The Wand - Parts 1 to 5

by JMD & Alexandria

I'm co-plotting and writing this story with my good friend, Alexandria, who has been a big help with it. .

The Wand Arrives
"Cut it out, Chris," Lisa said, swatting behind her to remove her husband's playful hands from her butt. "If you don't stop, I'm never going to finish these dishes."

"Leave 'em," he told her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her away from the sink.

Again, she broke his hold. "I can't," she insisted, turning to face him. "Not if we're going to take that ride up to the country tomorrow." She pushed him away, trying to guide him out of the kitchen. "Now, go. Why don't you go and open up that package you got in the mail today?"

Instantly, Chris's mood changed, as his face fell. Seeing her husband's distress, Lisa put her hand on his cheek. "Chris?" she asked in a soft tone. "What is it, sweetheart?"

He took a moment before answering. "It's the package," he explained. "I looked at the return address. It's from the lawyer handling my grandpa's estate."

"Oh," Lisa nodded. Chris's grandfather had died a few months back. She knew that the death had upset Chris a lot at the time. It had taken him almost a month to get over it. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't know."

Chris smiled weakly. "That's okay, Lisa," he told her. "It's just that..." His voice trailed off.

Lisa knew she would have to do something to ease his pain. "I'll tell you what," she said. "Give me a minute to finish up these dishes, and I'll go with you. That way we can open it together. Okay?"

Chris smiled at his wife with love. "Okay," he nodded.

A few minutes later, the couple sat on the couch, both eyeing the small brown-wrapped package on the coffee table. It had a rectangular shape, measuring about twenty by five inches in size. A simple label was addressed to Chris and, as he'd told her, Lisa saw that the return address did indeed belong to some law firm.

She looked over at her husband, who just looked at the box with a combination of fear and sorrow. "Do you want me to open it?" she asked.

Chris turned to her, and for a second, she thought he'd agree to let her do it. But, after a few moments, he shook his head. "I guess I should do it," he said. With a sigh, he turned back to the package, and began to remove the plain brown paper that covered it.The paper covered a plain box that was sealed with clear tape. He opened the drawer on the coffee table and removed a letter opener, using it to slice through the restraining tape. He shared another glance with Lisa, then opened the flaps on the box.

There was another smaller box inside, along with a sheet of paper with the law firm's letterhead at the top. Chris took the letter and read it slowly to himself. Lisa saw him smile sadly. "What does it say?" she asked.

"Mostly, it's a bunch of legal mumbo-jumbo about how Grandpa has died and that he listed me in his will." He shook his head, as he handed her the letter. "It goes on," he added, as she looked it over, "to tell me that Grandpa's estate was rather small, but that he wished me to have this one item."

She looked up from the paper. "What item?"

"It doesn't say," he answered, looking back into the box. He reached for the smaller box inside. "Guess we'll just have to see, huh?"

He pulled it out and held it out to her for a closer look. It looked like the kind of box you would wrap a piece of jewelry in to give as a gift. Lisa wondered if it might be a watch or some other memento. "Well..."

Chris couldn't help but smile. As long as he'd known her, Lisa couldn't stand to be kept in suspense. She just had to open presents as soon as she got them. He even had to hide her Christmas presents from her until Christmas morning. "Okay," he told her in a calming tone. "Don't have a coronary. I'll open it."

He grinned as he pulled the slip-on top from the box, and stole a glance inside. Instantly, his mood changed. His face showed complete surprise at the sight before him. "I can't believe it," he said in a whisper.

Lisa watched her husband as he stared into the box. Finally, she could take it no more. "Well, what is it?" she asked impatiently.

Chris looked up at her as if he'd forgotten she was there. "Oh," he told her, turning the box so she could see. "It's Grandpa's wand."


The Wand's Story
"Wand?" Lisa repeated. She looked into the box to see a thin stick-like baton lying on top of some tissue paper. It did have the look of a magician's wand, even having a tiny star on the tip. "You mean," she asked, looking back up at her husband, "like a magic wand?"

Chris looked into his wife's curious face and smiled. "Well, I don't think it's a real magic wand," he told her, "but it was sure like magic to me."

"What do you mean?" she asked, taking the baton from the box.

"Well, when I was little," he explained, putting the box back inside the bigger one, "when I'd go to stay at Grandpa's, he'd use the wand to do magic tricks for me." He held out his hand for the wand.

"Really?" Lisa smiled, genuinely interested. She passed it to him. "What kind of tricks?"

