The Final Costume free porn video

The Final Costume by Sarah Miller It was Monday. As usual, my morning was a blur of meetings and phone calls from people wanting information or help with a project. By lunchtime, I was already frazzled, and was looking forward to a relaxing tanning session. I checked in with Veronica, the receptionist, and started my session. When I came out of the booth, I was feeling much more relaxed. As I walked back past the reception desk, Veronica yelled, "Hang on a minute." and finished processing a customer. When we were alone, she continued with an invitation to a Halloween party Friday night for me and my wife. "I'd really like to, but it's a bit late to get costumes. Maybe next year," I replied. "Oh, come on. If you promise to come, I'll get you some costumes. My sister runs a costume store downtown. She'll give you a good discount. Promise." "I don't know..." "Please come. You'll have a fun time. Yes." "Well, when would we be able to get the costumes? Everyone downtown seems to close before I get off work." "OK, then, you be there. I'll get your costumes for you. This will be fun - a surprise. The party starts at 8. You take off a little early Friday. After all, it _is_ a holiday! I'll be at your house at 4 to help you get ready. I know the perfect ones to bring, and they'll take a while for you both to get into." Well, I couldn't argue with that. I liked Veronica, and she always made sure I was able to get an appointment. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I agreed. I would just have to make sure I was caught up by Friday so I wouldn't have to worry about taking off early. We were in the middle of a large project with an impossible schedule, and management had just refused my request for another programmer. This job really stunk, so maybe I shouldn't even worry about it. By the time Friday rolled around I was really looking forward to the party. I wouldn't know very many people, as they were all Veronica's friends, but that would give me a chance to socialize with people I didn't have to deal with all week long. It would be fun, I decided. And over the objections of my boss, I left at 3:00. I had plenty of extra hours to cover it. I got home and grabbed a beer and a sandwich. If we were going to start at 4 and not be finished until it was time to leave, I would be getting hungry. Martha, my wife, also grabbed a bite to eat. Veronica showed up right on time, and I helped her carry in a couple of large boxes. I couldn't imagine what would take up that much room. I soon found out. "Jack, you gonna be a matron at the court of Louis the 14th. Martha's gonna be your consort. We got padding and body suits to go underneath the clothes." I was flabbergasted, and objected strenuously. I was rather large for a woman, and felt I would look utterly ridiculous. "Oh, be quiet. It will be fun. Nobody there knows you. Besides, I said matron. You don't have to be small. You'll win the contest for sure." "Contest?" I queried. "Yeah, best costume gets a nice prize. Some cash, and a few gift certificates, a nice dinner for two for most categories. The best one dressed as the opposite sex gets a cruise." "That's a pretty nice prize just for a little party among friends." "But it will be fairly big. And the prizes were donated by a friend who won the lotto a while back. She can afford it." I should have had second thoughts about this. Things were getting rapidly out of control. But I went meek and answered "Well, OK, I guess a cruise would be a nice thing to have. Let's see what you have here." She handed me one of the boxes and Martha the other. She told me to wait, and went and helped Martha on with the body suit. I sat out on the back porch sipping a beer while they got her ready. About half an hour later, Veronica came for me. My wife was stashed away in the spare bedroom. We couldn't see each other until we were both ready. We went into the master bedroom, and she opened the box with my costume. She pulled out a rather fragile looking skin colored body suit. "Strip," she commanded. I protested to no avail. I had nothing she hadn't seen before, and soon even that wouldn't be evident, she 'explained.' We compromised by her turning her back while I removed all of my clothes. When I was through, she told me to slide into the suit. It was all one piece, with an opening in the back running from the waist to the neck. I sat down on the bed and slid my feet into the suit. I pulled it up my legs almost the way I'd watched my wife put on pantyhose. When I had my feet situated in the feet of the suit, and the legs pulled up past my knees, I stood up to get it the rest of the way. At that point, I realized there might be a logistical problem. If I had to go to the bathroom, and after the two beers I'd just finished I knew I would, I would have to take everything off. That would be a real pain. I was going to have to avoid liquids as much as possible for the rest of the night. "No," she replied when I mentioned that. "Look, this