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The Fraternity Drag Ball by Elrod W Bill frowned, for perhaps the tenth time in the past ten minutes. "How in the hell am I supposed to get ready for this party on such short notice?" he demanded of his roommates, Jim, Tony, and Marty. "I mean, the party is tonight. Tonight!" Tony laughed, but secretly sympathized with Bill's plight. If it weren't for him and Marty, Bill wouldn't be in this predicament. It wasn't his fault that Bill was so reserved, while he and Marty were gregarious. It had been something of a coup for Tony and Marty to land an extra invitation to the Phi Gamma dame party. It was considered the event for a freshman to attend, and it usually meant that an invitation to pledge the fraternity would be forthcoming. "You can always turn it down," Jim said sarcastically. Like Tony and Marty, Jim was an athlete, at least in his high school days, and had no sympathy for 'bookworms' such as Bill. It wasn't that Bill was totally awkward; for someone shy and studious, he managed to avoid looking like a total nerd. That had been Tony's doing. He convinced Bill to get contact lenses, a better haircut, and some new shirts. The change was remarkable, but despite Tony's efforts, Bill still stood out in a crowd. He was short - 5 feet, 8 inches - and slight of build, unlike his roommates. Tony frowned to himself. Bill just didn't have a commanding presence. "No way," Bill roared back to Jim. He knew the importance of this party. If he got into Phi Gamma, it would enhance his social standing immensely. Marty turned to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. "Anyone else?" he asked. In response to their nods, he gave Bill and Jim each a fresh beer. Marty sat down and twisted the top off his beer, then took a long drink. "There's always that oddities shop out on Raven Lane." He turned to Jim. "What's it called?" Bill suppressed a shudder. Raven Lane was a very strange place - it went past the cemetery, and some of the old houses and shops had a creepy look. Jim was busy with the yellow pages. "Here it is!" he announced triumphantly. "Madam Zelda's Curiosity Shop and Crystal Ball Readings." He scribbled an address on a piece of note paper, and tossed it on the table in front of Bill. "Any other costume shops?" Bill asked hopefully. He really wanted to avoid Raven Lane. Marty shook his head. "Look," he explained, "you could probably get some duds at the Thrift Store, but they won't have the wig and stuff. And you know you can't afford a real wig!" Didn't they all know it. Marty had called around for the last three weeks, and discovered for himself the bad news. Either you got to a costume shop, or you paid big bucks, or you didn't go to the party. Bill nodded his understanding. Raven Lane it was. "Anyone want to come along?" he asked hopefully. He knew the answer - the others already had their costumes. That was the advantage of getting an invitation early. To Bill's surprise, Tony spoke up. "Sure, I'll ride along." He downed his beer, and rose, following Bill out the door. Raven Lane was creepy, Bill reminded himself. If any place could seem like twilight at eleven in the morning, Raven Lane could. On the way out, Tony reminded Bill of the importance of this party. But why was it a dame party, Bill wanted to know. No one knew for sure, but it was a long-standing tradition that freshmen came to this party in drag. And the costumes had to pass muster. One or two of the 'guests' were always taken out to a local bar, just to see if they really were attired well enough to fool the uninformed. The highlight of the evening was the beauty pageant, in which the freshmen competed to see who was judged most feminine. Winning was guaranteed to bring one to the top of the greek social ladder, at least for the year. Bill so wanted to win. Bill pulled into a parking lot by a dumpy-looking building. The windows were dirty, and it was impossible to see in, but the big sign announcing Madam Zelda was difficult to miss. Bill stopped at the door, to verify that Tony was behind him, then pushed open the door. It opened with a creak, sending a shiver up Bill's spine. At the same time, a rusty bell above the door tinkled, announcing their entrance. If the outside was creepy, the inside was no better. Piles of strange things were scattered through the store, on top of and under large trunks. Some of the trunks were open; most were closed. From the ceiling, lamps, manequins, clothes, and other assorted things hung. Everything was haphazardly arranged, and covered by a fine layer of dust. "Hello," Bill called out meekly. There was no answer. He turned to Tony. "No one here. Let's go." Tony was quick to nod agreement; the boys turned to leave. "Who needs the services of Madam Zelda?" a voice cackled from the back of the shop. Without warning, a gypsy appeared between the boys and the door. Bill glanced back where the voice had come from, and then looked at the lady. He swallowed hard. This lady was a stereotypical gypsy. Her disheveled hair was half-hidden by a kerchief; one tooth was missing, and of the other three front teeth, two were gold-capped. She wore a long flowing skirt, brightly colored, with a bright sash around her waist. Gold necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings adorned her neck, hands, and ears. Madam Zelda smiled at Bill. "Um," Bill swallowed again, and began to explain. "You need a costume for a special party," Madam Zelda finished for him. Surprise registered on Tony and Bill. The gypsy laughed, a witch-like cackle. "Madam Zelda knows all. Come." She gestured for the boys to follow her as she ducked between two chests and walked effortlessly toward the back of the shop. To Bill and Tony, it seemed more that she was gliding above the floor than actually walking on it; they steeled themselves and followed Madam Zelda. Madam Zelda stopped and turned suddenly. "Which one needs the costume?" she asked. Bill half raised his hand and took a step forward. "I must know more about you first, so I can find the perfect costume." She swirled through a curtain of beads into a small room. Bill glanced over his shoulder at Tony. Tony shrugged. "This is how horror movies start," Tony said encouragingly. "Thanks," Bill answered. "That helps." "Come," Madam Zelda called from inside the room. Bill ducked through the curtain. "Sit," Madam Zelda commanded. She was seated at