"Oh, simple little things," Chris replied, waving the wand in the air. "One of my favorites was the apple and orange trick. Grandpa would take an apple and sit it on the table. Then, he'd touch it with the wand. And poof. The apple would turn into an orange."

"Sounds like some trick," Lisa nodded. "How did he do it?"

Chris looked surprised by the question. "Why, by magic, of course," he grinned. "Actually, I never did find out. And Grandpa would never tell me. He'd just give me the orange and tell me the wand did it."

Lisa took another look at the stick her husband was holding. "Hmmm," she thought out loud. "Maybe it was real magic, then."

"Oh, get serious, Lisa," Chris scoffed. "There's no such thing." He paused, looking like he just remembered something. "Still, I never did figure out how Grandpa swapped the apple for an orange. Or, for that matter, how he changed it back."

"Changed it back?" she repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I would take the orange to bed with me," he remembered, "and put it next to the bed. And the next morning, there would be an apple in its place. And I know what you're going to say. He changed it after I went to sleep. Right?"

"Well, that would be my guess. Yes."

"Mine, too," he agreed. "And that's why one time I stayed up all night. I just knew I'd catch him sneaking into the room to change them out. But he never came in. And the next morning, there it was. An apple, instead of an orange."

"Weird," she smiled, fluttering her fingers in the air in front of her. "Did you ask him about it?"

Chris nodded in reply. "But all he'd say was that the wand's magic was only temporary. As if that explained it all." He looked at the wand with a sad expression. "Damn, I miss that man."

Lisa could tell that Chris was starting to get depressed again.

Deciding to head it off, she jumped up from the couch and struck a sexy pose, placing one hand on her out-thrust hip, while placing the other behind her head. "So, I guess you're the magician now," she said in a husky voice. "So, what are you going to use your magic wand to change me into?"

Chris looked from the wand to his young wife. In a way, he realized, his Grandpa was a magician. It was his magic, after all, that had led to Chris pursuing his love of writing fantasy stories. Now, with one bestseller under his belt, and the follow-up almost finished, Chris could afford to write for a living fulltime. And his writing had also led to his meeting Lisa, as well. She had been working in a bookstore where he was doing a book signing. He'd asked her out, she accepted, and a month later they were married. Now, less than a year later, Chris realized his Grandpa's magic had actually cast a spell on his young grandson that had changed his life forever.

"Well?" Lisa asked, bringing him out of his revelry.

Chris grinned up at his wife, taking in the sexy stance she had assumed. "How do you expect me to think when you get this way?" he asked her. "Hell, right now the only thing I want you to change into is something sexy. Like, say, a short satin nightie."

"Ooh," she screeched. "So, Mr. Magic, why don't you use that wand of yours to do it, then? Come on, Chris. Change me." And she gave him a playful wink.

Chris got up from the couch and walked over to her. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't be satisfied until he played along. "Okay, then," he grinned, spinning the wand between his fingers. "You stand still, and I'll do my stuff."

Lisa giggled like a schoolgirl and jiggled around for a second. Chris couldn't help but get turned on by her playfulness. He raised the wand up, picturing Lisa's pink satin nightie that he liked so much. If he knew her at all, he figured as soon as he touched her with the wand, she'd be off to the bedroom to put it on. He knew how Lisa liked her games, and he expected he'd be in for a night to remember.

"Are you ready?" he asked her. She gave him a nod and closed her eyes. "Then, here comes the magic." With a showy twist of the wrist, he brought the tip of the wand down on her head.

And in a blink, Lisa vanished.


Nightie Night
As she felt the wand come in contact with the top of her head, a quick electric-like shock ran through Lisa's body. In an instant, her whole world changed.

Her eyes shot open, and she had just a second to see Chris standing before her, still holding the wand above her head. Then, her vision clouded, as if she was looking through a lace curtain. At the same time, something appeared in front of her, blocking her view of Chris. It appeared to be some kind of white fabric, and seemed to form a pair of pointed pockets. With a mixture of horror and fascination, Lisa realized that it was her bra. The inside of her bra.

She heard Chris call out her name in obvious distress, but his voice sounded muffled. It was as if Lisa had blocked out the sound by covering her ears. She had just a second to wonder what was wrong with her hearing, when she felt herself falling.

Instinctively, she tried to move to catch herself, but found that she didn't seem to have any control of her body. Not only that, but her body felt different, as well. It seemed to move in an almost fluid manner, folding at odd angles as it fell toward the floor. If she had to put it into words, Lisa figured she'd have to say she felt like a rag doll. No, she told herself. Not rag doll. More like a rag. Or a cloth.

