Two women in sleek shiny dresses fled the club, giggling as they dashed into the night. It looked like half the club was shambling after them like zombies, heads filled with lust thanks to the magical dresses the two were wearing. A well placed cab rescued them from the horde, and whisked them away.
The raven-haired, chesty one laughed as she craned her neck to watch the crowd turn away once their dresses were out of sight. “That was insane. I mean, I remember when we had the red dress shoot and everyone went nuts, but... I figured that was people playing along on a porn shoot. Not...”
Darryl chuckled in his light, feminized voice. “I think Yana dialed back the attraction factor this time, too. Nobody was trying to tear our dresses off. Maybe it helped that we were obviously together?”
Nadine snuggled up against him and purred. “Mmmm. Your dress is working on me, too. I might not want to tear it off... partly because I know it’s Heather... but I’m just about ready to overlook that this isn’t your normal body and drag you off to bed.”
Darryl patted the skirt of Nadine’s dress. “While both Heather and Yana would undoubtedly have fun with that, I think my sweetie has gone far enough in keeping her promise.”
“There isn’t room back here for three people,” said Nadine. “Wish I could stretch out a little, my legs are killing me. Aren’t yours?”
Darryl shook his head, making his long chestnut hair cascade over his shoulders. “For a change this extensive, it’s easier to turn people into robots.”
Nadine blinked at that. “You’re a robot? You act totally human.”
“OK, maybe cyborg is closer. My mind is still normal, my body... not so much. I’d get Yana to amp it up to prove it, but I’d rather not blow the cabbie’s mind.”
Nadine grinned wickedly. “You might not want to, but...” She slithered out of her dress, and gave it a hug. “Hey, Yana. Thanks for being my dress tonight. Your sweetie is right, you’ve done your penance.”
The dress reformed into a doll-sized woman. Yana grinned up at Nadine. “Thanks. I really am sorry about the pumpkin thing. I had no idea it’d traumatize you.”
“Are you okay, sweetie? I didn’t realize until after I asked that being clothing is hard for you.”
Yana shrugged and looked away. “Trying not to think about it.”
“Can I hug her?” asked Nadine. “She really looks like she needs it.”
Darryl looked around at the cramped quarters in the back of the cab. “I guess she can have my spot.”
Darryl vanished, but before his dress – Heather – could collapse, it was refilled by Yana growing back to normal size. She burrowed in against Nadine’s side, gratefully accepting the other woman’s hug and cuddles.
“Sshh, sshh, it’s okay now,” murmured Nadine. “I won’t ever ask you to do that again. Was it so bad, being worn?”
Yana shook her head. “Just being stuck.” She made a face. “I know, Darryl. I like being stuck. Just not as clothes.”
“Darryl? You can hear him? I figured you’d turned him into your bra like last time.”
Yana was already mostly facing Nadine, so when tugged the left side of her dress down, the cabbie wouldn’t be able to see her exposed breast. Nadine could, though, and gasped. “Darryl?”
Darryl’s face grinned up at her from Yana’s breast. His eyes peeked over Yana’s nipple, and his mouth was perched under it. “In the flesh,” he whispered. “What’s left of it.”
Yana squirmed. “Tickles when you talk.”
Darryl started singing, so Yana pulled her dress back up, muffling him.
“That’s crazy,” fretted Nadine. “He’s just a boob. Why?”
“He volunteered. Kinda. And I figured it’d make him happy.” Yana smirked. “Very happy, he says.”
“Magic doesn’t have to be threatening,” Yana said, trying to be reassuring.
Nadine rolled her eyes. “You haven’t been doing a good sales job on that point.”
Yana chuckled ruefully. “No, I suppose not at that. What would help you see?”
Nadine looked away, and didn’t answer.
The silence in the cab was broken by the cabbie announcing they were at their destination, though his request for payment got a little strangled when he realized there was a naked woman getting out of his cab. Yana summoned a few bills from her be-ribboned purse, hiding how they appeared in her hand before she passed them over.