a cloth-covered table, with a crystal ball centered on it. Bill sat in the only other chair, opposite Madam Zelda. "Palm," she commanded. Bill placed his hands, palms up, on the table in front of the gypsy. "Hmm," she mumbled as she traced a few lines on his palm. "Interesting." She continued to absently trace the lines. "So you are a virgin." Bill nodded meekly. "And a very shy boy." Again Bill nodded. "How many dates?" The questions seemed awfully personal for purchasing a costume. "Two," Bill replied. Madam Zelda grasped Bills hands and placed them palms down, near the crystal ball. She then waved her hands above the ball, and began incanting something in a language Bill didn't understand. After a moment, Bill was convinced that the ball was getting foggy, misty, inside. Madam Zelda continued to wave her hands. "I see your destiny. It involves great changes. You wish to be...popular with your friends?" Madam Zelda abruptly quit waving her hands, and stood. Bill nodded slightly. Madam Zelda smiled, a curious, almost sinister smile. "Then I can help you. Come." she announced. Bill interrupted. "But you don't know what the party is ..." Madam Zelda cut him off. "Madam Zelda knows all. You wish to go to a party disguised as a girl." She smiled again. "I know just what to get for you." With a swirl of her skirt, she swept back into the shop, with Bill following awkwardly behind her. Madam Zelda stopped before a large trunk, and pried the lid open. "Here we are," she announced. She reached in and pulled out something white and folded, a garment of some kind. She held it up - it was a white peasant blouse - and smiled her approval. Then she reached in for another garment. Again and again she reached into the chest, and more clothing piled in Bill's hands. The blouse. A skirt, loose, knee-length. A brocade vest. A pair of sheer stockings. Garters. Panties - very frilly and lacy. Bill started to object when he saw the panties, but Madam Zelda raised her finger to stop him. Then she turned and swept to another part of her curious shop, with Bill and Tony following closely. She came to another chest, larger, and standing on end. Like before, she pried it open. Inside, Bill and Tony saw wigs. Lots of wigs. Very high quality wigs, from the looks of things. Not those cheap theater wigs everyone else would be wearing. Madam Zelda looked at the wigs, stared at Bill's head, then looked back into the trunk of wigs. She pulled out a wig, which she held up triumphantly. It was auburn in color, and the hair was mostly straight. The sides and back looked to be shoulder-length, and the tips were curled under; the front was cut in bangs. Madam Zelda smiled and placed the wig on top of the clothing in Bill's hands. Again, Madam Zelda turned and dashed to another corner. From yet another trunk, she began to pull out makeup - lipstick, blush, eye shadow, foundation, glue-on nails, nail polish, and much more. "Everything you will need", she assured Bill. Then she pulled out the final two items. The first was a bra, and not just any bra. It was lacy, and frilly, and big. The cups were very large, indeed, and low cut, the kind designed to entice and arouse men. "This should do," Madam Zelda announced as she placed the bra on top of the pile. She dove back into the trunk, and rummaged around a bit. Finally, she reappeared, holding an odd piece of what looked to be theater latex rubber. She unfolded the item, revealing what looked like a special- effects body appliance - latex and foam breasts. They were marvelously crafted and extremely realistic in appearance, from the graceful curves with just the right sag, to the big brown, round, perky nipples standing proudly. "Umm," Bill muttered, "how do these work?" He was blushing slightly from embarrassment. Madam Zelda pulled a bottle from the makeup pile. "This is spirit gum. It is used like a glue. Then you will use the makeup to cover the seam line and blend the color to your own skin color." Bill nodded his understanding. "How much?" he asked simply. Madam Zelda looked at him, smiling in her sinister way. "Because you need my help, twenty dollars." She laughed, and Bill suddenly felt a chill up his spine. Bill reached for his wallet, and got out the money to pay Madam Zelda. As she reached for the money, she suddenly stopped. "Wait. There is something I have forgotten." She spun quickly, disappeared into the back of the shop, and returned almost as quickly with a small box. Carefully, she opened the box to reveal a gold necklace, earrings, bracelets, and an assortment of rings. "There," she said contentedly. "Now you have everything." Faster than Tony or Bill could see, she snatched the money from Bill's hand and turned to leave. "Wait a minute," Tony asked. "Can you..." Madam Zelda spun. She stared at Tony for a moment, then shook her head. "You I cannot help," she cackled, then she spun and vanished into the back of the store. Tony looked at Bill, shrugged, then helped Bill collect the things and carry them out to Bill's car. As they drove back to their house, Tony noticed that Bill was strangely silent. "What are you thinking?" he finally asked. Bill shook his head. "I don't know," he answered. "The whole thing seems weird. I mean, she knew. She knew everything! I didn't tell her about the party, or why we were there, or anything. And she still knew." It was Tony's turn to have a chill run up his spine. It was after dinner when they started to get dressed for the party. Tony, Marty, and Jim were quickly changed into their outfits. Because of their athletic builds, they were not very convincing as women. Marty had shaved off his mustache, and that helped his disguise, but despite his best efforts at makeup, one could still tell that it was Marty. Marty wore a simple blouse and skirt, which hid most of his masculine lines, but the skirt was tight around his hips. That was a mistake - Marty was hung like a horse, and the bulge in his crotch gave him away. But it was too late to try something else. His wig was a close match to his natural hair color, so it was hard to tell that he was even wearing a wig. And even though it didn't hide his identity, Marty's makeup was at least well done Tony had done the best job of the three. He wore an adequate dress - not too tight, but not loose and sloppy-fitting. His false breasts - water balloons? - hung and bounced nicely in the dress - the bustline was visible but