And with that thought, Lisa knew what had happened. It worked. The wand really was magic. And Chris had used its magic to do what he said he was going to do. He had changed his wife into a satin nightie. Not her clothes, but Lisa herself.

All of these thoughts had come to Lisa in the short time it had taken her to complete her fall to the floor. Apparently, she realized, only her body had been effected by the wand's power, because as her new form pooled into a satin puddle, she could feel her clothes piling around her. Luckily, her "face" ended up in an upward position, and she could just see by the edge of her bra cup through the open collar of her T-shirt.

What she could see made her smile (or at least she would have if she'd still had a mouth). Standing above her was her husband. He stared down at the pile of empty clothes that were on the spot where moments before his young wife had been standing. Lisa wanted to cry out to him. To let him know that she was one of the items in that pile. But she was totally helpless, and could only lie there and hope that Chris could figure it out on his own.

Maybe it was because he had only witnessed his wife's transformation, and not experienced it himself, but Chris was not as quick to accept Lisa's new "condition" as she was. For a full minute, all he could do was stare down at the pile of empty clothes at his feet, trying to put together what had just happened. When the minute was up, he decided on a new course of action.

He sat back down on the couch and stared some more.

Slowly, he replayed the evening's events over in his head. The playfulness in the kitchen. Opening the package from his grandfather's lawyers. Reminiscing about his grandpa's magic tricks. Lisa's teasing. And, finally, how she had vanished when he had touched her with...

His eyes dropped to the wand in his hand, as he brought it up for a closer inspection. It looked like an ordinary wooden baton. There was Nothing unusual about it. Still, as he turned to look back at the crumpled clothing on the floor, something Lisa had said came back to him.

*Maybe it was real magic, then.*

Was it possible? All those magic tricks that his grandfather had performed for him as a child. His turning an apple into an orange. Had he really done it? Or, rather, had the wand done it? In a moment, he decided that there really wasn't any other answer. The wand's magic was real, and he had foolishly used it to change his wife into...

"Into what?" he said out loud. As he bent down to feel at the pile of clothes on the floor, he wondered if the wand could only perform the One trick. Had he turned Lisa into an orange? He patted down the clothing twice, searching for a lump or something else that felt out of the ordinary. Anything that would have been Lisa's new form. But he could find nothing. Frustrated, he sat back on his heels to think. He looked around the room to see if he saw anything that hadn't been there before, thinking that maybe the wand might have transporting powers as well. Seeing nothing, he turned his attention back to the pile of clothes.

Which was when he saw it.

Through the collar of the T-shirt, just behind the edge of Lisa's white bra, he saw a flash of pink satin. The same pink satin that his favorite of Lisa's nighties was made out of. And just like that, he knew what he had turned his wife into. He reached out, taking the edge of nightie and rubbing it between his fingers, before dropping it back down.

He cleared his throat guiltily. "Don't you worry, honey," he said, hoping that Lisa could hear him. "If this wand can turn you into..." He trailed off, unable to say it out loud. "Well, into that," he continued, "then surely it can change you back." Under his breath, he added, "I think."

He looked at the wand that he still had in his hand, trying to remember exactly how he had changed Lisa in the first place. All he had done was picture the pink nightie in his mind, and touched her with the wand. No magic words. No mystic gestures. He'd just touched her. Surely, that was all he had to do to restore her.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pictured his wife as she had been before. "Here goes nothing," he said, as he slowly brought the wand down into the pile of Lisa's clothes. There was a quick flash, just like before, and Chris was relieved to see the naked form of his wife sitting onto top of her discarded clothes. "Well," she smiled up at him, while holding out her hand for him to help her up, "that was different."

Welcome Back
"Are you ok?" Chris asked, as he extended his hand to help his wife up. He was still uncertain about what exactly had happened...or how...but he felt relieved to see Lisa back to normal. His wife took his hand and stood up naked before him.

"Well, I'm me again. I must be ok," Lisa said, moving her hands over her body. She touched herself as if she was checking to insure that all of her body parts were in the proper places. All her body parts. She also appeared to be making sure that they were all functioning the way they should.

Chris felt a bit warm, as he watched Lisa's hands caress her own breasts, and then slide down and gently massage between her legs. He took a deep breath and wiped his forehead. Lisa kept her hands in place, as she slowly turned around to give him a complete inspection of her shapely body. "Um, how did it feel?" he quietly asked, his voice just barely audible.