As the cabbie pulled away, Nadine waved, and blew him a kiss. Yana shook her head. “You’ll scandalize the neighbours.”
Yana hurried her naked friend inside and closed the door. “Don’t you want something to cover up?”
“Nah, I like being naked. It’s part of why I love working at KK’s studio.”
“And I just don’t get that either. Naked at home isn’t so bad, but where everyone can see?”
“Speaking of naked,” grinned Nadine. “Can you change Heather back? Maybe she’d sell this magic thing better.”
Yana’s clinging, shiny dress grew even shinier as it spun into glittering ribbons. They fluttered off Yana’s body and into a rough humanoid shape that a moment later became Yana’s imposing co-worker from the wardrobe department at KK’s. Heather looked around and grinned. “Just us girls, then?” She showed no sign of noticing that she and the other two were naked.
“And me,” chirped Darryl in stereo. His face grinned up from each of Yana’s breasts, one facing Nadine, the other Heather.
Heather clucked her tongue. “No, no, this will never do. Girls night.” She covered Yana’s breast with a hand, giving it a good kneading. Darryl squirmed and giggled and when she let go he stuck a tongue out at her. “Aww,” pouted Heather. “I wanted to moosh him away into nothing.”
“Works for me,” laughed Darryl. “Feel free to go a bit bigger in the process. Or a lot bigger, you’ve got me to add muscle...”
This time when Heather started kneading, Yana’s breasts grew and grew under her touch, sculpting into improbable shapes before Heather smoothed them back out to something more normal. “Woah. You’re bigger than Nadine.”
Yana glanced at Nadine’s enormous breasts guiltily. “I felt a little overshadowed.”
Nadine harrumphed at the looks she was getting. “I’ll have you know these are entirely natural.”
“Really?” asked Yana, while Heather just raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, not really. I was already pretty big when I started doing porn, and every now and then figured ‘why not go a bit bigger’.”
Yana smirked. “Why not, indeed?” Her breasts grew even larger, as did she, adding well-defined muscles to her growing body. “Oh, I could get to like this.”
Heather stared up at her. “Wow. You’re taller than me, now. Having fun?”
Yana chuckled warmly, and gestured for the others to follow as she moved out of the now cramped entry hall and into the living room. “So. Girls’ night in, plus trying to show Nadine how magic can be cool instead of scary. Ideas?”
“Random silly transformations?” suggested Heather. A moment later, she was covered in glitter. The sparkles grew thicker and deeper, burying her in a mound of sequins. When Heather struggled free of them, the ones that scattered away vanished, and soon they were all gone. In the process, Heather had lost half her height. She looked up at Nadine and grinned. “Oooh, now you’re a giantess.”
“Not to Yana,” laughed Nadine. Then her eyes went wide as Yana dwindled, stopping at Heather’s height. Another female figure formed between them, and pulled the three down to kneel.
“Oh mighty goddess Nadine, grace us with your blessings,” intoned Darryl, getting a giggle from the other two before they echoed him.
Nadine smirked. “Still hard to feel like a giantess when all the furniture is scaled to me, not... Woah!” A sparkling of ribbons swarmed the couch, tables and chairs, and soon they were half sized as well.
Heather took a seat and grinned up at Nadine. “You were saying?”
Nadine bit her lip, looking around. “Wow. Um... can I pick you up?”
Yana stepped forward, arms up. Nadine scooped her up, then sat on the floor and proceeded to fawn over Yana like a kitten. Before long, she was holding a figure that was more spotty-cat than cat-girl, and grinning even wider. “I wonder what it would be like to be a pet.”
Yana looked over at Darryl sharply. “Hey! She asked.”
“What?” asked Nadine. “You were going to...”
“You asked!” protested Yana. “And Darryl stopped me.”
Nadine pushed Yana off her lap. “I did not ask. I speculated. I might ask, but... Darryl’s right. Not yet.”