not highlighted. Tony's makeup was adequately done - not as well as Marty's, but very passable - it helped that his girlfriend, Tina, had helped. The wig he had selected, despite being a bit odd style, was not out of place with his dress. Jim was the worst-dressed of the three. The dress he wore was too small, and fit poorly, accentuating his physique. Whatever he was using for false breasts were uneven and not quite the same size, and his wig, blonde, didn't match his bushy black eyebrows. No amount of makeup could disguise his angular, masculine chin, and his razor was in need of new blades - by evening's end, he would probably have some noticeable whiskers. The three, with Tina, were waiting in the living room for Bill to finish. Finally, Tina spoke up. "I'd better go see if he needs any help." Jim hooted, causing Tina to defend her offer. "You know, makeup and such." She went to Bill's room and knocked on the door. When Bill said 'Yeah," Tina opened the door and went in. Bill was wearing the stockings, garter, and panties, and was working to apply the breasts. "Let me help," Tina offered. She helped Bill finish dabbing the spirit gum on the latex, then lifted the gooey mess to his chest. Carefully, she aligned the false breasts on his chest, and pressed the latex to secure it, then stepped back to look. Tina was impressed. "They look good." Bill looked down, modestly. "No really!" Tina insisted. "They look real good." Then she frowned. "Did you get anything to hide the lines?" Bill pointed dumbly at his dresser, where he had arranged all of the stuff from Madam Zelda. Tina searched for a minute, then picked out a couple of things. First, she applied a little liquid latex to the line. When she was done, the line had vanished. Next, Tina opened the foundation makeup, applied a little to Bill's natural skin, and smiled to herself. The match was pretty good. She began to liberally apply the makeup to the latex breasts. When she was done, she stepped back to admire her work. "Wow!" she exclaimed. Bill looked down, then turned to look in the mirror. His mouth dropped open. "Wow! They look real." He reached up gingerly to touch them, as if afraid that they were real. Tina had expertly blended the latex to his own skin - even Bill couldn't tell where the real skin ended and the latex appliance began. Tina smiled. She had always felt sorry for Bill, and knew that he was a truly nice person underneath his shy awkward exterior. "Okay, lets get the rest of this on you." Bill picked up the bra and stared at it, confused. Tina smiled. "No, that's not the way. Hook the bra around your waist, then slip your arms through the straps." Bill followed her directions, and found the bra went on easily. Next, he slipped on the blouse, and found that it had a loose, low-cut opening. Madam Zelda had known what he would need. Without the false breasts, he could not have worn this blouse. Next, he stepped into the skirt, and fastened the button. Bill was about to put on the wig when Tina stopped him. "No, let's do your makeup first." She pushed him into a chair, then began to tend to his makeup. She was no pro, but when she was done, it was difficult to see if Bill was wearing any makeup. Except for the eye shadow and the ruby-red lipstick, his face looked entirely natural. Next, she found fake fingernails in the makeup pile, and helped Bill glue them on. She started to apply the polish, but Bill grabbed the bottle. Awkwardly he applied the color, fighting the long nails, but Tina was impressed at how good a job he did. Finally, Tina took the wig and helped adjust it on Bill's head. Tina took a comb from Bill's dresser and teased the wig for a moment, then stepped back and looked. Her mouth hung open, speechless. "What," Bill asked, concerned. In response, Tina simply said "Look." Bill stood, and turned to the mirror. He froze, taking time to really see what the costume did. Nice was not the word. Gorgeous was more like it. The hairstyle of the wig went perfectly with the outfit. The blouse hung low, revealing the cleavage of the false breasts. The vest, far from being out of place, focused attention on the low neckline. The skirt hung above the knees, and flowed and swirled when Bill moved. The effect was a spectacular faux gypsy look. Bill tore himself from the mirror and opened the box on the dresser. With Tina's help, he picked out some of the jewelry from the box. Surprisingly, the rings fit. So did the bracelets. It took Bill a bit to figure out how to fasten the bracelets - Tina offered to help, but Bill resisted the effort and did it himself. Then he tried to put on the necklace. After several frustrating tries to fasten the clasp behind his neck and under the hair of the wig, Tina was laughing. Finally, Bill gave up, and Tina stepped behind him, slid her hands under the hair, and deftly fastened the necklace. Tina frowned. "Something's missing..." she muttered, then thought for a moment. "I know," she answered. She reached in her handbag and pulled out a small vial of perfume. She dabbed some behind Bill's ears, then in the cleavage of the false breasts. Now she smiled. Job complete. "Let's go show the guys." Tony whistled when Bill walked in. Jim and Marty just stared. Bill was embarrassed, but was secretly pleased. If he could get this kind of reaction from the guys, imagine what would happen at the party! "Hey," Marty spoke up, "we've got to pick names. We're not supposed to be identified by our own names. I'm going to be Martina." He seemed proud of the selection. Jim piped in. "I thought about Jane - you know, close to James." Tony held his nose. "Too plain? How about Janet?" No one objected too much. "Antionnette is what I picked," Tony said. "What about you, Bill?" Bill bit his lip. "With everything else, I hadn't thought of it," he admitted. Tina spoke up. "What about Billi? With an i?" Bill smiled. "Billi it is. I guess we ought to go." The four boys, followed closely by Tina, walked unsteadily out the door. None were used to walking in heels, and the going was slow. Bill smiled to himself. So far, he was the life of the party. None of the other freshmen even came close when it came to their costumes. "Get you another beer?" one of the Phi Gamma members asked. Bill smiled and nodded, handing the man his empty glass. So far, he had talked with just about every member of Phi Gamma, and all of them seemed stumped as to his true identity. In