is where the help comes in. Pull the thing up a bit more and look inside. There's a sheathe that holds your penis. On the other end is a tube that runs to where a woman's urethra would be. You'll get to pee just like a real woman." I heard her snicker as she finished the last sentence. I really was beginning to have second thoughts. But after receiving a glare, I continued working on it. I slid my penis into the tube, which seemed to be fixed to the front of the suit. It was a very snug fit. I had to wiggle and juggle things as I pulled the suit up around my hips. I finally got the suit pulled up tight, and it was really eerie looking. I felt slightly uncomfortable as my penis was pulled underneath my crotch, and my balls ended up shoved up inside me, but the result was a very realistic looking female crotch. This was a strange costume. I felt my legs through the latex, and it felt almost like I was touching my own skin. The difference was that these were smooth and soft. There was a slight loss in tactile feeling, but not near as much as I would have thought. I continued by sliding my arms into the sleeves. Veronica pulled the sleeves up and helped get my hands adjusted inside this second skin. Now the head hung down over the loosely flopping breasts. I took my glasses off, and with a little stretching the head came down over mine. She did some pulling and adjusting, until the ears fit, the nose was properly positioned, and the lips were pressed onto mine. This was too bizarre. I could feel the latex, but just barely, as I pressed my lips together. And while I was standing there taking in the sensations, Veronica began closing it up. The back did not have a zipper, but closed by what seemed like a cross between velcro and a zip lock bag. She worked her way up from the waist until I was completely encased in the suit. It was still an odd feeling. The latex felt very clingy, moving the way my skin did. It was very tight (it had to be to get over my frame), but not uncomfortably so. My new breasts seemed almost real as they hung from my chest. Even my penis tucked underneath me didn't bother me unless I actually thought about it. It was time to get dressed, as It was approaching 6:00. The rest of my costume was a gown that looked like they wore back in the 1700's, along with more modern undergarments. I slipped a pair of silk panties on. The feeling was rather erotic, as though my legs and butt weren't covered in a second skin. I looked in the mirror and marveled at my 'flat' front. With a bit of instruction from Veronica, I got the bra on. I did have trouble getting my arms bent to fasten it, but managed it. Then came a camisole and petticoats. And then the gown. Amazingly, it fit. It was a bit form fitting, as were many women's clothes, but at least I could move. She then spent 45 minutes fixing my hair. Then another half hour doing the makeup. The shoes were actually high heeled boots, and they also fit. I had to spend another half hour learning how to walk in them. I was ready. She told Martha to come on in. My jaw dropped at the sight. She looked just like a man, although on the short side. She was dressed as a gentleman of the 1700's, breeches, waistcoat, ruffled shirt, and stockings. Veronica then changed into her own costume, a less than original ballerina. After a few minutes donning makeup, she handed me my last prop, a mask on a stick. These were part of the masked ball tradition of 18th century France. We piled in her car and zoomed off to the party. **** They had rented a large ballroom in one of the beach hotels. There must have been a hundred couples there. This was really out of hand. I was quite embarrassed at the way I was dressed, and just hoped I didn't run into anyone I knew. Veronica introduced us around, first to her husband, who was dressed as a vampire, then to her many friends. Most were incredulous at how convincing we were, until one of us spoke. I was exaggerating my gracefulness, but maybe that's what people expected from a countess, or whatever it was that I was. The drinks were free, and we had a good time. Eventually I got comfortable with the costume, and lost my embarrassment. When the inevitable pressure in the bladder arrived, I was in a quandary. The restrooms were outside the party room, and there were other parties going on. Which one should I use. I finally figured, "what the hell!" and glided gracefully through the door of the ladies room. There were several women fixing makeup and chatting. I just smiled and entered a stall. It took me forever to untangle the petticoats and get myself seated. But I finally felt relief. Luckily, there was no one left when I exited, as I would have had no idea how to behave as I washed my hands. I suppose I would have had to fix my makeup as well, and I had no idea how. By midnight I was fairly well gone, and so was Martha. But on the stroke of 12, there was a loud fanfare, and a screech from the speakers. The contest was about to begin. There were some really good costumes, and