Yana stomped over to Darryl as best she could with fuzzy feet. Her efforts made Heather giggle, which got the woman turned into a tiger-girl for her troubles.
“Yana,” protested Nadine.
“No, it’s fine,” purred Heather. “Being a kitty is nice.” The two catgirls snuggled up against Darryl.
Nadine sighed. “Can we go back to normal and try this again?”
Yana shook her head. “Nope. Forward, not back.”
“How about growing everything up to a size where I don’t have to sit on the floor, and I can look at you without cricking my neck?”
Yana waved her hands expansively, and the furniture grew back to normal. As the shrunken women grew their fur faded away, leaving Yana with ocelot spotted-skin, and Heather with tiger stripes. Both had fuzzy, triangular ears, and slim furry tails, but were otherwise human.
Nadine got up and made her way to an overstuffed chair, while the other three snuggled together on the couch. “You three look awfully comfy together. Am I a third wheel?”
“Fourth wheel,” corrected Darryl. At a glare from Yana he raised his hands defensively. “Kidding. Don’t erase me.”
Yana stuck her tongue out at him instead. “My boobs would be more than happy to reabsorb you.”
“How can you just joke about that?” asked Nadine. “Isn’t it traumatic?”
Darryl smirked. “To be breasts? Nope. Do you really think it would be?”
Nadine snickered. “Okay, point taken. It’s still a diminishment. You’re helpless.”
Heather glanced over at Yana. “Helpless can be fun, with the right person. You’ve never wanted to be tied up by a lover?”
Nadine nodded. “But I’m still human. What’s the point in bondage if you can’t struggle?”
“Exactly!” exclaimed Yana. “I can leave Darryl a little ability to move, and that can be even more fun. As boobs, or even as clothing, though that’s a little trickier.”
Nadine shook her head. “Not the same.”
“True,” agreed Darryl. “But are you willing to concede it might also be fun, in a new and different way?”
Nadine narrowed her eyes at Darryl. “You might look female, but you don’t think like one.”
That led to a sullen silence for a time. Darryl broke it, suggesting they play a game.
“Truth or dare?” suggested Heather. “With magic involved, it could be...” She winced at the glower coming from Nadine. “Okay, fine. What’s your idea?”
“Pictionary?” offered Darryl. The others looked at him in confusion.
“Hear me out. Yana could use magic instead of pencil and paper to illustrate her clues. It gives us a chance to show a playful side to magic.”
“Yeah, but I’ve seen how fast Yana is with it,” protested Nadine. “I can’t draw anything that fast.”
“I can,” said Heather confidently. “You’re on, magic girl.”
Yana grinned at the challenge. Darryl hopped up from the couch and was soon back with the game box. Yana and Heather had positioned themselves on either side of a large easel that had taken the place of the coffee table.
Heather drew first, quickly sketching a distinctive style of hat on the board. Darryl shouted, “Pilgrims” before she was done.
Yana pulled a card, and grinned at Darryl. She flicked magic his way, and his robotic nature was soon made extra clear by the exposed metal joints and random glowy bits. Nadine giggled. “OK, now he really is a robot girl.”
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner.” Yana showed her card with Robot written on it.
Heather’s next card took a few more lines to suggest, but the claws and many quickly sketched legs conveyed Lobster easily enough. Nadine looked over at Darryl with a grin. “Aren’t you glad Heather got that one instead of Yana?”
Darryl shrugged. “I’ve been worse things, that’s for sure.”
Nadine’s eyes went wide. Then Yana gestured at Darryl once more, and his legs fused into a long, muscular mass, with a spray of glowing glass at the tip to form a cyberfishy tail.
“Mermaid?” asked Nadine, eyes wide. “Oooh, cool.”
“Oh?” asked Darryl. “Would you have liked this clue on you instead?”
Nadine waggled her hand uncertainly. “I mean, half human is... better than not, right?”
Darryl just grinned inscrutably.