fact, Bill was having lots of fun pretending to be a girl. He wasn't sure if it was the beer, or his imagination, or true, but it seemed that all of the guys were not looking at him, but instead were staring at his chest. Bill reached out and took the beer, and smiled a thank-you. The upperclassman was still staring at Billi's cleavage - there was no doubt about it. "I don't know who you are," he stammered, clearly having had a few too many drinks, "but I'll figure it out." He lifted his gaze to Bill's eyes. "I've never failed yet." The man turned and staggered off, fixing his gaze on another of the 'freshmen.' Bill felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, and saw Antoinette/Tony. "How's it going, Billi?" Tony asked, his voice dropping to its normal pitch. Bill grinned. "This is great," he answered, almost yelling to be heard above the music. "Madam Zelda was great!" Antoinette/Tony smiled. "Good," he shouted. "Well, it's just about time for the pageant." As if on cue, the music stopped. The president of Phi Gamma stepped to the front of the room and picked up a microphone. "Gentlemen," he began, "and Ladies," (that drew hoots, whistles, and applause from the Phi Gamma members), "it's time for our annual Dame Party Beauty Pageant." Cheers broke out. "Now let's get our lovely ladies lined up." With much noise and confusion, the freshmen shuffled to the front of the room, where an upperclassman struggled to line them up. Another followed closely behind him, clipboard in hand, recording the names from the name tags. As the contestants were organized, the Phi Gamma upperclassmen brought chairs, and set them down, fashioning a runway between the rows of men. After much milling about, the contestants were finally ready. One by one, the president, serving as emcee, called the names of the contestants, and each in turn strutted down the runway between the men. Some walked awkwardly, nearly falling out of their high heels. Some tried to strut, and ended up looking like amateur hookers. Finally, it was Bill's turn. Nervously, he started to walk down the runway. By now, Bill was feeling comfortable in the short heels he was wearing, so his walk was much more natural than some of the other contestants. Then something - he wasn't sure what - made him decide to be a woman. Not just act like a woman. It made a difference. His hips began to swing modestly, and he felt the breasts bob realistically in his blouse. When he reached the end of the runway, he paused, then pirouetted for the audience to see. His skirt lifted seductively, and Bill blushed when the audience cheered, hooted, and whistled. He tilted his head slightly to one side, looked out on the crowd, and winked. Then he licked his/her upper lip and began to strut back down the runway. The audience went wild. Bill blushed even deeper, knowing that he had just stolen the show. When he got back to the start of the runway, Bill returned to his position in line, and waited anxiously for the remaining contestants to finish. Finally, all of the contestants had paraded up and down the runway. "Okay, now it's time for our judges to go to work. While they do that, maybe we could.." he stopped, and looked at one of his fraternity brothers. "You're done?" He frowned. That just eliminated his stand-up comedy routine. "Okay, the judges are already done. Can you bring me the name?" The lead judge brought a slip of paper to the emcee, then ducked back to his seat. "You know the tradition. We announce the top three places, starting with third." He paused for effect. "The third place winner is..." another pause, "Tiffany." One of the contestants stepped forward, smiling, and clasping his/her hands in a victory sign more fitting a boxing ring than a beauty pageant. An assistant appeared, and handed the emcee a bouquet of flowers, which the emcee presented to 'Tiffany.' The emcee then received a ribbon/corsage combination, which he pinned on 'Tiffany's dress. Smiling, the freshman stepped back one step. "Our second place winner is... Judy." Another of the freshman stepped forward, rather striking in the chosen outfit, and received his/her bouquet of flowers. Again, the emcee pinned a ribbon/corsage on 'Judy's dress. With a smile and blowing kisses, much to the delight of the crowd, 'Judy' stepped back to his/her place beside the third place winner. Bill was sweating a bit. He had had a few too many drinks, he decided. These pauses were getting ridiculous, especially as Bill was getting a bit woozy. There should be no contest for first place, Bill knew, but he also knew that if they didn't announce the winner soon, he might not make it. He just hoped that he wouldn't throw up while accepting. To Bill's relief, the emcee spoke up again. "And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. The winner of our annual Dame Party Beauty Contest." He turned for effect, then read the card. "Billi!" The crowd erupted. Clearly, Bill was the crowd favorite. Bill clasped his hands over his mouth, jumping just a bit for joy. The crowd roared as his breasts jiggled seductively in his blouse. Eagerly stepped forward, to receive his prize, blushing. He smiled, and waved his hand to the cheering crowd. The emcee stepped forward with a bouquet, larger than the other two combined, and handed it to Bill. Then he stepped forward with the corsage and ribbon. Bill turned slightly, so the emcee could pin the corsage to his blouse. As he pinned on the corsage, the emcee was momentarily distracted by the false cleavage in Bill's blouse. The pin slipped. "Ow!" Bill winced as the pin stuck flesh, causing a brief pain. The emcee muttered a soft apology, then, more carefully, pinned the corsage to the blouse. Bill stepped forward, waving his hand and blowing kisses to the crowd, then felt dizzy and stumbled. Tony jumped forward, an awkward maneuver in the skirt and high heels. As Bill wavered, Tony caught him by the arms and steadied him. