I decided I should propose to the women in the order I’d met them, so on Monday, August 21 I summoned Victoria.

Waking up and living a day as both Jody and Victoria was old hat to me now. But I realized this was another day where I had to let Victoria control things. I’m sure Victoria would love to marry me, but I have to do it right. I can’t simply ask her, “Will you marry me?” and then with her mouth say, “Yes.”

I hadn’t actually planned this out, and now that I was here with her this morning I was trying to figure out the right way to do it. Ultimately, I decided that the way that would most please Victoria would be to let her ask the question, and I placed the open ring box in the middle of the breakfast table while she was showering.

I let the Victoria side of me choose her clothing, as I always did now, and she came to the breakfast table in a kind of sexy dress. The clothing is still very weird to me. All of it was picked up on a few trips to town, mostly by Nancy, but it changes with the different women and so there are things in there I’ve never seen, except perhaps in dreams. Letting Victoria pick her clothes accentuates that unknown factor. I am sometimes surprised by what she pulls out of the closet, but she never has trouble choosing.

I basically tried to let that same autopilot run Victoria as she came to the table. Neither of us said anything until we were done eating. Normally we don’t really need to say anything, since we know what the other is thinking, but today was special.

Victoria started the conversation by grabbing the box, turning it toward me, and saying, “This.”

“Yes. You know what it means.”

“You proposed to Nancy.”

This was why she’d chosen the sexy dress today. Just as I could read her thoughts, my surface thoughts were evident to her, and I’d thought about the engagement extensively this morning.

“Yes,” I answered.

“And you don’t want that to be exclusive. You feel free to be married to someone else when Nancy is not here.”

“Yes. The world will only see me as married to one woman at a time.”

“Then I guess I have no choice. When I’m here, you must be mine. So Jody, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Victoria.”

“I’d give you the ring, but I’m sure it won’t fit; it’s meant to go on my finger.”

As Jody, I took the ring from the box and put it on her finger.

“We’re engaged now.”

“Yes,” Victoria said, and she leaned in for a kiss.

I had carefully avoided doing that, letting Victoria lead, because it was the way she liked things. But then I joined her in the kiss across the table. Victoria soon stood and took two steps around the table, maintaining the kiss, to get closer to me, and then I stood and she was holding me tight, our faces pressed against each other. It was as deep and intimate a kiss as I’d ever had. Nancy’s had been quick, but Victoria probed into me as if wanting to feel every bit of my insides. I couldn’t even get my tongue into her mouth, so settled for letting my tongue embrace hers as well as I could. Only once she had seemingly had more of her tongue inside me than I thought was humanly possible to put past the lips did she withdraw and let me do the same to her. She did things with her tongue around mine far beyond what I’d been able to do to hers in the first half of this kiss. But after all, it was from her, when I was in Victoria’s body in dreams, kissing Nancy, kissing Aries, and even kissing Sea Men that I had learned how to kiss. I don’t know who taught Victoria in the first place, but she did it better than any other human I had encountered.

Finally, we drew apart to catch our breath, and the moment was over. I let Victoria enjoy the next few minutes as I cleaned up from breakfast and finished getting ready for work. Before I left, I tried to give her as much free rein as possible. The last time I’d summoned her on a work day, I’d given her the task of writing down journal entries for the time she was summoned, along with tending to her own needs as far as the bathroom, eating, and such. This time the proposal was the only reason I had brought her here, and I basically told her to do what she wanted.

During my lunch break I checked up on her, and I found her shopping online. She was ordering parts to make her own doll. I looked inside her mind to try and understand her motivation for this. It wasn’t that she thought she could animate it, but rather, that when I summoned her on a day I needed to work, which would be more often now that I was trying to bring one of my future wives in every day, there wasn’t much for her to do.

I decided this was OK. This cost money, but I had money, and I thought it was fine if she wanted to spend this amount of it. It was going to be more of an issue what we did with the doll when we wanted to sleep in the bed, but I’d find space. She ordered a Sybian, a male bodysuit, and other parts similar to what I’d used to finish off the limbs on the doll that her body would turn back into overnight. She didn’t order the cheap electric blanket that provided both stuffing and heat to the body, as we both knew those were readily available in town and I’d have to drive to town to receive the delivery anyway, but she wrote it on a post-it along with “pick up orders” as a mini shopping list.

After dinner, I let her have sex with me in her way, and that lasted longer than I would have expected. Between the engagement and the doll order, she was very happy with me. We cleaned up, and didn’t have any more sex until it was time for bed and for me to change her into my next future wife.

