I
have to admit that I don't think I used Jack quite as well as I should have,
compared to how Maggie used him in her own story. I sure had fun using him as
a means to an end for this story. It was a lot of fun to write, and I sure
hope you have as much fun in reading it.
It's
Only a Costume...Isn't It?
A
Smilin' Jack Halloween story
by Steve Zink
Hi!
Do I have a story to tell you! My name's Bill Evers, and...oh, what's that you
say, Melanie? Yeah, you're right, that isn't exactly my correct name now, is
it! Just let me tell them the story, okay?
Well,
anyway, ever since I'd met a new friend four years ago, who just happened to be
female, I'd started to feel so much better about life. Things which for about
fifteen years had to be hushed and hidden had since then become something to be
shared and discussed openly. She turned out to be such an open-minded person,
and I couldn't believe how far her friendship went toward making my day to day
life so much more upbeat and carefree than it once had been. At least, between
the two of us and a few other friends we'd discovered in our activities.
At
about the time when puberty started to affect me at age ten, I'd found that I
had a fascination with close fitting female garments and high heeled footwear
such as the costumes worn by female comics characters, and a desire to
crossdress in such as a female. This eventually broadened into a fetish for
sexy looking dresses and skirts also, still with the love of stiletto heels.
This wasn't related in any way to a yearning to actually become a female, just
to dress as one. I suppose the fantasies I'd developed over the years did
involve my supposing that I was a true female while dressed as such, but I
still never found myself trying to physically change.
The
hardest part about all my dressing was probably something I've shared with many
other crossdressers over the years - acquiring good clothes and accessories.
Many of the early efforts I made into doing comics type costumes were pretty
makeshift, since most Halloween costumes depicting characters such as Batgirl,
Wonder Woman, Supergirl and Catwoman were overly simple. The dearth of readily
available costumes may have been what sparked my branching into dresses and
skirts, which were much more available, but still not easily obtained. The
second hardest part was probably that even with some really great looking
outfits, or at least ones I thought looked good, it was kind of pointless to
get all dressed up while hiding so that I was the only witness.
Meeting
and developing a quick friendship with Melanie proved to be the turning point
for me. I was hesitant to mention my fantasy life to her at first, but after a
while, it became apparent to me that she was a really true friend who had a
very open mind, and a pretty active fantasy world of her own. She actually
couldn't wait to see me dressed up as Jennifer once I'd told her, and when I
showed her my hidden wardrobe before doing so, she was stunned. As it turned
out, over the years I'd acquired a pretty extensive wardrobe, even with the
difficulties in obtaining it. "Holy shit, Bill," she exclaimed, "Jennifer
actually has more shoes and boots than I do!"
The
best thing about all this was that with Melanie's conniving help, I developed a
body even more able to appear feminine, and most of Jen's ensemble ended up at
least two sizes smaller than the huge collection she saw when I first let her
on. She had gotten me much more fit and healthy than I once was, with a much
sleeker male figure that was a lot easier to modify into a feminine form. In
the process of replacing older outfits, Melanie had also come along with me to
make it look like I was the male being dragged along by the female into all the
great apparel and accessory shops. The feminine clothes still hiding in my
closet (I occasionally got visitors for whom knowledge of my crossdressing would
not be widely accepted...) had a lot more class and true female attributes than
my older slapped-together ensembles.
The
hair on my arms and chest had always been one of the detriments to looking
truly feminine, and Melanie persuaded me to shave it all off, since I could
wear long sleeved shirts to work. The hair on my legs was another matter, and
we decided to leave that alone since a couple layers of hose would hide it
nicely. The smooth chest I got in the process gave her a working board to practice
her makeup techniques, and for the first time, I was able to wear cleavage
baring dresses and blouses that showed off my breast forms which had been
perfectly blended in. Melanie also gave me good instruction on the proper care
and usage of glue on fingernails. Since my hands weren't massive, they ended
up looking feminine if not svelte after we got my nails looking good.