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice back to its normal pitch. Bill shook his head. "I don't feel very good," he answered. "I'll take you home," Tony decided. Tony turned his head to the president. "I think I'd better get Billi home before he gets sick." The emcee, worried about how this was breaking with tradition, glanced at Tony, then at Bill, then back to Tony. He saw just how sick Bill was getting. Biting his lip, he nodded his agreement. "Guys, we've got a little problem here," the emcee announced. "Billi is not feeling well, and I've decided the best thing is to get him home before he gets sick." Murmurs coursed through the crowd. This was a serious breach of tradition. But no-one objected. No one wanted to clean puke from the carpet. Again. With some help, they got Bill out to Tony's car. As they drove home, Tony glanced from time-to-time at Bill. He seemed to be looking a bit better. Tony tried to get Bill to talk, but Bill wasn't answering. He was just holding his stomach and moaning softly. Finally, they turned into the driveway, stopped the car, and Tony helped Bill out of the car and into the house. Bill started to collapse onto the couch, but Tony shook his head. "Let's get you to your room." Weakly, Bill nodded agreement. "It'll be easier if you ditch the shoes," Tony suggested. Bill looked down, then kicked off the high heels. Tony was right - it was easier. Bill sat heavily on his bed. Tony looked worried. "You doing okay?" he asked. Bill nodded. "Will you be all right if I change out of these duds?" Bill looked up at Tony and smiled. "You're an ugly broad, anyway." Tony frowned. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "I'm going to call Tina," he said over his shoulder as he strode out of the room, already removing his costume. In a few moments, Bill heard Tony on the phone. Then Tony shouted from down the hall, "Tina will be right over. I'm changing now." The dizziness and nausea Bill felt were passing, but he was sure it wasn't from drinking too much. He'd been smashed a few too many times before, and knew precisely what it felt like. This wasn't it. After what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang. Before Tony could answer the door, Tina let herself in, and hurried to Bill's room. She got there at the same time as Tony. "You don't look so good," she commented unnecessarily. "Let's get you out of those clothes." Bill nodded. Tony helped remove the necklace, rings, and bracelets, while Tina took off the corsage and pulled off the vest. Tina stopped, a puzzled look on her face. "Look at this," she said, staring down to where the corsage had been pinned. A bright red spot had formed on the blouse. "Looks like he got stabbed when it was pinned on," Tony observed. Tina frowned. "Shouldn't have. Not here." Tony looked again. The red spot was way out, near the nipple of the false breast. He looked up at Tina, a puzzled look on his face. Tina lifted the blouse, and with Bill helping, pulled it over his head. Tony looked at the blouse, then at the wig. "Tina," he said, his voice betraying puzzlement, "did you use that goop to hold the wig on?" As he spoke, Bill slipped his arms through the bra straps, and pulled the band down, then expertly reached behind his back and unhooked the bra. As Bill did so, Tina saw Bill's breasts flop very realistically when he undid the bra. Tina looked up. "No." "Then why didn't his wig come off?" he asked. Tony grabbed the hair and pulled. "Ow!" Bill screamed, clutching at his head and spinning to Tony. "What was that for?" Tina noticed, once again, that Bill's breasts swung and flopped and jiggled when he moved. A little too realistically, she thought. Tony looked at Tina and frowned again. "Hey, roomie, you can drop the falsetto voice," he said reassuringly. It was as much for him as for Bill. Bill was rubbing his head where the hair had been pulled. "I did," he complained. Tony began searching the hairline, looking for the wig. "Tina, look at this," Tina looked. "What?" she asked. "I can't find where the wig starts and his skin ends," Tony observed, worried. As an experiment, he grasped a hair from the wig and pulled. "Cut it out!" Bill complained. His hand batted Tina's hands. "Quit it!" Tina had been looking at a red spot on the false breasts. "Something weird is going on here," she observed unnecessarily. "Tony, go get me a washrag." As Tony complied, Tina looked back at the falsies. Funny, she thought to herself, the nipples on that thing were erect when they put it on. Weren't they? They weren't right now. Tony dropped a damp washcloth into her hand. Tina began to scrub where she knew the falsies were attached, to remove the makeup which covered the line and matched the skin color. But nothing came off. The only reward she got for her scrubbing was that the skin was reddening. Out on the breasts? Then she noticed the nipples again. They were once again erect. From the cold rag? This couldn't be, Tina told herself. It was impossible, yet everything which had happened so far supported it. Then suddenly, Tina understood. She stood quickly. "Tony, get out. Go wait in the living room." Tony looked at her, stunned. "Now!" Tina commanded. Before he could protest, Tina pushed him out the door and shut it, then turned back to Bill. "How are you feeling?" she asked simply. Bill was confused, but the dizziness and nausea were mostly gone. "I feel pretty good now," he said. "What's going on?" Tina stepped beside the bed and squatted down. "This may seem too weird," she began slowly, "but something has happened to you." That was all she knew how to say. "What?" The confusion was clear in his voice. Tina took a deep breath. "Your voice." She continued quickly to cut off questions. "You said you were talking normally?" Bill nodded. "Your voice has a very," Tina paused, searching for the right words to say, "feminine tone." Before Bill could protest, Tina continued. "The pin stuck you when the corsage was pinned on?" Bill nodded again. "The pin hit out on the breast. You shouldn't have felt it." Bill looked down, and saw where the red spot had formed on the blouse. Near where the nipple was. Bill's head was swimming. "This doesn't make any sense," he protested. Then he drew back, realizing, for the first time, that his voice was different. "My voice. It is different!" He recoiled from the sound. "What's going on?" "Tony and I couldn't find the wig. When he pulled on a wig hair, you felt it." She stared hard at Tony. "Bill, there is no wig. It's your hair!" Bill protested, his eyes starting to tear. "That's impossible." He was still surprised by the sound of his voice. It sounded so ... soft, so feminine, so ... sexy. "That's not all," Tina continued. "I can't get the breast appliance off. I can't find where it attaches." Suddenly, she pinched one of the nipples. As she feared, Bill flinched and cried out. "Somehow, these