"What? Why would you ask me something like that?" Paul said defensively, double-checking that no part of the handcuffs were visible through the door.

"Just a hunch from someone who knows what it's like." Replied Dave.

"Sounds like an interesting story. How did you get out?" Paul asked. He didn't want to reveal any more than necessary, but he was also desperate for a better understanding of the handcuffs.

"Oh it is, but a bit long to narrate through a doorjamb. Can I tell you inside?"

Paul was horrified by the thought of anyone seeing him in his present state. Especially one of their new neighbors, someone he'd see several times a week until one of them dies or moves away. At the same time, he really wanted out of these handcuffs, and Dave seemed to have some knowledge about them.

Eventually Paul's curiosity won out, after a pregnant pause he opened the door "Sure, make yourself at home."

As soon as Dave stepped into the room his suspicions were confirmed. Paul was standing shirtless, bound at the wrists by fuzzy pink handcuffs. "I knew it." Dave said with a smile, failing to hide a sense of self congratulation.

"So how do I get them off?" Paul asked. He was already feeling like he'd made a mistake showing Dave, but he still needed help.

"There's only two ways I know of to remove a pair of Kinky Kuffs." Dave said, impersonating a voice of authority on the subject. He listed the methods on his fingers "One, free your mind of all desire, or two, obey a command issued by someone other than yourself."

It suddenly made a lot more sense to Paul; all the other times they had removed the handcuffs it had been after a command. But how was he going to take them off himself? Being unable to free his mind from desire is what got him into this mess in the first place.

"I could command you to take them off if you want." Offered Dave, appearing to read Paul's mind.

"Are you sure that would work? The magic doesn't seem very consistent." Paul didn't want a repeat of last night's battle with his everlasting boner.

"It's all about how you word it. The command has to be something provocative, sexy, maybe even a little scary, but something you still want." Dave said in a matter of fact tone.

Paul was reluctant to let the neighborhood pizza guy issue him a command through magical handcuffs that seemed capable of altering his body and mind in strange and powerful ways.

Dave picked up on his reluctance and reassured him "I promise, just one command so you can take them off. Trust me, you want to wear those things as little as possible. If you ask me they're cursed."

Paul still had his reservations, but Dave sounded genuine, and he really didn't want to be stuck in cursed handcuffs until Sarah came home. He offered he wrists towards Dave "Alright, one command."

Dave gave him a thin smile and grabbed the handcuffs by the chain. He lifted Paul's arms over his head and pinned them to the back of the front door, slamming it shut with a thud.

Paul didn't anticipate being pushed back so far and stumbled, but Dave was able to hold him up by the chain with one arm; those muscles weren't just for show, he must be incredibly strong.

"You're going to do what I say now, right Paul?" Dave said. His voice was forceful, but not to the level of intimidation.

Paul nodded nervously, still not sure what he was getting himself into.

"Good, because I'm the boss, now take off those ridiculous handcuffs." Dave commanded, releasing the chain.

Paul accepted the magical tingly feeling and immediately unclasped the handcuffs with no difficulty whatsoever. "Wow, thanks." He said, relieved to have free motion of his arms again.

"Don't mention it." Dave said coolly, backing off a bit.

Paul noticed a curious motion in Dave's eyes, like he had just looked at the front of Paul's slacks.

"If you have a pussy you should show it to me." Dave said unexpectedly. Paul hardly had time to process the words before his body started listening. He pulled down his slacks and pushed out his hips, trying to give Dave a good look at his now naked body.

A big grin spread over Dave's face. "Ha ha, called it again. I'm two for two today." He leaned down on one knee to get a closer look "Very nice. Looks like you had fun, you weren't kidding about needing a shower." Dave said, noting the general disarray of Paul's crotch. In addition to the excessive wetness, there were still a few bits of toilet paper stuck in places.

Paul was mortified. "Why did I do that?" He said as much to himself as anyone.

"Because I'm the boss." Dave said with a wink.

Paul was dumbstruck, how had he let himself get tricked so easily? He pulled his pants back up and tightened his belt.

