Tales Of The Wand, Pt. 3

Tales Of The Wand
#3 – Nightie Night
by JMD & Alexandria

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."