are real." "That's impossible." Bill was almost crying now. "But if the breasts are real, and the hair is real..." He was clearly afraid to continue. Tina nodded. "That's why I sent Tony out to the living room." She stood, and pulled Bill to his feet. Nervously, Bill reached down and grasped the panties, afraid, then slid them down. Tina gasped, and Bill knew the truth. He reached slowly, deliberately, with his right hand to his crotch, knowing what he would find. There was no penis. It was simply gone. He glanced down, between his breasts - damn they were big - and couldn't see much. He turned toward the mirror to get a better view. The mirror only confirmed his worst fears. There was no penis. No scrotum. Only a mound of hair concealing something. Bill, drawn by curiosity, slid his fingers into the hair, knowing even before he found it that what he now had was a pussy. He looked down again, between his breasts, bending so he could see over the bouncing mounds, as his fingers separated the lips. As he stared in wonder, his index finger found the vagina, and probed the edges of the new opening. He looked back up at Tina, his eyes full of fear. Tina stared back at him. It was impossible to tell who was more surprised at that moment. Finally, Bill spoke. "What do we do?" Tina shook her head. "I don't know," she answered helplessly. She stared back at Bill's breasts, then at his crotch. Finally, she looked back at his face. "Let's see what else we can get off." She lifted Bill's hand, and examined the fingernails. Fake fingernails always had a ridge underneath them, where they were overlapped the real ones. Bill's didn't. She grimaced, and Bill knew that they, too, were real. Then she looked at his ears. The ear lobes were a bit higher than she had remembered, and she reached up to take off one of the earrings. As she tugged, Bill winced. "Ow!" he cried, his eyes tearing. Tina ignored the cry and looked more closely at the earring. She knew that they had been clip-ons when she helped Bill get dressed. These were pierced. She unfastened them and dropped them on the dresser. "You have pierced ears, too," she said, her voice by now drained of emotion. Tina sat down on the bed, dazed. Bill plopped down beside her, his/her ample breasts jiggling at the move. "What now?" Bill asked. Tina shook her head. "For starters, I guess we call you Billi again," she tried to joke. It fell flat. Tina looked again at Billi. His - her waist was narrower than Tina remembered - nothing unusual considering. Then Tina looked at Billi's breasts again. She cautiously touched around the nipple. Immediately, it got erect, and Billi stiffened slightly as he/she drew in a quick, sharp breath. Sensitive. Real. Tina touched around it some more, caressing and lifting the breast to feel it. "I'm just making sure I'm not halucinating," Tina made a feeble excuse. She continued examining. Billi felt something warm deep within him. Her. Was he/she already starting to think of him/herself as a woman?. Tina's touch on his/her breast was very nice. Billi turned to Tina, and saw that Tina's eyes were almost closed, her head tilted slightly. Billy leaned over and kissed Tina's neck. Tina's eyes snapped open, and she turned to Billi, mouth open in surprise. Billi leaned forward again, knowing as he/she did that Tina would receive his/her kiss, and respond. Even as Billi started kissing Tina, his/her hand lifted and slid under Tina's shirt toward her breasts. Tina stiffled a small cry as Billi began caressing her breast with one hand. With the other hand, Billi reached up the back of Tina's shirt and fumbled with the clasp of Tina's bra. Tina leaned back for a moment, surprise on her face, then quickly pulled her shirt and bra off, exposing her own ample breasts and fully-aroused nipples. Though smaller than Billi's, they looked firm and inviting. Tina gave her clothes a toss and leaned back to Billi, kissing her more intently and passionately. Billi was startled when Tina's mouth opened and forced her tongue into Billi's mouth, while Tina's hand resumed its expert caresses of Billi's breasts. Deep within him/her, Billi felt warm and tingly. He/she didn't know what it was, but he/she was very excited, and lifted his/her hands back to caress Tina's breasts. For what seemed an eternity, the two sat kissing, caressing, until Billi was startled by Tina's hand on his/her thigh. The warm grasp of Tina's hand, the slow steady slide as it moved upward. Billi wanted more. He/she moaned soft acceptance. Tina's hand continued its progress, until her fingers reached the outer lips of Billi's pussy. They paused momentarily, heightening Billi's anticipation. Billi pressed his/her pussy forward, firmer against Tina's hand. Tina knew this was a signal, and her finger slid between Billi's outer pussy lips and to the hot, moist inner lips. Slowly, deliberately, Tina's finger slid against the lips, then separated them and, now covered with Billi's pussy juices, pressed against Billi's clit. A moan of pleasure erupted from Billi as the probing aroused him/her more and more. Tina broke off the kissing, and lowered her face into Billi's breasts. Tina began kissing them and licking the nipples, until Billi fell backward onto the bed, with Tina following him/her down. Tina continued the kissing and caressing of Billi's breasts, while her finger expertly rubbed Billi's clit, until finally, Billi arched his/her back, moaning with pleasure as wave after wave of pulsing delight erupted deep within him/her. He/she felt the muscles of his/her vagina rippling in time with the waves of pleasure. Try as he/she might, Billi couldn't stifle the small scream of delight as the orgasm went on and on. Still Tina kept caressing, kissing, and rubbing, until Billi felt he/she was going to pass out, and whimpered for Tina to stop. As Tina slowed the caressing, Billi clawed frantically at Tina's skirt, lifting it up and pulling down Tina's panties, until Billi pressed her hand firmly against Tina's crotch. Clumsily, Billi groped around Tina's pussy, until Tina placed her hand against Billi's and guided him/her. Billi's free hand cupped Tina's breast, and guided it to Billi's mouth, where he/she began to lick and kiss Tina's firm breast and erect nipple. Billi felt the hot, moistness of Tina's aroused vagina, and he/she slid his/her finger to Tina's clit, still guided by Tina's firm hand. As Billi began to rub Tina's