Mona was the next of the women who I met, so I ended up in one of those dreams where she has to save me from misadventures, and on Tuesday, August 22, I woke up in bed with her.

At least proposing to Mona would take the normal style; I could just do it. And she was right about the ring changing; I guess someone who had benefited from a Sea Man egg being changed into that of a sea dragon would think about that. The diamond was changed to an equally large ruby, and the gold of the ring into red gold. I didn’t even realize red gold was a thing, but apparently it’s an alloy of 75% gold and 25% copper. Though the red gold wasn’t nearly as bright a red as most of what Mona wore, the ruby was, and the ring fit into her color scheme as well as any jewelry could.

It was at the breakfast table where I brought out the ring. “Mona, will you marry me?”

“Of course I will,” Mona said, holding out her hand for me to place the ring on it.

Mona was not as forward as Victoria with the kiss that followed, but she waited there clearly anticipating it. I had to press my lips against hers and slowly part her lips by pressing my tongue between them. I probed repeatedly, encouraging her to reciprocate the tongue action. She eventually did, and it was equally an exciting kiss as Victoria’s had been, but in a totally different way, much more tentative, with just the tips of the tongues going back and forth rather than first Victoria and then me extending our tongues as far as was possible.

I left for work, knowing Mona needed no help.

In the evening, she was explaining more about her castle and how she came to inherit her magic from a lineage of magical people that goes back millennia, and how the castle was built by hundreds of people enslaved by the unrestrained magical power of those ancient times.

“There are equally many magical people alive today as there were back then, well, minus one that I’ll tell you about sometime, and each of them has a huge castle of a home built way back then in the same way as mine. The only reason we have them is that legacy; the magic would never provide someone that kind of power today, but it allows me to live comfortably.”

“So what about Cecilia? How do you afford her?”

“Oh, she’s a person I helped with magic.”

“Right, you do that kind of thing. But the price for saving her was slavery?”

“She’s not enslaved. Well, kind of like indentured servitude in your world.”

“In the early days of my country, indentured servitude was used to pay off debts the servants had no other way to pay, so they were virtually slaves.”

“Sorry. It’s the way things are done in my world. She agreed to serve me for a period of time, but she entered into a magical contract voluntarily and when that contract expires she will leave and have no further obligation. If she leaves sooner, the contract will take away the help I gave her.”

“How long?”

“Seven years, the traditional period of servitude for major magics, and she has about two years left.”

“OK. I was worried it was like sharecropping, which theoretically paid the workers, but often so little they could just pay their current expenses and not their debts. While theoretically free, they remained trapped in a system rigged against them, sometimes their whole lives. Practices of that entire era are considered abhorrent today.”

“Oh, by all the magic, no, I wouldn’t do that. Nobody would accept that here.”

“What kind of help did you give her?”

“I helped her change her body.”

“What was wrong with her body?”

“It was male. She was transgender and I helped her get a female body.”

“Ah. It makes sense now. Mona, do you think I’m transgender?”

“Jody, I’ve never been able to figure out what you are, but I don’t think you’re transgender. If you’re willing, follow me to the castle and let me cast a magical scan on your body.”

“Uh, what’s the price for it?”

“Totally free. No money, no servitude. I’m curious about this too and I’m doing it to satisfy my own curiosity.”

“OK. Is it going to hurt?”

“Maybe it’ll tickle a little. And it might get you aroused because of the places this scan has to go.”

I was promising to marry her, so if she did something that might arouse me, that wasn’t an issue!

“OK, I guess. Let’s do it.”

We went through the doorways and through the castle. She led me into what seemed to be a magical library, a room whose walls were completely lined with large books. She pulled out one, read a bit, and then put it away and pulled out another book, read some more, and finally said she was ready.

“I need you to stand there,” she said, pointing to a particular spot on the floor.

There was a circle burnt into the floor, and I worried what I was getting myself into, but I stood there. She cast more magic that added more circles and other designs around me, and eventually a glowing blue wall of magical workings in the air above the circle around me. The blue changed to green, and it tickled a bit, but as the green became more intense, I indeed felt aroused. Without me touching my dick at all, it became rock-hard, and I came, but the white spurts hit the magical wall and fell inside the innermost circle. The books and other things here were protected by that.