"Oh, it was amazing," Lisa replied, continuing to slowly massage her sex. "To be unable to move. To be just a helpless piece of cloth." She moaned softly. "I wonder how it would have felt to have had someone wear me."

Chris's eyes continued to stare at his lovely wife, but his mind was guided off by her words. He could see her lovely body wearing her own clothe self...a helpless piece of silk cloth pulled tight against her soft curves and voluptuous breasts. He stood frozen in place, hypnotized by his wife's erotic dance.

"I feel like I've been unleashed from captivity. I feel so warm."

Lisa suddenly stepped up close to Chris.  "Come on, big boy. Let me show you how good I'm feeling."  Lisa's hand moved up against the front of Chris's pants, slowly rubbing against the growing bulge in his jeans.

"I, uh, maybe we should..." Chris stumbled for words, her touch bringing him back to reality. He realized just how cramped his pants were feeling at his wife's touch. He wondered what had gotten into Lisa. She had never been so blatantly sexual before with him.

"...get these tight garments off," Lisa finished for Chris. Her fingers undid the button and zipper on his jeans.  Chris felt Lisa's hand slip inside of his pants to grab his member though his underwear. He gasped as she started to rub him, before sliding her hand down to take hold his balls.

"Oh, God!" Chris could barely contain his desires. His manhood was as hard as it had ever been. His reason faded, replaced by animalistic desire, as his lips moved to hers. His hands slid over his wife's shapely body and caressed her buttocks. "I've got to have you," he exclaimed, as he slid his mouth to Lisa's neck, kissing and sucking on her.

Lisa's hands moved across his body like skilled surgical instruments, and within moments, his clothes laid in a pile at his feet. She touched him like an expert playing a musical instrument, and he was helpless against her. He dropped the wand to the floor and was guided by his wife to their bed. After a quick tug on the bedspread, the couple was laying in their bed in each other's arms. Lisa stroked her hand against her husband's sex, and he soon felt himself getting close to climax.

"Lisa, I..." he started to say, but was cut off as her lips locked against his and kissed him.

"I just want to enjoy you," Lisa sighed, as she pulled her lips away after a full minute kiss. Then she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

Her body now straddling him, Chris moaned as she pushed down over his sex, and he felt himself slide up into her. As she moved her hips back and forth, he felt his own hips thrusting back against her. Animal passion took over, and his reason faded to erotic desire. The couple embraced as they passionately thrust against each other, filling the room with moans and gasps, as they both seemed to climax together. Covered with sweat and clutching onto each other, the couple lay panting, drained by their passions.

Chris looked at his wife and kissed her.  "I love you."

"I love you, too, honey," she said, slipping off to cuddled up against him with her head on his shoulder.

Chris kissed her again, holding her in his arms for several minutes before he felt himself starting to drift off to sleep. As his eyes started to close, he found himself remembering the sight of his wife collapsing into a heap of cloth. He wondered how erotic it might be to have her change him into something and wear him. Then, he was asleep.

Lisa laid cuddled up to her husband, listening to his soft snoring. She ran her hands over his naked chest, enjoying his warmth. She snuggled in closer to him and tried to go to sleep, but it was a wasted effort. Her mind drifted back to the way she had felt after she had been changed. It had been a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. Almost relaxing, in a way. She wondered what else the wand could turn her into.

After about an hour, she gave up on sleep, and got up to go to the bathroom. As she came out of the bathroom, her eyes caught sight of the wand lying on the floor next to her discarded clothes. With a smile, she went over and picked it up. "Real magic," she said softly, swinging it slowly back and forth. "Imagine that." With a shake of her head, she bent back down, intending to get her clothes up from the floor. But she stopped at the sight of what looked like pink satin through the collar of her t-shirt. "What?" she asked out loud, staring at it. "That looks like..." She stopped, unable to say it. She reached downed and ran her hand over the pink cloth. "It can't be," she said. "Can it?"

Finally, with no other choice, she took the fabric in her hand and pulled it loose from the shirt. She held it up for a closer look, her eyes growing round in disbelief. In her hand was a pink satin nightie. The same pink satin nightie that she had been turned into.

The Real Lisa?

Lisa was pissed.

Now, she had to admit that, at first, she had found the fact that Chris had turned her into a satin nightie somewhat intriguing. Even exciting. And watching her husband fumbling around while he tried to figure out what he had done to her. That had been downright humorous. So, all and all, the situation hadn’t proven to be all that terrible.