The
weirdest bit about my newer, healthier and trimmer body was that Jennifer had
become a full two sizes smaller than Melanie herself! Of course, being a real
girl, she didn't need a corset and a lot of other foundation garments to get
into a shape able to fill out the finery she owned. Still, with her help in
teaching me to use makeup, I'd been able to turn myself into not just a wanna
be Jennifer that couldn't look into a mirror without losing it, to a downright
good looking Jennifer who could not only pass in public, but draw the eyes of
both men and possibly envious women. Melanie had so much as told me that she
sometimes felt outclassed - she told me that she thought Jen made a better
looking female than she did on occasion!
Needless
to say, Halloweens since befriending Melanie became a costuming delight of
which I could only dream in years before. For the first one that we shared, we
both did ourselves up in tight-fitting head to toe black spandex and leather to
look like a pair of dominatrixes. She was in her normal long black hair, while
I was using one of my black wigs which had hair that just hit my shoulders to
cover up my own short sandy hair. I was lucky about having that sandy colored
hair, since we could pluck and trim my eyebrows a bit without them becoming
overly noticeable as a male, then use dark eyebrow pencil to make them look
more feminine as Jen. The domino masks that were a major part of the dom look
fit in perfectly, since it was Halloween. I hadn't yet gotten trimmed down, so
my corset barely gave me a figure to match my costume, but it certainly didn't
hurt the look that the breast forms I had were double D in size. So between
us, Melanie was the wasp waisted vixen, while I was the more buxom vixen.
We
spent the evening at a private party she'd finagled us invitations to. Since
everybody there was in really wild and varied costumes, it only took a bit of
effort on my part to make my voice sound more feminine to have everyone
wondering who the two foxy chicks in black were. The gasps heard when we
unmasked at midnight were very much appreciated, after hiding by myself for so
many years and then being able to do crossdressing with people who not only
accepted it, but encouraged it. It even made the ache my feet were feeling
after being in stiletto heels for hours worth it. As it turned out, by the
way, I was one of *three* male to female crossdressers at that party, and I for
one had not been able to make them out, either.
The
following year and then again last year, Melanie indulged my fantasies for
comics heroine and villainess costumes. In the ensuing twelve months following
that first Halloween, I'd slimmed down more than enough to make any of my
costumes look nearly as good as the exaggerated female forms seen in the
comics. That second year Melanie wore a Rogue costume she put together
herself. She looked like the Rogue seen on the animated X-Men TV show, with a
spandex unitard that had a yellow front and back, including her inner thighs,
and bright green elsewhere. A thin brown belt with a X buckle was wrapped
around her narrow waist, and Rogue's trademark brown leather jacket with rolled
up sleeves was draped loosely over her upper body. Somehow, Melanie had gotten
some over the knee fold over tops leather boots that took on the same yellow
color as the spandex, and she was really glad that Rogue wore flat heels! Best
of all, she'd worked up a long and full light brown wig to have Rogue's other
trademark, her white skunk striped big hair. From her forehead over to the top
of the back of her head the hair was a shocking white, and the green headband
really set this off well. Melanie even managed to do her makeup such that she
looked like a much younger twenty or so, to match Rogue's youth.
I
had put together a Phoenix costume for that party. My shiny spandex unitard
was entirely bright green, with a deep black vee going from my shoulders to a
point just below my breasts. The bottom of this vee had a yellow design
depicting a spread winged bird - a phoenix. All the accents of this costume
were in that same golden yellow - gloves which came nearly to my shoulders, a
wide sash belt around my now much narrower waist that met at a phoenix shaped
clasp on the right side and then streamed down my right leg, and thigh high
boots which had much higher fronts than backs, going from a peak on the front
of my thighs to a nadir just above the back of my knees. Unlike Rogue, my
boots *did* have heels! I topped off the costume with a long red wig, and had
golden dangle earrings clipped to my still un-pierced earlobes.
Since
I'd shown her what I was going to wear quite a few months before Halloween,
Melanie had made her Rogue costume to go with my Phoenix costume. That way we
both became real live X-Men, with the Marvel group's name being sort of 'nudge,
nudge, wink, wink' in my case. Also, I'd spent so much time with Melanie
wearing heels by then that those on my boots gave me no problem at all that
night.