moist clit, Tina's hand dropped, and her back arched with pleasure, pressing her breast more firmly into Billi's mouth. As Tina started coming, she heard the doorknob turn. With a panic-stricken look, she tried to sit up, but Billi, his/her face pressed against Tina's breasts, was blocking her. It was only when the door opened that Billi heard anything, and he/she spun his/her head around as Tina sat up. Tony stood in the doorway, his mouth open in shock. "What the hell?" he demanded, his face a mixture of shock and anger. Tina sat up and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. "Bill," she started to say, then glanced at Billi, who had pulled a pillow to cover his/her breasts and crotch. "Well," she began, her face wrinkled with confusion about how to answer, "how do I explain this." Tony looked at Tina, then at Billi, still trying to cover herself, then back at Tina. "When I heard some noise, I thought you were, you know, boinking him." Tina was embarrassed, and Billi was blushing beet-red. "Bill is Billi," Tina finally explained. Tony's face was blank. "Billi. Female. Woman. Somehow, he changed into she." She wrinkled her nose at the explanation. It made no sense. "That's impossible," Tony finally stated flatly, staring at Billi. Tina looked at Tony, then yanked the pillow from Billi. "Look for yourself, dammit!" She didn't know what else to do. "Look! These tits are real! No dick! No balls! Bill is Billi!" Tina didn't realize what she had done, but Billi started crying, humiliated at being seen by Tony, naked and vulnerable. His/her reactions, Tina realized, were slowly changing, becoming more female. Desperately, he/she tried to cover him/herself with the pillow Tina sheepishly handed back to him/her. Tony looked back at Tina, half-naked, and at Billi, partially covered. It suddenly dawned on him what Tina and Billi had been doing - Tina had been introducing Billi to his/her new female body - lesbian style! As he thought of what he had interrupted, Tony started getting aroused. Tina glanced at Tony, and saw that his shorts were sticking way out in front. She glanced to the side, and saw, from the look in Billi's eyes, that he/she saw it too, and was afraid. "Tony, I think you'd better leave," she warned him. Tony glanced at Tina, and saw the steel in her eyes. He gulped, knowing that he might not have this chance again, then nodded. He turned to leave. Billi, for some unknown reason, pushed him/herself up until he/she was sitting on the edge of the bed, just like Tina. Shyly, he/she pulled the pillow over his/her crotch, leaving his/her breasts exposed, just like Tina's. Perhaps it was an insatiable curiosity, perhaps it was female desire taking hold. Whatever the reason, Billi spoke timidly. "No, You don't have to go." Tina looked at Billi, surprised. "Are you sure?" she asked quickly. "No," Billi tried to smile. "But something in me has to know." Tina's eyebrows raised. "That is, if you don't mind," Billi concluded meekly, looking down and away from Tina's eyes. "It's just that, well," the words were coming hard to Billi, but he/she felt they had to be said, "I'm a virgin. I've never had any success with dating or sex or anything like that." He/she looked up at Tina, tears in his/her eyes. "I have to do this," he/she was nearly begging. "I don't know how long this will last, so I have to do this while I can." Billi was sobbing now, tears streaming down his/her cheeks. Tina reached up and lowered Billi's head to her shoulder. "It's okay, Billi," she said soothingly. "It's okay. If this is what you really want, then we'll do it for you." Tina glanced up at Tony. "Won't we," she said. Tony gulped. "But he's Bill!" he protested. Tina shook her head. "No! She's Billi!" she responded. "We will do this for Billi, won't we?" In answer, Tony shut the door behind himself, and latched it. He slid onto the bed next to Tina and placed his hand on her knee, smiling uncertainly. Tina smiled at Tony, then pried the hand from her knee, sat up, and moved to the other side of Billi. To Tony's increasing surprise, Tina reached across Billi, lifted Tony's hand, and cupped it on Billi's breast. Tony's initial shock faded as he felt the warm, firm breast in his hand. He began to caress it, surprising Billi with the gentleness of his touch. Then Tina reached for Billi's other breast. Billi closed his/her eyes, feeling the sensations as both of his/her breasts were sensuously massaged. Again, he/she felt the rising warmth within him/her as the excitement built. Billi felt hot breath on his/her neck, then felt Tina's warm lips kissing. As Billi lifted his/her head to expose more of his/her neck, he/she felt Tina's lips nibbling on his/her earlobe. Billi moved his/her left hand toward Tina's leg, then slipped it easily up Tina's skirt. No longer a total amateur, Billi began to rub Tina's crotch, then let his index finger slide between the hot, wet lips and rub over Tina's clitoris. Tina's body rippled with pleasure. As Billi began to massage Tina's clit, he/she felt Tony's hand on his/her free hand, and felt it being moved. He/she drew a sharp breath as he/she realized where Tony was placing it. Beneath his/her hand, Billi felt the bulge of Tony's shorts, then felt his/her hand guided past the waistband. Inside, he/she felt the swollen shaft of Tony's penis, and Billi gasped. It was so big, he/she thought. And so warm and firm. He/she knew that he/she should be repulsed by this - after all, it was homosexual. Sort of. Wasn't it? Was he/she Bill? Or Billi? He/she didn't know anymore. But Billi did know that he/she was very horny, and that he/she had a pussy, and that, for some reason, he/she really wanted Tony's firm, hard dick in that pussy. Billi's hand closed around the stiff shaft, and Billi began to stroke it, slowly and methodically. Tony's breathing became heavy, and his eyes closed. Overcome with desire, he forgot all about Bill, and with his free hand, reached for Billi's crotch. Deftly, his experienced hand parted the outer, then the inner lips, until his index finger rubbed Billi's clit. Then, Billi gasped as Tony's finger slipped inside Billi's hot, wet vagina. Billi could take no more. He/she was overcome with desire and curiosity, and he/she reached up and pushed Tony back onto the bed, then, tearing free of Tina, turned and crawled atop Tony, pressing his/her hot, wet pussy against Tony's large, pulsing dick. Tony's