The green changed to red, and it tickled again, differently. As the red got more intense, a weird sensation passed through me as if touching every cell in my body. I felt aroused, but differently. Even though I did not have the parts, I swear it felt like when Victoria was aroused. After several minutes, the red wall vanished, along with all the extra lines on the floor. And Mona went back to reading in the book.

When she stopped reading and looked at me once more, I asked, “So what’s the verdict?”

“I don’t know, exactly. It seems like you’re strongly male and strongly female. The book doesn’t cover that possibility.”

“What does it say?”

“Most people have a strong gender identity matching their body. They don’t experience any gender issues, and we call them cisgender; they are happy with their body. Some people also have a weak or moderate version of the other gender. Those people still don’t have any gender issues. In a few people, it’s reversed. They have a strong version of the other gender and a moderate, weak, or absent version of their body’s gender. These people are transgender, though the ones where the body’s gender is moderate sometimes suppress their strong gender and stay closeted their entire lives, possibly having a successful relationship nevertheless. A few people have moderate versions of both genders. If they are of about equal strength, they’re what’s called genderfluid. Are you aware of that term?”

“Yes. At one point I thought I was genderfluid, but when I learned more about what it meant, I realized it didn’t really apply to me.”

“In genderfluid people, the genders are expressed about equally strongly. Various influences, such as hormonal fluctuations, differences in the environment, and the presence of people they care about of one gender or the other can cause either gender to be expressed more strongly at times, giving them the sense of being transgender only some of the time.”

“OK. That sounds like my understanding of the term.”

“There are also people with one moderate and one weak or absent gender. They will usually be the same as people with one strong gender, either cisgender or transgender, but they care less strongly about it. The cisgenders usually don’t have any gender issues, they just have less of a libido and may be more passive sexually. The transgenders among these are the ones who most need help; they know their body feels wrong but they don’t feel it strongly enough to try to do anything about it. Usually they simply never end up doing anything sexually, though sometimes they end up with a dominant partner. Finally, a few people have weak or absent versions of both genders. These people end up nonbinary, agender, asexual, or aromantic. They don’t want to be either male nor female, so they suppress their body’s gender as much as possible without adopting the other.”

“And you say I’m strong in both genders?”

“Yes, that’s what the scan said. There shouldn’t be enough room in your gender center for that, but somehow there is for you. So there’s nothing written about it because it doesn’t usually happen. I’d love to scan Victoria, and also alt-Victoria.”

“Sure, I can come back other days and let you have a go with my other versions.”

On Wednesday, August 23, I awoke in bed with Aries, the last of the women I wanted to propose to. She was last because I didn’t encounter her until I had started puberty, unlike the others.

The ring had transformed again. It was back to regular gold, but the diamond had been replaced by a huge pearl.

At breakfast, I pulled out the ring, and Aries exclaimed, “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you, Jody!” before I even asked the question.

“What if I was just going to ask if you had ever seen a pearl this big?”

“Do you want an egg up your ass?”

“Er, will you marry me, Aries?”

“Yes,” she said, simply, and pulled me to her for a long, complicated kiss. Somehow, in almost two months of doing this, I had never kissed Aries in the real world, not a deep, passionate kiss, though I had done it in dreams in the past.

Sea Man tongues are... different. More flexible. Humans can make their tongues narrower and longer to stick them out of their mouths, but Sea Man tongues also get thinner from top to bottom, which lets them get even longer, and makes them more flexible. When the tongue is at rest in the mouth, it looks the same, but ask Aries to stick her tongue out and you might think she was a frog. This provided a kiss that was sometimes deep and sometimes playful, with the tip wrapped completely around my tongue, and I could not fully reciprocate the action. But I did my best.

I went to work and let Aries do whatever, though I expected her to visit Mona and Bruno. We had fish for dinner, but Aries had kept hers alive in a bucket of water so that she could eat it freshly killed once I had cooked mine. It would have been disconcerting to see someone eat a fish that way if I had not done it myself in the past. But apparently she meant for it to be romantic for us to eat together in our separate ways.

On Thursday, August 24, since I had gotten through all the proposals, I brought Victoria back. After breakfast, I led her through into Mona’s world, and asked Mona to run her test on Victoria, instructing Victoria to do what Mona asked and that she was free to do whatever when the tests were through.

I peeked into her mind at lunch and during my afternoon break and it was clear “whatever” was sex. When I got home, she was still over there, and since Mona didn’t answer the door, I had Victoria tell her that I was at the door. Mona arrived in what I was sure was meant to be a bathrobe shortly after that, red like all her other clothes, and led me back to where Victoria, Aries, and Nancy were engaged in an orgy on her big red bed. There were two writhing, probably magically animated double-ended dildos, neither in use, one beside the women on the bed and one that had fallen to the floor.