the best were called up to the stage one at a time. A large white rabbit won in the animal category. The witch category was won by a shapely young woman in a blue robe. Not quite traditional, but subtly clever. The best male and female human winners were a pirate and a fairy godmother. There were 10 or 12 other crossdressed couples, but we won. We were thrilled, as the prize was a seven day cruise to the southeastern Caribbean. I was looking forward to some snorkeling in Aruba. So we spent the rest of the evening getting even more drunk. I made several trips to the ladies room, each time getting less embarrassed. The costume become more comfortable as time went on. I even forgot about the discomfort between my thighs. I barely remembered the ride home. Veronica's husband was kind enough to drive. She said she would come over in the afternoon to get the costumes. We all needed a good sleep. I remember getting the keys out of my purse and opening the door. I kind of remember taking of the gown and those horrible petticoats. I must have taken off the bra. At that point I just crawled into bed, leaving the body suit on. It was too much work to find the fastener. Martha did the same. **** I woke up very slowly. Light was streaming through the window. It hurt my eyes. Something didn't feel right. I thought I had breasts. Then I realized I hadn't taken off the body suit. I had to pee very badly - that's what woke me up. So into the bathroom I went, wearing only the panties from the costume. Something still wasn't right. The breasts felt real, attached. I swore I could feel them jiggle as I walked. Couldn't be. I sat down on the toilet and let loose. That didn't feel right. I didn't feel the squished up, pulled back sensation from my penis. It didn't feel like the urine was running through a tube underneath an artificial skin. When the stream stopped, I pulled off a wad of paper and dabbed myself. I could feel it all too plainly. I put my hand down there, and had a horrible sinking feeling as my fingers found a warm labia, and it got worse as one finger slipped into what seemed to be a real vagina. And I could feel it go in. I was wide awake now. My stomach was knotted into a ball of fear. I was at a total loss as to what happened or why. I just seemed to be a real woman now. I felt around the back of my neck looking for the fastener. I couldn't find it. I finally calmed down some. I remembered Veronica's promise to come by today. She _would_ explain this. I got up and looked myself over. This would be an interesting few hours. I seemed to be the same height as I had been. Perhaps I'd lost a bit of weight. But looking back from the mirror was a rather large woman. My face was pretty, and on a smaller woman would have been attractive. I lifted my breasts up, feeling the weight. They were large, but not huge. I felt myself getting excited as I did all this. Then another thought hit me and sent me spinning. If I was a real woman now, Martha was probably a real man. I walked back out to the bedroom, and saw she, or he, was still asleep. Making my decision, I crawled back under the covers, and began fondling her crotch. Soon I was rewarded with my answer. I felt an erection beginning under my fingers. I was rather uncomfortable doing this. I was a man, after all, and I shouldn't be playing with another man. But in truth, at the moment I wasn't a man right now, and this opportunity could not be missed. I continued my ministrations until she woke up and screamed. I had to let her deal with this change as I had. When I convinced her that Veronica would get us back to normal she calmed down, and we went back to making love. This was a highly interesting experience, especially the initial entry. We spent the entire morning trying different positions. I liked them all. I was becoming addicted to sex in this form. I experienced wave after wave of orgasmic energy slamming through my body. It was almost enough to make me wish I'd been born female. Martha had similar feelings. We finally got up around 2:00, tired and getting sore. Getting dressed was a small problem. I had lost some weight, and my pants didn't fit any more. I finally got into a borrowed pair of panties, some pull-on shorts, a bra that had seen better days, and a t-shirt. Martha dug out some old pants of mine, from before I'd gained a lot of weight. We ate breakfast and sipped coffee waiting for Veronica. It was almost 5 when she finally arrived. I opened the door, and she gave me a very surprised look. "Why're ya still in those costumes? I was gonna take them back now," she said. "Well," I started, "they are not exactly costumes anymore." "What...?" "Not costumes. Real!" I grabbed ger hand and put it on my crotch. "Feel that? I'm a real woman now. What the hell is going on?!" She pulled her hand back, recoiling in shock. This did not bode well for our situation. After a short but heated discussion, we decided she should call her sister Tammy to get over here. It was, after all, her costumes we had