Heather’s next clue had her sketch the outline of a dancer in a few lines. “Ballet” got a nod, but she kept drawing, pointing to the ruffles around the dancer’s waist. “Tutu!” exclaimed Nadine, getting a victorious grin.
“You’re good,” said Yana. “I’m going to have to step up my game.” She gestured at Darryl once more, and his shiny skin got even more so as it became a smooth sheath of mylar. With a soft foomp, Darryl inflated into a teardrop shape with an inflated fan for a tail. His prior form was printed on its surface.
“Balloon,” said Nadine after a moment’s surprise. She poked at Darryl curiously, and he rocked back and forth. “Is he still in there?”
“Yep. Can’t move a muscle, though. Because he doesn’t have any. Not your taste?”
Nadine shook her head rapidly. “Are you going to change him back?”
Yana looked over at Heather, who’d already drawn a card. “Naah. This’ll slow Heather down a little, he’s the best guesser.”
Heather rolled her eyes and started to draw. Two pen-strokes later, Nadine called out “Lipstick! Hah, another one I bet you’d prefer wasn’t...” She looked over at the balloon bobbing beside her. “Not much of a conversationalist like this, is he?”
Yana drew a card and grinned. “This one’s your speed, Nadine. Your head and body won’t change at all. Interested?”
“You wouldn’t rather change Darryl back to mostly-human?”
Yana’s grin grew wider. “I think he looks good like that.”
“Oh, that’s how you want to play, hm? Make me think there’s no other choice?” Nadine crossed her arms over her chest.
Yana’s smile faltered. “Okay, fine. Darryl wouldn’t let me have a thread of magic if he knew you really hated the idea. Do you?”
Nadine looked over to Heather. “Why do you do this? Did you like being a dress?”
“I love it!” enthused the big woman. “Come on, she said you get to keep your head and body. You’ll be fine. If you really hate it, Darryl can change you back even if Yana won’t.”
Nadine nodded slowly. “Okay. One change.”
Yana clapped her hands with glee, and a moment later Nadine’s arms vanished.
“What the hell! You said my body and head...” Nadine rolled her eyes. “Right. Nothing about my arms.” She looked down at herself and frowned. Her left arm was gone entirely, leaving only a rough edge at the shoulder, looking more like broken stone than flesh. Her right arm was just a stub, only coming down to her breast, and ended in a flat, clean plane. “Wait a minute. I look like the Venus de Milo.”
“Ding! We have a winner,” cheered Yana.
“May I have my arms back now?” asked Nadine.
“Oh, come on, N. Try it out for a little while before you bail,” suggested Heather. “Does it hurt?”
“And can you still play?”
Nadine shrugged. “I suppose, at that. Might be inconvenient when I want to have a drink, though.”
“And do keep in mind that you resemble a statue that is seen by many to be one of the most beautiful in the world.”
“Okay! Okay already. I’ll rock the armless look.”
Heather nodded, and pulled her next card. Three circles later, Nadine called out “Tricycle.”
Yana grinned at her card. “I’ve got one here that’ll get you arms.”
Nadine eyed her suspiciously. “Am I going to regret this?”
“You’re not going to give me anything else, are you?”
“I’d hate to spoil the clue. Sorry, my hands are tied.”
Nadine sighed and nodded. “Let’s see what you’ve got this time.”
She smiled as her arms grew back to normal, then frowned as she realized they were rather thinner than before, almost spindly. More disturbingly, a second pair grew in underneath the first. “Four arms? Why would you give me four arms?”
Nadine noticed that Heather was looking behind her, and craned her neck. She got a faceful of butterfly wing, and yelped. “Wings?” She wiggled her shoulders, making the painted vanes attached to her back swish through the air. “I’m a fairy? No wait, fairies usually have the normal number of arms.”
Nadine flexed her arms, studying them. “Four arms. Six limbs... insect. I’m a butterfly girl?”
“Took you a bit, but yep, that’s it,” agreed Yana. “Like it?”