We
were at a much larger gathering that second Halloween together, and there was a
contest for best costume. There were very few comics related costumes that
night, with most being Star Trek and Star Wars types. As I fully expected,
Melanie was awarded the grand prize for her exquisitely done Rogue, while
surprisingly, I got second place! Maybe it had something to do with the fact
that when I arrived I was in the green and gold Phoenix outfit, but reappeared
in the middle of the festivities in the scarlet red and golden yellow Dark
Phoenix outfit, with much more wicked looking makeup to boot. Costume-wise, it
had been a simple matter of replacing the green unitard with the red one, which
had a large golden phoenix in that vee, with no black. I even surprised
Melanie with that switch (girls have to keep some secrets, don't they?) and it
must have impressed the judges, too!
Last
year, instead of going to a really large gathering, we went to a smaller
setting that had both adults and their kids. This was a church-sponsored
Halloween party, and I was a big hit with the kids. They recognized my Batgirl
costume as being the one from the still in repeats Batman animated show on the
WB. It was a shiny black spandex unitard with a large yellow bat emblazoned
over my big breasts, and there were gloves and boots with bat scalloping
accents to match, along with the utility belt hanging loosely atop my hips.
The front of my cowl's mask was black, but the top and sides were a dark blue
to match the outer, back side of the cape hanging down to the top of my butt.
Its inner surface was good old yellow, and the bottom edge was bat scalloped.
The red wig I'd used the year before for Phoenix worked almost as well for
Batgirl, and while the WB Batgirl wore flat heeled boots, I patterned mine from
the Silver Age comics version, with medium high heels that were a bit easier on
my feet than some of my usual stilettos.
Of
course, it didn't hurt that Melanie was in the black Catwoman costume that
replaced the grey version used during the first few years of the same show.
She had an easy task in making that costume, since it was basically the
dominatrix outfit she'd worn two years earlier. It was a shiny, solid black
unitard, and she added the cowl and mask that typified the newer Catwoman and
allowed none of her hair to be seen. Her eyes were covered by large white
shapes similar to the kind on Spider-Man's costume, and while nobody could see
her hazel eyes through them, she could see out just fine. She wore the same
elbow length gloves from her dom costume, along with the knee high spike heeled
boots. The fact that both of us were in heels was the only thing making us
different from the shows, but most of the kids couldn't tell the difference.
We
made quite a pair, and very few of the kids noticed the fact that Batgirl was a
bit taller than Catwoman, even with her much higher heels, quite the opposite
of the relationship on the cartoons. They were just so glad to see real live
versions of what they'd seen as two-dimensional figures on TV. The kids with cameras
were using up a lot of film, especially when halfway though the night a friend
of Melanie's named Suzanne showed up in her Harley Quinn costume! This time,
it was Melanie who'd kept a secret from me. If we'd had a Poison Ivy also,
we'd have had the Gotham Girls as a full set.
Anyway,
the fun part for me came after that party, when Melanie and I went back to my
house to play around. She indulged some of the fantasies I'd mentioned to her
by having her Catwoman turn my Batgirl into her new kitten, Catgirl. It sure
helped to have so many sexy undergarments and costume parts on hand! Simulated
lesbian love making while still in costume led to some pretty vigorous
heterosexual coupling after disrobing. Good thing the kids from the party
weren't around to see just what Catwoman and Catgirl started doing with each
other...
It
wasn't long after that third Halloween that Melanie and I got married. It had
become pretty obvious to the both us that we just seemed to be truly made for
each other. Some of our friends actually suggested that besides the regular
wedding we should do a mirror version where Jennifer would get a wedding gown
and wed Melanie in a lesbian joining. It sounded like fun, but I couldn't see
going through all the cost and time of getting fitted for a gown, so we skipped
that idea for at least the time being. The honeymoon that we spent in Vale
skiing *was* spent almost entirely as two females, however. For somebody who'd
originally only wanted to dress up and not truly become a woman, I was really
starting to wonder...Melanie and I sure loved our shared role playing!