become. An interminably long time later, the doorbell rang. "Hi, Jack!" Tammy said. "Looks like we goofed a bit." "Yeah, I'd say so." I let her in. "OK," she began, "Looks like you got a couple of my _special_ costumes. They do come with nano-machines that will make the costumes real. But don't worry, it is reversible. They're activated by the heat your body generates when you put the thing on. To get back to normal, you just sit in some very cold water for a few minutes. They sense the temperature difference and reverse the process. In a while, you can take them off . In most cases it takes about 12 hours before they'll come off. Don't stay too long, though, or it takes almost as long to undo as it did to get you this way. They are reusable, but I have to take them and get them recharged. So if you liked this experience, we can repeat it. Consider it repayment for the surprise. At least think about it." "Well. Interesting. Where did you get this kind of technology?" After a few minutes of arguing, I gave up. She wasn't saying where she got it. It was kind of scary. "This morning was fun, I guess,"I finally conceded. "I don't know about another go, though." We sat around just chatting for a while, and the two sisters left. We decided to stay this way overnight, and have some more fun in the morning. *** The alarm went off, and I was disoriented. My breasts got in the way as I turned off the alarm, and this threw me off until I remembered why I had breasts. I woke up Martha and we made love some more. This was really a lot of fun, but I didn't want to live this way the rest of my life. After a while, we got up and ran some cold water into the tub. Then I threw in a bunch of ice cubes. After all, it was supposed to be as cold as we could stand. I got in and sat down. It was very cold, and painful. After a few minutes, I got out, threw a few more ice cubes in, and let Martha get in. She also got out after only a few minutes. About an hour later I could feel the changes beginning. And by bedtime, we were able to get out of the suits. A unique and fun adventure came to an end. ***** Three weeks later we got a large envelope in the mail. It was our tickets for the cruise. I had not really expected them to be actually awarded. But I was startled to see the names were not ours. They were for a Mr. and Mrs. Mark Winston. Odd, Winston was Martha's maiden name. Well, we couldn't use them like that so I told Veronica on my next tanning session. Soon afterwards, I got a call from Tammy. She said the names were not a mistake, although she had made up the name Mark Winston. If we wanted to go, we'd have to wear the costumes again. The prize was for the way we had been dressed at the party. And, we'd have to put them on a couple of days early so we'd have time to change more into our new identities. This was too weird. I didn't know if I could go through with it, but I promised to talk to Martha about it. We did talk. Several times, in fact. Eventually, we decided to go ahead and take the cruise. We'd probably have to buy a lot of new clothes, but that would still cost less than this dream vacation. And we did enjoy our time 'in costume', so we weren't afraid of that. We would have to present ourselves in public, outside the venue of a costume party, though. And that _was_ scary. So I called Tammy and accepted. We set a date in February. ****** Christmas came and went. My job remained stressful, as I couldn't seem to get all the help and resources I needed to finish anything on time. All I heard from above was "Do more with less," like some perverse mantra. I was looking forward to this vacation, even if I did have to spend it in a costume. I scheduled all three weeks of my vacation, which made my boss livid, and on the Wednesday before sailing, started it. I wondered if I'd have a job to come back to, but if not, good riddance. I had the skills to easily find another one. I just didn't want to loose my seniority, and figured it wouldn't be too long before I could get out of this department and get a new, hopefully intelligent, boss. Tammy brought the suits around about 11. We would have to have new clothes, and the prize did include a small wardrobe. But we'd have to pick it out. So we got measured and Tammy did some estimates on size changes. She and Martha went into the bathroom to get the other suit on while I started on mine. I slipped my legs into my suit, and snuggled my toes into the suit's. I pulled it up over my hips, slipping my penis into the sheath. I pulled it up tight, but still had to wait for Tammy to come back and help me get things adjusted. Then she really pulled it up tight, and sealed a few inches up the back to hold it. She helped me get my arms and hands situated into the sleeves of the suit, and after removing my glasses, pulled the head over mine. A few minutes of fussing around, and the suit was sealed. I felt the weight of the breasts snug against my chest. As it warmed up, I could feel the suit form itself tight against my skin. It