“Can I fly?” asked Nadine curiously.
“Not at this size. Unless I turn most of you into a balloon like Darryl, anyway.”
Nadine shook her head. “I think not. I am a little surprised you didn’t go the extra mile of antennae and faceted eyes.”
Heather snickered and pointed at Nadine’s head. The butterfly-girl put an arm up and felt something protruding from her forehead. “Antennae. Cute.”
“Faceted eyes are really disorienting,” said Yana. “Darryl can manage it, but it took him a couple of days to get used to it. You wouldn’t have been able to see well enough to guess anything.”
Nadine chuckled. “I’m glad I’ve got something keeping me part-human, I guess.”
Heather’s next card, only took three strokes - two half-moons, and the full one between them.
Yana frowned at her next card. “I don’t think you’ll want this one. Darryl’s up again.”
Nadine turned to face the mylar balloon-mermaid, and watched as the bulbous form sagged and drooped. “Deflate?”
Yana shook her head, and gestured toward the silvery material that was piling up on the floor. A side table vanished, reforming around Darryl as a large glass bowl. The growing mass of silver sloshed and churned.
“What on earth did you do to him?” exclaimed Nadine. “He’s quicksilver?”
Yana rolled her eyes, and pointed at the bowl again. Heather ambled closer, and curiously dipped a hand into it. The surface resisted her hand at first, deforming elastically, but after a moment her hand sunk in. She lifted it up and let the silvery substance pour off her hand.
“Liquid...” Nadine shuddered. “Too much like goo. Bleah.”
Yana stamped her foot, and gestured down into the bowl again.
Nadine’s eyes lit up. “Oh! You’re looking for... hm. Action, verb... Melt?”
“Hey Yana, can you grow the bowl bigger? Say... hot tub sized?”
Another side table got scooped up by sparkling ribbons of magic, and the bowl grew. Heather nimbly hopped over the rim of it, landing in the silvery puddle. “Mmm. Feels nice. All melty and gooey. Think I can join in the fun?”
“What?” cried Nadine. “You want... that?”
Heather purred as she wriggled her toes. “Feels amazing. Heavy and squishy. Can you melt me nice and slow?”
Yana nodded, then closed her eyes to concentrate on the magic. Slow changes took the most work of all.
Heather wriggled and danced in the puddle of silver metal as she felt her body slowly lose cohesion. It was most noticeable in her arms, they started to droop and elongate as she swirled them around, stretching like taffy into improbable curves.
As Heather danced she sunk, her legs slowly melting down into golden liquid, spreading in spirals among the silver already there.
Nadine stared at the spectacle, entranced by Heather’s dance and her rapturous smile. Slowly Heather sunk, legs gone, hips and belly slipping away next. She raised her arms to keep them snaking through the air as long as she could. Her smile was the last to go, looking up at Nadine from the surface with a grin and a final wink before merging into the golden, churning mass that remained.
“Cat got your tongue?” asked Yana sweetly.
Nadine tore her eyes away from the hypnotic swirls of the silver and gold, mixing and churning but still separate, as if two immiscible liquids were being stirred by invisible hands. “I... That was incredible. How?”
“Magic,” said Yana simply, wiggling her fingers at Nadine illustratively.
Nadine squeaked and ducked away, as if doing so would have any effect on Yana’s power. “I... Sorry. Being full of goo really got to me. You understand, right? Because dress?”
Yana chuckled softly. “You wore me all night. Don’t get me wrong, the dancing was great fun. Way better than being stuck in a suitcase. Taught me something about facing your fears. Are you sure you don’t want to join them?”
Nadine was staring at the swirling liquids again. “It does look oddly sensual. Can I touch them without getting sucked in?”
Yana studied Nadine’s face for a time, a small smile curling her lips. “Go ahead. I won’t change you unless you specifically ask.”