Rather than join in, though, Mona pulled Victoria out of the orgy, and they sat with me to explain the results of the scan today.

“Jody, Victoria has as strong a female identity as you do. In fact, I’m pretty sure her female identity is identical to the one I scanned in you. The difference is she has almost no male identity. I would say none, but there’s a faint echo of one. I think I might be picking up yours through her, though, and I wonder if when I scanned you the other day, when Victoria was not summoned, if I was detecting hers within you, somehow. It would explain how you had two identities stronger than should be possible to exist together in one person.”

“Do you think mine would be different now while Victoria is here?”

“That’s exactly what I think.”

“Well, I’m free.”

“Just let me wash up first.”

She went into the attached bathroom and I could hear her showering. Clearly she had been part of the orgy. She came out and put on one of her red witch outfits, then led me to the library where she had performed the ritual before. It was different from the first ritual only in that when the green curtain of symbols changed to the red, I didn’t feel anything.

“Yes, confirmed,” she said when it was done. “You have your male gender identity and a faint echo of Victoria’s through your connection to her.”

“It explains why I could never understand what it meant that I dreamed of being Victoria. I’m not transgender or genderfluid, but something else.”

“I’m going to call it bigender, though whether you have two bodies because of the two genders or two genders because of the two bodies isn’t clear to me.”

Mona led me back to her bedroom, where Victoria had once again joined in the orgy. “Playtime is over,” I silently told Victoria through the connection I had to her mind.

Victoria disentangled herself from the other two and stood beside me as if to follow. But her scent was strong.

“Mona, you don’t mind if Victoria uses your shower, I hope.”

“Go ahead.”

Although I had retracted the “do whatever” instruction in telling her playtime was over, she still had the instruction that let her attend to bodily needs which I had managed to make a standing instruction active all the time, so asking about the shower was enough to get her to do it. The others were stopping, too, and Nancy helped sort out everyone’s clothes, leaving me with the pile Victoria had worn to get here, presumably during the scanning ritual, and not again since then, judging by the lack of similar smell in the clothes. I handed them to her when she emerged from the bathroom, figuring they were clean enough to wear to get back to my house. Nancy and Aries went in to shower together when Victoria came out. At least, I hoped it was just to shower, but I didn’t stick around to find out. Those two could get home on their own.

I made dinner for Victoria and me, and I spent the time afterward having the weird sort of mental conversation only the two of us could have. I could “speak” by suggesting ideas in Victoria’s mind, and she didn’t really have to respond, because I knew how to look at what her mind was thinking about. As much as I had let her go on autopilot today, she was still a part of me, and only independent to the extent I willed it. But she was in that orgy almost as much as I thought today, so most of the answers just made me get hard. And I really didn’t think more sex was what her body needed at this moment.

At least they had stopped for lunch. They all lined up next to each other under the covers, naked, when Mona paged Cecilia to bring them lunch, and she brought in two trays with two meals each, including a raw fish for Aries.

I wondered why Mona hadn’t simply made the food with magic, but this prompted Victoria to recall another part of this memory in which Mona provided the answer. Mona had created it, but it was simply Cecilia’s job to serve it. Cecilia prepared Mona’s regular meals from scratch using ingredients Mona created using magic, in order to get higher quality meals than Mona was capable of making with magic, but she wasn’t prepared for the three extra guests and so used magic to make their food.

The agreement I had made with my future wives allowed them to have sex with each other, but I didn’t expect all of them to get together in a big orgy practically as soon as that was possible. I was trying to figure out if this was a mistake. Was it the doorways that were a mistake? They were really useful; I wouldn’t want to lose them.

Maybe it was OK. It was their equivalent to the rule that I could pick any one person each day and have sex with that one exclusively in the real world, even if it wasn’t one of my wives. And while Victoria has had sex with Nancy and Aries before, it was probably new to the other pairings and they wanted to try it.

But I’ve actually moved beyond that. I’m arranging myself in sexual contact with them at bedtime just to bring another person the next day, rather than because I want to have sex, and when I do have sex it’s usually at another time.

I did have sex with Victoria later, but I did it gently. I felt like I’d missed out. She was so tired from hours and hours of sex that she didn’t object to me driving at that point. I just did it until the point that I came once in the condom, though, and then stayed in that position to sleep.