"Give me one of your business cards." Dave added, and once again Paul obliged without thinking, pulling one from his pocket and handing it to his neighbor. "Thanks, I'll text you my number. Feel free to ask whatever you want about the Kinky Kuffs, but you know my opinion on them: cursed. I'd toss them in the lake before they ruin your relationship."

"Thanks." Paul said, unsure of how grateful he really was, but eager to be out of earshot of Dave's beguiling orders. "We'll be in touch."

Dave followed his lead and headed towards the door. "Yeah, take care. Oh, and pro-tip: try playing with your wife's vibrator. Just make sure it's well charged."

"We aren't married." Paul said, closing the door behind Dave.

After Paul closed the door he made sure to lock it. "Pff, pro-tip, what an asshole." He muttered to himself.

---

Sarah and Abby stepped aboard the houseboat cautiously. It was a little messy, but tidier than one might think given the state of the exterior. There was a small bedroom visible at the back, and what looked to be a bathroom next to that; everything else had to fit into the cramped main room where they now stood. A large square rug covered up most of the floor, it was pattered with various fish and sea life swimming together in a kelp forest. Nearly half the main room was taken up by a large plush couch that had some sort of plastic cover stretched over it.

As Sarah closed the door behind them she noticed a pile of packing supplies off to the right of the door. Flat cardboard boxes, a big bag of packing peanuts, and a roll of Amazon packing tape. Her eyes narrowed a bit at the unlikely combination.

Abby walked deeper into the room, she assumed the backups would be somewhere in the bedroom. As she crossed the carpet her shoes started to make a hollow thumping sound, like she was walking on a sheet of glass. She backed up and lifted the carpet to see what she'd been stepping on.

Under the rug there was a large circular porthole, it was held closed by several brass latches on the underside of the boat. The window was at least four feet across, and the glass was at least an inch thick. It had a rubber seal along the edge, and the outside of the seal was damp, like it had been opened recently or sometimes leaked. Under the glass the water of the lake was dimly visible, Abby could see dark shapes shifting in the murk.

"What could this be for?" Abby wondered aloud at the strange portal.

Sarah flipped on some light switches to help them see better. One of them turned on a light under the boat, illuminating the view from the hatch on the floor. They could see scores of fish under the glass, darting for cover between reeds and vegetation. It was almost as lively as the design on the carpet.

"Wow, look at all those fish." Abby said, staring through the glass. She even saw an eel lurking near the bottom, weaving its way through the base of the grass stalks.

"Curiouser and curiouser." Sarah said with a leery gaze. She didn't know why this boat was so weird, but it was giving her a load of bad feelings. She just wanted to get the backups and get off.

Sarah squeezed past Abby, then scooted across the couch to the other side of the room. She made her way to the bedroom and began to poke around.

The lock box wasn't hard to find, it was at the top of the closet in a brightly colored company box. Sarah had to stand on her tip-toes, but she was able to reach it. The box felt heavy enough, but she opened it to double-check everything was in order. Inside she found a small collection of hard drives, individually wrapped in worn antistatic bags, each labeled with backup dates. Jackpot.

"Found the backups!" She exclaimed, stepping back into the main room.

"Great." Abby was still glued to the porthole, she didn't even look up to see.

"What are you looking at?" Sarah asked.

"I thought I saw something. Like a woman's hair, but then it was gone." Abby said, squinting into the glass.

Sarah didn't need any more reasons to leave. "That's spooky. I want to get off this boat." She said simply, making her way towards the door.

Abby was still glued to the glass, even as Sarah squeezed back around her. Sarah paused at the door, she didn't want to leave her assistant alone in a possibly-magical boat, but she didn't have time to wait around either. She slammed the door as she left the boat, hoping it would get her attention.

Sarah stood on the edge of the boat, waiting for Abby to join her. Eventually she resorted to yelling through the door "If you don't come out soon you'll be crossing the dock alone!"

A moment later Abby rushed out, making sure to lock the door and turn out the lights behind her. She seemed a little upset and mumbled something that sounded like an apology.