Nadine bent over the rim of the bowl, and brushed the tips of her fingers over the surface. Tendrils of gold twined about her fingers, tugging at her playfully then sliding away into the mass. Nadine bit her lip, then tried again. This time, when the tendrils tugged, she let her hand sink. “They feel... warm. I thought metal would be cold.”
“They’re not really metal. Shiny and heavy, but still very alive and mobile. Some of my best work yet,” claimed Yana proudly.
Nadine yelped as the tug on her arm got stronger, overbalancing her and dumping her into the pool. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t suck me in.”
“Heather made no such promise,” giggled Yana.
The metallic goop swirled around Nadine, making her squirm. And giggle. Before long she’d given up trying to get out of the slick glass bowl, and started running her hands through the stuff, tossing it into the air. “Uh... is it vanishing when I do that?”
“Yeah. Anything that separates vanishes to keep them from tearing.”
Nadine jerked upright, and vault out of the pool and clear over the rim of the bowl with an assist from her butterfly wings. “What? Did I hurt them? Please tell me they’re okay.”
“They’re fine,” reassured Yana. Nadine didn’t look convinced, so Yana restored Darryl and Heather. They confirmed the story themselves, with Darryl noting that losing bits of himself felt weird, but not uncomfortable. He got a dirty look from Yana and Heather as a result.
To restore some semblance of normalcy, Heather drew another card. A quick slanted-L shaped line got “hockey stick” as an answer from Nadine and Darryl in stereo.
Yana glowered at her card. She turned one pillow into a short, straight sword, getting various weapon names in answer. A pillow turned into a plumed helm didn’t help matters much. Turning the glass bowl into a replica of the Coliseum in Rome, however, did the trick. “Gladiators!” called out Nadine, to much cheering from Yana.
“Could you make little gladiators fight to the death in there?” Nadine asked after they’d quietened down. “You know, little self-animated robots.”
“There’s one problem with that,” said Yana. “For them to look realistic, they’d have to be occupied. Want to be shrunken down and duel a fierce warrior? I’d make sure any injuries would vanish like the lost bits of Darryl and Heather earlier. No harm done.”
“Would it hurt?” asked Nadine.
Yana shook her head. “Not a bit. Just like when Darryl got torn as a dress. Right sweetie?”
“Right. You just feel bits of you go away. There’s this weirdness not having a part any more, kind of like when you’re missing a tooth. But you get used to it, too. I’m game if you are.”
Nadine laughed. “You want to chop me up?”
“Disarm you, at the least,” grinned Darryl. “You didn’t seem to mind it too much, earlier. And think of it this way - you’d be human again, instead of a bug-girl.”
Nadine looked back at her wings. “Eh, this hasn’t been so bad. As long as I can see and move, and no part of me is gooey...”
Yana clapped her hands excitedly, and the gladiators started to shrink. Darryl got the sword and shield Yana had already made, reduced to fit. Nadine asked for a pair of spears, and to have her four arms beefed up. Since she was smaller, it was easy to find the mass to honor her request.
The combatants didn’t end up even remotely to scale with the couch-sized Coliseum, standing tall enough that they could almost see over the edge. Heather took up the role of announcer, calling for a “Clash of Titans.”
Darryl had used a sword before, but never a shield, and it showed. He took a bad spear-slash to his left elbow, costing him half of the arm and his shield. But in the same exchange he’d managed to lop off both of Nadine’s right arms. The next exchange went worse for her as he batted her spear aside and took the other two arms.
“Do you surrender?” asked Darryl.
“‘Tis but a scratch,” scoffed Nadine, spinning with remarkable dexterity and kicking him in the chest.
Darryl stumbled back, and laughed. “Look, I’ll have your leg!” Yana kicked him again, and the sword flashed once more. She hopped around on one leg, flinging insults until Darryl’s sword removed her other leg as well.
“Victory is mine!”
“Come back here and I’ll bite your legs off!”
Darryl strode closer. “The fight is mine. What say you, spectators?”
Heather drew a finger across her throat, and a moment later Nadine’s body was headless.