As
you can probably imagine, I started to spend a lot more time as Jennifer than
just on Halloweens, thanks to Melanie. We'd gotten me dressed and done the
malls quite a few times, and once she even brought me along to a boutique to
get a makeover and nail job beside her. I had the supposition that the young
lady doing my facial would surely recognize my slightly rougher male skin and
pores, along with the evidence of a shoulder length black wig seen from
close-up, but either Kim has had other transvestites who came to her for
makeovers, or Melanie gave her the word beforehand. As it happened, Kim never
made any mention of my being anybody other than Jennifer, and even oohed and
ahhed at the results when she'd finished. When I saw myself in the mirror, I
nearly fainted. Never before had I looked as stunning as the new and improved
Jennifer I was seeing.
One
nice thing about being married was having Melanie in the same house. No longer
did I have to hide Jennifer's wardrobe. It may have seemed to visitors who
weren't in the know that Melanie sure had a huge collection of shoes and boots,
not to mention one hell of a lot of dresses and the like, but that was an easy
explanation for that part of my collection. The only things we had to keep
more or less hidden for those visits were our wigs. They couldn't be explained
away quite as easily.
*
* * * *
So
that we'd be all set to pass out candy on Halloween this year, Melanie and I
started a week early in setting up the ghoulish monster spiders and their webs,
caskets containing vampires and mummies, witches holding brooms and stirring
their wicked brews, and more pumpkins than any of those witches could shake a
broom at. Since the plastic ones with lights inside were starting to look
nearly as good as the traditional hollowed out real things, our pumpkins were
merely pulled out of storage in the attic and put into position. No more
cutting, carving and hollowing...then again, that meant no homemade pumpkin
pies, either. Both of us thought the simplicity of the plastic ones far
outweighed the loss of usable pie material. The best of these pumpkins was a
really wicked looking one that we put on a stand right next to the front door
on the inside, which would be guarding the candy dish come Halloween night.
We
even had a sound system rigged to provide feedback, screeches, groans and other
nerve-shattering sounds to scare the bejeebers out of trick or treaters. I had
a cassette tape that would reverse play on a continuous loop so that we could
ignore the sound system, other than listening for any slowing down that would
imply a change in batteries. The speakers were hidden in the bushes just
outside the front door, with one more below and behind the pumpkin inside the
door.
Just
for good measure, both Melanie and I were going to be wearing witch costumes
that night to match the hags tending their cauldrons we'd set up. However,
only our costumes would match - both of us intended to look like some of the
most beautiful witches seen since Samantha Stevens on "Bewitched".
We did plan on letting Melanie do most of the greeting and other talking, while
I would add a few barely feminine cackles and such.
*
* * * *
As
he had done down through the millennia and in more worlds than mankind could
even imagine, a certain prankster known to the English speaking world as
Smilin' Jack picked a location to bestow his fiendish trickery upon. Of
course, he was really only known to those upon whom he'd bestowed his
pleasures, and most of them truly wished they'd never made his acquaintance.
He particularly enjoyed the holiday known to us as Halloween, because there
were usually many extra opportunities for his particular trickery, since the
holiday was celebrated on both the actual day and usually on the weekend
before, also.
As
always, Jack looked around for a likely setup to pull his pranks. When he
spotted the preparations being made by Melanie and Bill Evers, he smiled maliciously
and settled right into his usual corporeal host. Had it been nighttime, even
with the lamps on inside it, anybody could have seen the eyes on the pumpkin
just inside the door glow brightly, and its mouth leering briefly. However,
since it was daytime on Friday afternoon, Jack's arrival went unnoticed. Right
away he took note of all the clothes and costumes which weren't in Melanie's
size, and as soon as she got home, started accessing her memories. When he
found all the recollections of past Halloweens and plans for the one coming up,
along with the more current crossdressing fun she had shared with her husband,
Jack knew he'd found a mother lode. The couple he'd come upon were going to
find themselves bestowed with his gifts, and would then go on to be his
emissaries, provoking even more fun and games.
Right
away, Jack got to work in influencing Melanie to change the plans that had been
made for the party they were going to.
*
* * * *
As
soon as I got home from work Friday evening, Melanie suggested that we do
something completely different for the Halloween party. She said she wanted to
surprise me this time, and to just trust her. With the way she was smiling, I
didn't know if I should trust her...or be very afraid! All she would tell me
was that there was another big costume contest at the party we'd be going to,
but she didn't want to do any comics characters this time.
