despair and pleasure was that her boss was going to be so pissed when she didn’t show up on Wednesday.