Of course, that was before she had been left in that situation.

She had been all set for her restoration as she watched Chris reach the wand toward her. She couldn’t wait to share every detail of the experience with him. But that was when things took a bizarre turn.

Her first indication that something was wrong came when something heavy pressed down on top of her suddenly, blocking her vision. She couldn’t tell what it was, or where it had come from. It just seemed to appear over her, as if it had materialized out of thin air. That was when she heard the voice…her voice. "Well," it said, "that was different."

Lisa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Who was this? And her confusion only grew when she heard Chris acknowledge the voice by asking if it was "okay". And then, the weight on top of her began to shift around a little, before being lifted away from her, and she got her first look at what was causing it. It was a human butt, obviously female.

No, it can’t be, Lisa thought to herself. But she soon saw that it could, as the woman that had been sitting on her turned around to examine herself. There could be no doubt about it. The woman was an exact copy of Lisa. But how?

Lisa tried to reason it out, but what she saw happening above her made it hard. Still unable to move herself, she was forced to watch as her twin began to seduce her husband. And worse, Chris was responding to it. Surely, he could tell that this wasn’t her. She had never been that forward…that wanton. But apparently, he didn’t notice, as he left with this other woman, heading toward their bedroom. She wanted to cry out for them to stop, but had no mouth to do it with.

Without the couple to focus on, Lisa found herself looking at the rest of the now empty room. Something was different, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. And then, it hit her. She was able to see more of it. Before the woman with her face had appeared, her bra had blocked a fair portion of her vision. But now, it seemed to be gone. Either her double’s shifting around had moved it, she reasoned, or the mystery of the other woman’s origin had been answered.

With her muffled hearing, she could now hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from the direction of her bedroom. Lisa’s anger flared up again, and she wanted to jump up from the floor and put a stop to this strange nightmare. But she couldn’t move at all. She was just an inanimate article of clothing now, and she began to wonder if she wasn’t going to remain one for the rest of her existence. After all, from the sound of it, Chris seemed to be more than happy with her replacement.
Soon, the sounds from the other room reached a climatic pitch, followed by an intense silence. Lisa knew Chris. After a good screw, he always fell asleep. Herself, she liked to lay in the crock of his arm and listen to him snore afterwards. She wondered if that was what the other Lisa was doing now.

Unable to do much else, she began to think about how her new life was going to be. She was her own satin nightie now, so if the woman in bed with her husband was anything at all like her, she had a pretty good idea what it would be like. She would be spending the majority of her time carefully folded in her own lingerie drawer, along with her bras, panties and other "unmentionables".

Chris always seemed to get turned on by the sight of her in the little pink nightie. So, on those special occasions, when "Lisa" wanted to put Chris in the mood, she would be taken out and put on. Then, she would be paraded around in front of her husband until she was either removed and tossed aside, or just pushed up out of the way because Chris was in too much of a hurry to take her off completely.

The next morning, her new owner would take her into the bathroom, where she would be lightly hand-washed with a soft detergent. Next, she would be place on a cloth-covered hanger and left on the shower curtain rod to dry. Then, after being carefully folded again, it would be back to the lingerie drawer until the next time she was needed to get her husband’s motor running.

The sound of the toilet flushing brought her back into the present. A few moments later, she saw herself come back into the living room. The woman bent down and picked up the wand, looking at it with a dreamy expression. Lisa wondered what was on the woman’s mind. What plans did she have for that damned wand?
With an odd-looking smile, the woman bent again, this time reaching for the pile of clothes that Lisa was a part of. But she stopped as her eyes looked in Lisa’s direction. Lisa could see the look of confusion on her own face, and knew what the woman had to be thinking. Lisa wanted to shout at her in anger. "That’s right, bitch! It’s you!" But, of course, she couldn’t.

The woman reached out and pulled Lisa out of the rest of the clothes on the floor. She held her up for a second, looking her over intensely. She folded Lisa over her arm and bent back down. From the way she was hanging, Lisa could watch as the woman went through the pile carefully.

After a moment, she stood back up. "No bra," she said to herself, unaware that Lisa could hear her. She looked at the wand in her hand and the nightie across her arm, still not wanting to believe the evidence that was before her. But there could be no other way of explaining it. "Oh, shit!" she spit out, before heading for the bedroom. "Chris!"

More to come... Part 6 - I'm Not Lisa

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