“Victory is mine!” crowed Darryl. Then turned to look at what Heather was staring at, wide-eyed. Nadine’s body had grown larger. It had also grown two new heads on sinuous necks. “Oh, it’s like that is it?”
Nadine roared at him, but her attempts to bite him in two failed miserably. However, each time Darryl’s blade removed a neck, two more grew in its place. Not only that, but the necks grew longer and scalier with every regrowth, as did Nadine’s body. By the time she had seven heads, she towered over Darryl, and her snakelike body wound halfway around the Coliseum.
Darryl fought bravely, but as he struck to sever another neck, one of the other heads lashed forward and nipped his shoulder clean away. The next maw took his head, and a third swallowed the remainder whole.
Nadine bowed her seven heads to the cheering from the crowd.
“May I have my husband back now?” asked Yana.
“If I can lose most of these heads and the scales, sure.”
Yana considered that. “Scales back to skin would be too simple.”
“How about fabric instead?” suggested Heather. “Just on the outside,” she reassured Nadine. “You’d be normal underneath.”
Nadine nodded all her heads, and soon she was down to just the two. Her scales smoothed down, becoming patterns on the fabric that was her new skin. As she was studying her new torso, a zipper formed down the front of it. Darryl tugged it down, and then wriggled his way clear of her.
“Well, that was an adventure,” he declared.
Nadine nodded. “No hard feelings about me eating you?”
Darryl laughed. “Truth be told, it was more fun than having my head bitten off.”
“Talk about a low bar to clear.”
Heather yawned theatrically, and scooped Nadine into her lap. Nadine’s torso had gone back to her usual curvy shape, covered in green paisley fabric... but her limbs were still nowhere to be seen. “You’d make a good pillow like this.” Heather curled up on the couch, pretending to lie on Nadine.
“Okay,” said Nadine softly.
“Just what I said. I’m part-pillow already. Finish the job.”
“Are you sure?” asked Yana. “Normal pillows are full of feathers, or fibers.”
“As long as it’s not goo.”
Heather snuggled Nadine against her chest. “Oooh, you just went nice and soft. You were kinda lumpy before, but now you’d make a great pillow. Can I keep you?”
This time it was Heather’s turn to let her eyes go wide. “Really? Because I totally would. With or without heads?”
Nadine licked her lips. “Whichever you’d find comfier.”
Heather gave one of Nadine’s heads an experimental squeeze. “Lumpy. I’m sorry, but they have to go.”
Nadine nodded. “I thought so too. G’night,” she said, just before her heads vanished.
Heather snuggled the green pillow against her. “You two mind if I sleep in my own bed tonight?”
Darryl chuckled softly. “I think we can manage without you until Nadine changes back. How long should I set her up for. Just tonight?”
Heather brushed her hands over her new pillow. “You heard her. She said I could keep her.”
Darryl nudged more power into the spell. “Done. Bring her to us when you want her human again. That’s my boon for your victory at the game. Yana?”
Yana chuckled softly. “Okay, fine. One boon from me, too. What would you like?”
Heather pulled a few cards from the box. “Pick one. Turn yourself into it until morning, so that Darryl gets to sleep as a human tonight.”
Yana smiled, and bowed to Heather. “Your wish is my command.” She looked over the cards, and giggled. “Oh, this looks fun.”
A moment later, a plush penguin stood where Yana had been. Darryl disenchanted himself so that he returned to full size, and scooped up his two foot tall sweetie. “Well, now. Looks like we both have something snuggly to take to bed.”
Heather saluted him. “To our own beds, then?”
Darryl looked down at the penguin in his arms, then over at Heather’s body. “She’d change back if it was a problem, right?”
“Well, she did promise to stay changed until morning...”
Darryl headed toward the stairs to the master suite. “C’mon. A king size bed awaits upstairs.”
Heather chuckled and followed along. “Think she’ll make it to morning?”
Darryl studied the penguin in his arms. It appeared to be grinning. “She knows how I feel about promises.”