was an odd sensation, now that I knew to look for it. Tammy left us to find something to wear while she went shopping. I found some panties that fit, and had to settle for a large loose kimono-like dress. We just lounged around reading until Tammy returned. And four hours later she returned loaded with packages. To start, there were pants and blouses for me, and pants and shirts for Martha, now Mark. We would be changing size over the next 10 days, and would likely vary at least a full size or more. There were bras of several sizes, as well as nightgowns, hose, shoes, dresses, skirts, more blouses and pants, and most frightening, some swimsuits. They were in several sizes, with the largest a 20, which is what I was now wearing. I was a big woman. Martha had an array of jeans, slacks, shirts, and a couple of suits. There must have been several thousand dollars worth of clothes strewn on the bed after we were through pawing through them. All for a seven day cruise. After suitable thanks, Tammy left, promising to be back Friday morning to deliver our fake IDs. She also left an admonition for us to start the reversal process as soon as we got home from the trip. We enjoyed sensing the changes as the day wore on. By the time we went to bed, the costumes were feeling almost real. ****** Saturday morning finally arrived. At this point we were getting past the newness of sex in these bodies. It was still highly enjoyable, but we were both getting sore. At least now we'd spend some time enjoying the trip instead of each other. We finished packing and drove over to Port Canaveral. I felt very weird being out in public, in the daylight. I was down to a size 18, bulky, not fat, so I didn't look too awfully bad. In fact I looked better than a few ugly, fat, overly rich matrons I saw waddling about. But I was still unused to appearing in this guise, and I was nervous as hell. We found our cabin (one of the upper decks, I was pleased to note), and settled in. Martha, or Mark as I had to remember to call him now, finally suggested a drink on the deck. He suggested changing into shorts, but I violently disagreed. Not that I was afraid, but even though this was Florida, it was still February, and it was only 63 degrees. That may be short sleeve weather for Eskimos, but we'd lived here six years, and this was too cold for skimpy clothes. Especially out on the water. So, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I joined Mark on the deck, and we were soon sipping some mango colored concoction and enjoying the band. No one stared at us. We weren't freaks, as I still sort of felt. At least I wasn't shaped in such a way as to draw male attention, at least not yet. I wasn't sure I could cope with that yet, in spite of having experienced 'real womanhood.' At 4:00 we watched the pier slide away, and soon were watching a few large sailboats out in the open water. Several of us spied a whale splashing in the distance, but it was too far away to identify its species. That was a real thrill, I'd always wanted to go whale watching, and they weren't all that common along the southern Atlantic shores. Finally, there was nothing but water to watch, and the sun had slipped below the horizon. It was only a mediocre sunset, so we went in to change for dinner. Dinner was a whole collection of new experiences. Being out in public in a dress (the Halloween party doesn't count - I was drunk), being treated as an old-fashioned lady, and enjoying a five star meal all contributed to an immensely enjoyable evening, which we wrapped up with a show. This thing was like a floating Las Vegas hotel, tourists and all. It promised to be the best vacation I could possibly want. ***** Friday morning arrived, much too soon. We had enjoyed all the stereotypical sights and sounds of the Carribean. Tours of rugged volcanic islands, snorkeling in the shallow reefs (yes, I got to wear a swim suit - a one piece thing, if you don't mind), beautiful sunsets, sparkling white sand, even the awesome isolation during our one full day at sea, it all added up to a spectacular vacation. I was even down to a size 14, in spite of 17 meals a day. I collected some tan lines that were going to be hard to explain if they stayed with me after our return to normal. It had been just perfect. I had enjoyed the experience of being treated like a woman, being catered to by all the shopkeepers in the islands, being treated with gentleness and respect (although I knew that was an aberration - it was just neat in these circumstances.) And now it was all over. I was already dreading my return to work, even if was a week and a half away. I put that thought away as the boat very gently attached itself to the dock. An hour later, we were in the car driving home. I let Mark drive. It felt very strange being driven by someone else, as well as a little scary - he wasn't an extremely good driver. But we made it. *** We decided to stay this way one more night. That would make 10 full days like this. It was probably pushing our