"Can you unchain me?" asked Jon, lifting his legs as best he could among the heavy skirts. Karyn nodded and ducked down to investigate. It was only a few seconds later than Jon realised just how, well, obscene it looked to have the big figure of "Jim Rodgers" dressed in a tux with his head stuck under the black shiny ballgown worn by "Karyn". He laughed.
"What's so funny?" asked Karyn as he felt her big hands investigating his ankles.
"I was just thinking how we must look."
"Oh." There was a pause and then a muffled laugh. "I suppose so." There was a snapping noise. "I think that's got it. The chain was just clipped onto rings on the ankle straps." Jon felt her hands grasp his ankles and then suddenly his legs were spread wide. "Make a wish!"
"Woah!" shouted Jon as his rubber panties bunched up, forcing their prisoners further into durance vile. Karyn's head popped up at the noise, letting go of his ankles.
"Uh, sorry." She didn't sound very sorry though.
A few moments later Jon was standing unsteadily again but without requiring Karyn's help this time. He essayed a few short steps in the insanely-tall heels, gaining courage as he got used to it. The trick, he found, was to kick his leg out to swing the petticoats and the heavy skirt aside before planting the toe of his shoe firmly on the carpet to keep his balance.
"This is a pain, Karyn. Can't you just wish...?" She nodded.
"I wish Jon could move more freely in these shoes." He stabilised suddenly.
"That wasn't what I meant, Karyn. Can't you change me back now you've had your fun?"
She tilted her head to one side, as if considering. "But we make such a lovely couple." He grabbed him around his impossibly-constricted waist and swept him across the room like they were in a Fred Astaire dance number before dropping him on toe-tip again in front of the wardrobe mirror. "Look!"
The sight that met his eyes left him speechless (even without the gag). There stood big Jim Rodgers, six-two and chunky, looking really smart in his tux and cummerbund. Beside him was his Prom date in a floor-sweeping ballgown in matching colours of glossy black with dark-red highlights. Even with the skyscraper heels he wore the top of Jon's head only came to Karyn's shoulder. Of course the bondage gear was a bit disconcerting but at least the arm binder, the collar and the corset were all colour coordinated.
"Oh." Karyn let him stare at his surprised reflection for a few seconds, admiring the perfectly round shape his lipsticked mouth made. Something in her newly-male body was reacting to that sight for some reason. Her pants were starting to feel a little... taut and she wasn't sure exactly why. Time to get moving though. They had less than an hour before the spells expired.
"So, are you ready?"
Jon looked up into Karyn's ruggedly handsome face (now why did he think of it in those terms?) in puzzlement.
"Ready for what?"