The
party would be the next evening, a few days before Halloween proper, and I'd
been looking forward to showing off the Scarlet Witch costume we'd made. It
would be neat to do a comics heroine witch for the party, and a more normal
black clad witch on Halloween night. But since Melanie said she'd changed her
mind and didn't want to wear her Wasp costume so we could do our two Avengers,
I started to wonder if we had time to do anything else. I figured she must
have come up with something workable, and to see what happened.
I
got my first hint when Melanie told me just before noon the next day that she
wanted to help Jennifer get dressed right away. She and I got to chatting
about work and such just to reduce the size and hardness of my prick, which had
come to attention as soon as she mentioned her intentions. This accomplished,
I quickly went into our bedroom to doff my pants and then reach into my briefs
to fold my prick back between my legs under my crotch. Melanie followed, and
was holding one of my flesh colored gaffes which had a realistic looking vagina
molded onto it, and a good bit of brown hair to look like a feminine bush. She
helped me step into it, which was a lot easier than doing it solo with one hand
jammed into my crotch.
With
my crotch now looking feminine, we started making the rest of my body match.
Melanie did the laces of my corset for me, pulling my waist in to only
twenty-one inches. We followed that with one of my flesh colored body briefers
to smooth it all out, then put the double D breast forms into its cups. She
told me not to bother with blending these into my chest, since it wouldn't be
until costuming time that this would be necessary. I put on two pair of flesh
tone pantyhose to hide my leg hair, then slipped my legs into my dark blue
stirrup pants. I used a loose fitting medium blue turtleneck sweater to cover
my upper body, and after we did a quick and basic job with my makeup, at her
suggestion I put on my short black wig. I finished becoming Jen by slipping
some silver hoop earrings into my now pierced earlobes, and slipping my feet
into a pair of dark brown shoes with low block heels. Interestingly, she told
me not to worry about fingernails. Hmmm...
It
took a lot less time for Melanie to get dressed, and after grabbing both of our
purses, by 1 we were out the door and getting into her Saturn. She then drove
us both back to the same boutique that I got my first makeover in a couple of
months earlier. This time, I just knew that Melanie had given some prior
instructions to Kim. She was being very particular in how she redid my makeup,
and when she finished with my face, she fitted me with some *much* longer
fingernails, painted a bright red. From what I could see of the work being
done on Melanie at the same time, I got the impression that the both of us were
going to be awfully damned stunning by the time we left.
My
assessment proved correct.
When
I was shown how I looked after Kim had finished her task, I gasped. As good as
I'd looked when Kim had last worked me over, I now looked like a stunningly
beautiful but heavily made up model with my short black haired wig. Melanie's
look was even more drastic, with her long black hair framing a face that seemed
to advertise her sexuality. The grin on her face as she joined me while
staring at myself really got me wondering about what she had in mind for later
in the evening. She could obviously sense my wonderment. "You look
incredible, Jennifer! Between us, we are going to be a real hit later
tonight...you just wait, girl!"
Kim
got us both to stand together away from the mirror then. She wanted to take a
couple of pictures of the two vixens that she and her partner, Vicky, had
turned Melanie and I into. We gave her a couple of different poses, really
vamping for her. She promised to send us some copies. I was really looking
forward to having them as keepsakes to remind me of just how sexy I could look
for once.
By
the time we got home, it was nearing 5 pm. With the party due to start in
three hours, that gave us a chance to sit down for a light meal so that we'd
have something in our stomachs to absorb some of the beer and other alcohol
that was going to be heavily consumed later. Of course, with my corset tightly
laced around my waist, my stomach was in no condition to handle much food
anyway. As we ate, I started to wonder why I didn't feel instantly full, but
didn't think much of it since Melanie was nearly unstoppable in her praise of
my new look.
As
soon as we finished, Melanie said, "Jennifer, I'll refresh your makeup
after we got you into your costume. It got a bit messed up while you were
eating. Just toss the stuff into the sink, we can wash them later. Let's get
going on getting dressed!"
In
my best sultry voice to match my new look, I told her, "I can't wait to
see what you've got in mind to go with this new look, hon." Wait a
minute...sultry? To my own ears, that sounded more like a phone sex operator.