The ride back to the office was mostly quiet. Both of the women had a lot on their minds, but neither of them felt sure enough yet to share.

---

Paul spent almost the entire shower thinking about the conversation with Dave, and the rest of the time was spent stressing over his interview performance.

It felt great to be clean though, and by the end of the shower he was feeling more optimistic. Sarah would be home in a couple hours, and then they could use the handcuffs to go back to normal. Then she could help him figure out what to do about Dave. So what if he'd screwed up the interview? There would be other interviews. With Sarah's promotion they didn't even need his income to pay the bills anymore, he had time to look for other opportunities.

He tossed his towel in the hamper and collapsed on the bed. Before the shower he'd found the box of cords and set up his phone charger; while looking in the box he had also noticed the charger for Sarah's vibrator.

Once he was done with his shower he'd intended to turn on his phone and check his messages, but when he reached over to the night stand he grabbed the vibrator instead.

Paul looked at his hand for a moment. That wasn't his phone. It wasn't like he'd grabbed it by mistake, but he wasn't sure he did it entirely on purpose either.

He held it closer to his face and studied it. This wasn't Paul's first time handling it, but it was the first time he'd be using it on himself. The first time he'd put anything inside himself now that he thought about it.

The vibrator was one of the nice silicon rechargeable varieties. The main part was a thick shaft that curved and had a bulbous tip, that was the part you put inside. Near the base a smaller shaft branched out, ending in a more pointed shape, that was the part you press against your clit. He remembered how excited Sarah was when she first got it. The way she talked about it had made him feel a little insecure at the time, but now that he had a chance to try it for himself it thrilled him.

Paul got into a good position on the bed and spread his legs open. He considered getting lube, but it felt like just handling Sarah's dildo had already got him wet enough for penetration. He briefly considered how Sarah would feel about him using her vibrator. Would she be upset? He didn't think so. One time she had offered to press it against his butt. She seemed more likely to give him a high five if she found out.

He pressed a button on the base and the toy started to vibrate. Paul lowered the vibrator between his legs and stroked it down the outside of his pussy. The vibrations felt tingly and sensitive, it reminded him of how his lips felt when he held them on his electric toothbrush too long. He didn't use a lot of pressure at first, but as he got acclimated to the vibrations he wanted more.

Paul turned the head of the shaft towards himself, using his other hand to help spread his lips and guide the rounded silicon head into the right spot. He got it in position and held it for a moment. It felt good just having it press against the opening of his vagina, feeling the humming vibrations tingle through his vulva. If he was being honest with himself, the thought of pushing it inside was still a little scary for him; but he also didn't want to stop, in fact he wanted more.

With a gentle push the head entered him. After being so horny all day it felt fantastic to put something there. He began to gradually push deeper, the silicon coating felt soft and nice against his vagina, but also a little cold. With the vibrating parts inside of him the tingles traveled further, moving deeper into his pelvis.

As the bulk of the vibrator slipped inside, the smaller prong started to push against him as well. A little more pressure and he'd positioned the toy into the place it was designed for, pulsing vibrations through his clit from both sides. When it hit the right spot he let out an involuntary moan and closed his eyes. He had never felt so fully stimulated before.

Nearly all of the vibrator was inside him now. He pushed and wiggled the base for a bit of friction and inadvertently turned up the intensity.

---

Sarah left the meeting with her boss feeling very accomplished. With the backups in hand, her and Abby had been able to repair the network, and even made a couple improvements. They would have a long week ahead of them, the backups were a few days old and didn't include every file that had been deleted; but the essential systems were back online and John was happy.

She had also learned something interesting about the previous IT guys. They hadn't been fired, they had vanished. John showed her an email he'd received at midnight. Someone was attempting to ransom a copy of the backups back to the company for a payout in bitcoins. Thanks to her and Abby the copies were useless, but John was worried that the attack on the network could be linked to the mysterious disappearance of the IT department. She promised John she'd stay safe, but even before the meeting had ended she was making plans to investigate.