luck, since Tammy had mentioned that after this much time in the costumes, we'd take about 90 percent of the time to change back. She did say to change back as soon as we got home, but we wanted to stay as long as we could, so we decided to push our luck. It would leave about two days before I had to go back to work, if it worked right. If not, I could always call in sick. We were tired, and more than a little horny - it had been two days since we'd made love. We were essentially like newlyweds, I guess. So after a nap we went at it again, paused to order a pizza, and continued through the evening. We finally collapsed exhausted and slept a solid 10 hours. Saturday morning we had one last quickie before throwing our bodies into the ice water we put in the tub. This would be a morning ritual until we could get the costumes off. Well, actually, it was afternoon before we got around to it. Of course we'd forgotten that our new toys wouldn't actually disappear for several days, probably not until next Saturday, but we were having too much fun to care. Sunday morning we repeated the ice water bath, then got dressed. It struck me as odd, I was now wearing a size 12, when I thought I should be getting larger. I supposed it would just take a day or two to really start working. Tuesday morning I was in a panic. Not only was I not getting larger, the size 12 clothes were getting too big. And they were the smallest I had. I would soon be wearing my wife's clothes. She wouldn't be needing them today, as she was getting bigger. This was not right, and I called Veronica. She and Tammy showed up about 5:30, after they got off work. By then Mark and I were just frantic with worry. I thought I should have been back up to a size 14 or 16 by now. Instead I was becoming increasingly shapely. Tammy looked at us thoughtfully for a moment, the asked, "So how long did you keep them on before you tried to start the reversal?" "Well, we started on a Wednesday morning, started the reversal Saturday afternoon. A little over ten full days," I answered, with a little trepidation. "Well, hell, you're done for now. I told you to 9 was the limit. You needed to get them off by Friday night." "We didn't think another night would hurt. It was only an extra 18 hours." "Well it was probably about 12 hours too many. The costumes are now permanent. Always follow instructions. Jack, you were an engineer, you shoulda known to do that." My blood seemed to have frozen, especially when she used the past tense when referring to my profession. My stomach knotted up and my jaw quit working. I slowly brought my glaze over to Mark, who seemed to be having a similar reaction. This just couldn't be happening. I had a week left of vacation, and I needed to get back to work. I couldn't just run off and become a woman. How would we explain this to our families? Luckily, we had no kids, or this would have been really tough (of course we probably wouldn't have even been in this situation.) Tammy just stared back at me. She blamed me, of course. It was always the man's fault, although I wasn't an actual man now. Well it wasn't. It was a mutual decision, arrived at with minimal thought. And now we were going to pay dearly for this vacation. I think if I had to do it over, I'd have stayed home last Halloween. I finally just looked down at the floor, mumbling about supporting ourselves. "Look," Tammy finally said. "I feel a little guilty about this, even though you screwed it up. So I'm going to help you guys out. Mark, I'm going to send you back to school to learn how to do something. Think of a major. Janet, you can work in my shop until Mark finishes school. Or you can find something else. I will get you both new identities. The one's for the cruise were not that thorough. How you deal with your families is up to you, though I'll help out if they need convincing. I'd suggest starting with letters. It's gonna be tough, I think." ****** Epilogue Tough wasn't quite the word. We ended up flying home, carrying new costumes. That's what it took to convince anyone that we weren't some freeloading criminals who took over our lives. It was tough, and embarrassing, and totally freaked everyone. The costumes went on my brother and sister-in-law, and came off pretty quickly. We ended up staying in town, just abandoning our old house. We went back and loaded a few things into a truck, and got an apartment here. With a reference from Tammy I had no trouble finding a job, although it was pretty low paying. Welcome to womanhood, I figured. Mark is now in school, doing well. He wants to be an architect. Me, I'm just going to be a typical housewife, and perhaps someday I'll be a mother. Doesn't bear thinking about, for now. Although the cruise had been thoroughly enjoyable, I hadn't wanted to be a woman permanently. It isn't so bad, really. Sometimes it's even fun. But periods are horrible. I don't get taken very seriously anymore, even by other women. But I'll get used to it, I guess. Life goes on, no matter what. THE END.