Must be trying too hard...
"You're
gonna love this one, Jen. Come on."
After
we took off my wig, top and pants, Melanie had me take off the body briefer and
corset with her help. This gave her a clean canvas upon which to work her
art. The two breast forms were reapplied with glue, then blended into my chest
with makeup. I was so fascinated with what she was doing to the top of my
chest that I failed to notice the change which had taken place on my lower
chest. Eating had been easier because my waist had narrowed considerably, so that
less was squeezed into place. In actuality, one set of ribs had disappeared
also, but I couldn't tell that just yet.
When
the corset was wrapped around my waist again, it felt like it wasn't pulling in
enough. "Melanie, are you sure you've got this thing laced as tight as
usual?"
"Yes,
but if you really want it tighter, I'll see if I can help."
I
then felt a more normal squeezing, but couldn't yet see that this had brought
my waist down to a minuscule eighteen inches. "Don't worry about the body
briefer, honey," Melanie said, "your corset is part of the look for
your costume."
The
first thing she handed me was a black lace garter belt. This already got me
wondering what could follow. What followed was a matching black lace G-string
to put on over my gaffe. Hmmm.... Then she gave me some black fishnet hose to
put on over my pantyhose, the tops of which were help up by the garters.
"Now for the best part!"
Melanie
handed me a shiny black pvc...dress? It was a sleeveless top that looked like
a bustier and worked perfectly with the corset as predicted, with a micro
miniskirt bottom that came to just below the tops of the fishnets, only inches
below my crotch. It buckled up the front, so Melanie watched as I fastened
each strap. Then she surprised me! To each buckle, she added a small lock!
While
I was still almost in shock taking this in, she pulled a matching black choker
around my throat, right over my Adam's apple, and then hooked another lock into
place on it. This was getting really kinky! It would have seemed even kinkier
if I could have seen that Adam's apple disappearing.
"Here
you go, Jen," Melanie then said as she handed me a new pair of boots.
They were shiny black granny boots that laced up the front, with a locking
strap at the top. As soon as I'd laced them on, she attached the locks.
Another old fantasy fulfilled...ultra high stiletto heeled boots that were now
securely on my feet, unable to be removed.
"Okay,
now let's get your makeup renewed," she said, with what I could swear was
a hint of venom in her voice. "Close your eyes." She worked over my
face a lot more than I thought would be needed, since I expected that only my
lipstick would have been affected at dinner. "Now, don't look in the
mirror until I get your wig on, dear. In fact, keep your eyes closed."
Dear?
The way she said it...and why did I actually feel compelled to do just as she
said?
Unable
to move, I started to feel something strange happening to me as I waited. The
cramped and crushed feeling in my crotch under the gaffe suddenly seemed more
like an open and moist area with no constrictions at all. The weights on my
chest seemed to become more intimately attached, and I could sense my nipples
inside the cups of the corset. I even seemed to become more cushioned where I
was seated, as if my ass was blossoming. And did my feet seem to be shrinking,
with the arch of my boots becoming even higher? What was happening to me?
I
could then feel Melanie pulling a wig over my head, and as soon as it was in
place, I knew it was one of my really long ones. I felt hair tickling the top
of my tush. She used a brush to straighten it out, and when finished, said,
"Take a look at the new you, Jennifer."
I
opened my eyes to see a reflection of the most sultry and slutty looking bitch
I'd ever seen, dressed in tight fitting black with delicious cleavage and a
full head of incredibly long brown hair. When I raised my fingers with their long
scarlet red painted nails to my cheeks in horror, I saw hands that were tiny
and svelte. "What..." I started to say, and stopped when I heard the
voice of a sultry bimbo.
"You
mean you can't tell?" a strange male voice said, from out of nowhere.
"You've always wanted to look like a beautiful woman, but not actually be
one, right, Jennifer? Well, now you're one of the most beautiful women on
Earth, but you're such a wanton slut that you've got enough makeup on to hide
your beauty under your advertisement for sex."
"Wha...who
are you?" I barely managed to get out before Melanie glared at me.
"His
name is Smilin' Jack, and I am thoroughly enjoying helping him. Keep your
mouth shut and listen, Jennifer."