While waiting for the elevator back to the IT department Sarah once again had to pee. She wondered if her extra anatomy was pushing on her bladder somehow.

The elevator still had a couple floors before it got to her, so she darted into the nearby ladies room. She was the only one there. She stepped into a stall, pulled down her fly, fished her dick out of her panties and got to business. It felt nice to let it out of her tight pants, give it a little room to breath.

While Sarah was mid-stream another person entered the ladies room. She watched their feet as they took the stall next to hers. Sarah hoped they wouldn't notice her shoes facing the wrong way, or how different her pee sounded. She finished up and washed her hands as quick as she could.

As Sarah was leaving the stall door opened and the two women saw each other, it was Abby, and she'd noticed; she could see it in her eyes.

Sarah tried to act cool as she walked back to the elevator, but she felt like she was about to explode. How could she have been so careless? Before the elevator doors closed Abby stepped in with a nervous wave and a smile. They were headed for the same floor.

The elevator ride down to the IT department was almost as quiet as the car ride. Near the end Sarah remembered that the reason she had been going there in the first place was to talk to Abby about her meeting with John. The timing felt weird, but it seemed as good a distraction as any.

"John says he didn't fire the old IT guys."

"Oh? Did they quit?" Abby asked, just as eager to break the silence.

"He says they just vanished. And apparently the backups were ransomed, but the company didn't have to pay because we were able to find the drives on that boat."

"That's spooky. At least it makes sense why the network was so deliberately trashed now." Abby said with a little shiver.

Another moment of silence passed. Just as they were heading back to their desks Abby turned back to ask something.

"I know it's none of my business, and I really should just forget about it, but were you peeing standing up?" Abby asked bashfully.

Sarah didn't know what to say. She didn't want to lie to Abby, but she wasn't sure how she could explain away what she'd seen. "Oh, uh, yeah." She said, casually as she could.

"Oh, cool." Abby said. She seemed on the verge of saying something else but wasn't sure how to put it. "It's okay if you're trans, I won't out you or anything. You can trust me." She said sincerely.

"I'm not trans." Sarah replied a bit too defensively. Sure she had willingly allowed a magical housewarming gift to make her grow a penis, and sure she had delayed changing back for a few days, but every woman wonders what it's like, right? She was just indulging her curiosity. She realized that Abby was still looking at her and she felt another urge to explain.

"It's just a perk of admin privileges, I'm surprised nobody told you." Sarah said, trying to play it off with a joke. Abby forced a smile but the mood remained heavy. "Honestly I don't know how to explain the situation." Sarah admitted "And we still have a lot of updates to deal with. But I promise I'll tell you eventually."

For the rest of the day Sarah and Abby were absorbed in their work. Despite the mental demands of the computer issues, Sarah found her mind dwelling on how to talk to Abby.

At the end of the night it was just the two of them left. They'd done everything they could for the day, they were just waiting on a printer to finish a firmware update before they went home. They were both standing in front of the printer, watching the little bar blink "99%".

"Any second now." Abby said, for at least the fifth time in as many minutes.

"So about the thing in the bathroom." Sarah said, finally working up the nerve to explain. Abby was so curious she even looked away from the loading bar for the first time since it got past 98%. Sarah took a deep breath and continued "I've never been a big believer in magic. I consider myself a woman of science. But when I got to the new house on Saturday, in among the boxes I found a magic housewarming gift." Abby looked on with rapt attention. Sarah paused still unsure of how to phrase the last part "When Paul followed the instructions that came with the gift, it caused me to grow a penis."

Abby's eyes went wide "I have so many question." She said after a moment of shock "Who is Paul? What were the instructions? And are you really serious?"

"Paul's my boyfriend, though we've been living together for so long we're basically married; he moved here with me when I got transferred from HQ." Sarah said "The instructions told him to tell me to grow a penis, it's a little hard to explain, it made more sense in the moment." Abby nodded along "And yes, I'm 100% serious." Sarah concluded.

Abby processed the answers. She got another look on her face like she wanted to say something.

"Any other questions?" Sarah prompted.

"Can I see it?" Abby asked nervously.