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“Insoles.”
Susan grinned wickedly as she tapped the green circle. “You know, Tom... should I still call you Tom? Squish might be more appropriate. I had a nicer time than I expected tonight. I was honestly surprised you were good about the whole touch thing. I suppose it’s part of keeping your mark comfortable, until you can casually suggest having a little fun.”
Susan paced in the confinement of the Venn Machine. “I wonder what you hoped to change me into. I suppose once the missing girls start changing back, we can figure it out. Yes, I know. Ellen and Nanase figured out part of it, but it took a little birdie named Sarah, who followed you on one of your dates, to find out what really happened.”
A glance at her watch made her sigh. “So close... I’d really hoped to stall you for another few minutes. Oh well. At least I did talk you into the year.”
The doors of the Venn Machine opened, and Susan strode around to the other side to pick up her prize. “Hello, Squish. You’re going to make someone’s feet very happy.”
Susan’s grin returned as her watch chimed. “Ah, there we go. March is now officially ended. So guess what today is, Tom? April first. April fools! Time to turn you back to normal. I’ll just set up the Venn Machine, and in a moment, you’ll be human again.”
Except that’s not what she did, not at all. She laid the insoles down in a box, and touched her fingers to her lips. The woman she handed the box to nodded, tucked the box under her arm, and went on her way, whistling merrily.
“I can’t believe you talked me into giving him to your sister.”
Sarah giggled. “She spends an awful lot of time on her feet in high heels. I’ve heard that venned insoles are far more comfortable than anything you can find in stores. So it’s mostly a gift for her. You took a big risk, stepping into that machine for a year.”
Susan turned around, and strode back to the Venn Machine, tapped it three times, and stepped inside. “Some risks are worth taking. Plus, you helped me practice getting fast at this.”
Sarah hopped into the other side. “Neither of us have a friend here to save us from three years as an object.”
“Nope.”
“So what are you going to turn me into?”
Susan tapped the green circle. “Just extending your existing change. No need to worry about it running out, now.”
“Thoughtful. But it is April First... and I could use a new purse. It would give me great pleasure to use you that way.”
Susan felt herself thump to the ground, and an odd tingling ran through her leathery body. She was puzzled by Sarah’s phrasing, then felt herself scooped into the air. Having her strap tucked over Sarah’s shoulder felt so comforting, so right... she couldn’t find it in herself to stay mad.
She just hoped that she’d be human again by noon.
A little later, Sarah slipped a hand inside her and stroked her lining. Just that little touch set off waves of pleasure. She squeezed Sarah’s hand, trying to keep contact as it slipped away. Her mind reeled. Was it always going to feel like that? Better by far than touching herself, and more importantly... no revulsion. She started to hope that Sarah wouldn't change her back, at least not quite yet...
Sarah kept Susan until noon, then set her in the Venn Machine to change her back. To her surprise, Susan did not immediately cancel and leave the machine. “Suse?”
“You...” Susan’s voice was a croak, and she coughed twice to clear it. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Sarah blushed slightly as she stepped into the other side of the machine. “Yes. I’ve been on the other end of that, and I know how you’re feeling.”
“I really don’t think you do.”
“Why not?”
“You’re still human.”
Sarah purred then. “Oh, yes, I know that feeling. Does the sexy, independant, take no guff from anyone Susan really want to be objectified?”
Susan’s eyes flashed. “You know how I feel about that word.”
“And yet, you’re still inside a Venn Machine set for a year. You yearn to be an object. My object. Purses are only the beginning, there are so many kinky things I will turn you into.”
“There are?” breathed Susan, before shaking her head. “Wait, what are you saying?”
“I talked with my sweetie about adding an object to the relationship. Not a person, that’s not going to work.” Sarah shot Susan a smouldering look. “Not yet, anyway.”
Susan licked her lips, they suddenly felt awfully dry. “I’ll think about it.”
“So just the black hair, again?” asked Sarah, without a hint of the bedroom eyes from a moment ago.
“Please.”