"That's
right, Jennifer. I'm here to grant you your fondest wish, even though it's one
you never wished to actually happen. Melanie is now your Mistress, and has
total control over you. Do have fun tonight; the two of you are going to
really enjoy your new lives, and have fun showing off to those you meet."
"Now
it's time for me to get into my own costume!" Melanie said in a truly
malicious tone.
She
quickly got out of the normal clothes she'd been wearing, and pulled on a
halter top black pvc bustier with an attached panty that barely covered her
nether regions and proudly displayed her ass cheeks. She zipped a pair of
similar thigh high boots onto her legs, with heels even higher than my own.
She pulled a silver choker around her own neck, and to it attached the key to
all my locks. She pulled a pair of fingerless gauntlets over her wrists, then
she brushed her hair. "Okay, Jennifer, I'm now ready. Let's go."
As
we both neared the front door to leave, Jack's voice came forth once again.
"You're going to have a lot of fun tonight, Jennifer, offering up your
body to anybody willing to pay your high prices. But for the rest of this
evening, you're not Jennifer. You are Francesca, the willing whore slave of
Mistress Monica."
The
voice seemed to be coming from near the pumpkin. Was this actually some kind
of stunt Melanie was pulling with the speaker system?
"No,
Francesca, it's not anything your Mistress has done. She has only done what I
suggested to her, and she readily accepted. I hope you get some protection
before you spread your legs for the first time tonight. You're going to find
that filling the hole between your legs is a passion that you cannot fight, and
you are a fully equipped female now. Fully equipped for some fun you can't yet
imagine!"
Mistress
Monica picked up one of the dog chains we had placed in the gory display around
the pumpkin, then clipped it to a ring that I didn't know was on my choker.
"Let's get moving, you cunt!" she said with an evil gleam in her eye.
*
* * * *
That
night at the party, I felt the pleasures of every single male. I also was
forced by my Mistress to satisfy the first few women, but soon I was thrilled
to cater to every female in attendance. It didn't dawn on me until late in the
evening why I was servicing so many more females than males. By the time it
came for us to leave, not a single male character was there. It hadn't started
as a party for women only, but I sure made it that way!
My
Mistress had a lot of fun, because besides toying with me, she also found that
every other woman at the party, and that eventually meant everybody at the
party, eagerly gave themselves to her demanding pleasure.
By
the time we got back home, I'd also made a few hundred dollars in addition to
what I'd gotten at the party. If this was going to be my new source of income,
work was going to be something I would enjoy a lot more than in the past!
Mistress also made a lot of money; it seems like a lot of the people there
wanted her to demean them, whip them, chain them, well...you get the idea.
We
both found out the next morning when we woke up that what I'd become was
permanent, but that my role as the whore named Francesca was strictly an after
sundown activity. A werewhore, you say? Hee, hee!
We
also found out about a few other powers Jack had given us when Halloween night
came. Mistress got into her witch costume, and if anything, looked like a
really domineering witch. I actually did all the talking instead of the other
way around, since Francesca was a witch that had to do exactly what her
Mistress told her. I do mean witch. We both casted spells on the candy that
we passed out, and the cauldrons that now had real brew in them provided more avenues
for change. I'm betting that there weren't very many boys in our local school
the next day.
Luckily
for the rest of the kids, our witch powers were only with us on Halloween
night. It sure is fun to dress up as really sexy witches now, though, even
long after Halloween. Getting into our heroine and villainess costumes has a
whole new meaning now, too. I have to be careful, because one night (at least,
that's all I can remember!) when I was wearing Melanie's Catwoman costume,
Monica commanded me to use my new identity for its intended purpose. I don't
know if any jewelry stores really got broken into that night, but the next time
I was being marketed out on the streets, I was wearing some brand new diamonds!
So,
like Melanie mentioned at the top, Bill isn't exactly my name any more. Of
course, part of the time, Melanie isn't hers, either. "Ouch!"
"That's
right, you little cunt! The sun just went down, and Mistress Monica wields her
whip with glee!"
Phew...I
sure hope Smilin' Jack never decides to drop in anywhere near where you live!
The
End!
I
hope you enjoyed this little romp!
SteveZ