looked at the bobbing breasts before him, and felt the warmth of Billi's vagina. He flexed his hips, and pressed his dick into the heart of Billi's crotch, pressing again and again until he felt it start to slide into Billi's vagina. Billi gasped. It was so big. How would it ever fit. He/she felt the enlarged shaft pressing deeper and deeper, until, suddenly, it was within his/her moist vagina. The entry triggered the orgasm which had been building, and Billi arched his/her back and moaned with pleasure. Beneath him, he felt Tony pumping his dick, slowly at first, and deeply, and felt his/her vaginal muscles rippling orgasmically around the enormous shaft. He/she felt Tony's hands reaching for, then caressing his/her breasts, and then felt Tina grasp his/her hand and place a breast in it. Billi felt the pounding of Tony's penis, and the warm firmness of Tina's breast, and his/her orgasm continued, until finally, he/she felt Tony's dick begin to pulse furiously as Tony, overcome by his own orgasm, franticlly pumped his hot juice into Billi's pussy. As the pounding subsided, Billi dropped forward, his/her hands on either side of Tony's heaving chest, and his/her breasts dangling seductively over Tony. Eagerly, Billi's lips sought Tony's, and Billi thrust his/her tongue between Tony's lips, as Billi kissed him uncontrollably. Tony, still pumping the last drops of his come into Billi's vagina, returned the kiss, his own tongue dancing around Billi's, darting in and out of Billi's open mouth. Finally, Billi pulled free of the kiss, and collapsed onto Tony's chest, his/her head nestled by Tony's neck. "Oh, god!" Billi exclaimed softly. "Oh, god. Oh, god!" he/she muttered over and over as he/she caught his/her breath. Billi felt Tina's hands on her shoulder; Tina pulled Billi off Tony and rolled him/her onto his/her back. Billi's eyes opened wide with surprise as he/she felt Tina's hot mouth close on his/her nipple, Tina's tongue dancing sensuously around the big brown erect nipple. Even as she began kissing Billi's luscious tit, Tina's hand slipped back between Billi's legs, and expertly slid between Billi's pussy lips and masaged his/her clit. Again, the pleasure began building within Billi. Tina's lips slipped from the nipple, and Tina began kissing her way down Billi's stomach, until Tina's face was nearly buried in the pubic hair of Billi's crotch. Billi, surprised, lifted his/her head, trying to peer between his/her breasts as he/she felt Tina's tongue tickling Billi's clit. Involuntarily, Billi dropped his/her head back on the bed, arching his/her back as the stimulation started more pleasure deep within him/her. Tony, lying on his side, saw Tina begin to eat Billi, and his penis, starting to lose its rigidity, again firmed with arousal. He sat up, stepped softly behind Tina, then grasped Tina's hips and pulled her up and pressed his erect shaft between Tina's legs against her hot, moist vagina. Tina, still bent over with her face in Billi's crotch, tried to wiggle away from Tony's probing shaft, but the more she wiggled, the more aroused Tony got. When his dick began penetrating the vagina, Tina's butt wiggled more, but the more she moved, the easier Tony's penis slid into her hot vagina, until Tony was pumping in and out. Now that he was inside, Tony freed a hand from Tina's hips and reached around her waist to massage Tina's dangling breast. With the other hand, he slipped a finger between the lips and found Tina's clitoris. Now, Tina's wiggling was from excitement as Tony stroked inside her while he simultaneously massaged her breast and clit. Tina found it hard to concentrate on eating Billi, but somehow she managed to keep arousing Billi while Tony brought her closer and closer to her own orgasm. Finally, the touching and stroking were too much, and Tina screamed with pleasure as the orgasm overtook her. Billi was the first to awaken - sunlight streaming through the windows had the room well lit. He/she blinked his/her eyes a few times, adjusting to the light, then he/she frowned. What a wild dream, he/she thought. He/she felt the pressure of his/her full bladder, and decided he/she had better get to the bathroom quickly. Billi tightened the muscles in his/her groin to help hold in the pee. And sat upright. That didn't feel right, he/she knew. As Billi sat upright, he/she felt a strange pulling on his/her chest, and he/she looked down. Straight at his large, voluptuous breasts. His? It wasn't a dream! His/her hands reached up to cradle the breasts, as if to confirm their reality. Then he/she got another confirmation - his/her hands had long, red-painted fingernails. Billi heard a soft moan, and turned his head, the action causing his/her hair to swing, brushing his/her shoulder. Billi reached up, running his/her fingers through his/her hair. It seemed too real. Another soft moan distracted him, and he looked down. Beside him in bed, he saw Tina, Tony's girlfriend. She was lying, like Billi, naked, stretching and yawning as she awoke. Looking up, Tina saw Billi staring down. Tina smiled. "Good morning, Billi." Billi tried to smile back. "It wasn't a dream, was it," he/she said with certainty. Tina smiled, and caressed Billi's breast. "Does this feel like a dream?" Billi shook his/her head. In fact, it felt rather nice. Then he/she remembered the full bladder. "Um," he/she started to ask, awkwardly, "how do I, um, you know, pee?" Tina laughed. "I've never thought of that before. You just relax and pee." Billi grabbed Bill's bathrobe, wrapped him/herself, and slipped out of the room. After a few moments, Tina heard the toilet flush, then the water in the sink run. Shortly, Billi slipped back into the room. Billi sat on the bed next to Tina. "I, um, well, um..." Tina held Billi's hand. "What?" she asked softly. "Well," Billi started, "I, um,..." He/she paused awkwardly. "Thank you. For last night," he/she finally blurted out. Tina smiled, then gave Billi a quick kiss and a hug. "You're welcome." Tina realized that Billi was crying. "For a new woman, you learn pretty quickly." Billi pulled back, surprised. Tears were streaming down his/her cheeks. "Now what do we do?" he/she asked finally. Tina shook her head. "I don't know," she answered. "I guess the first think we ought to do is get decent, then maybe we should go find that Madam Zelda." Tina slipped out to the bathroom, then returned and quickly dressed herself. When she checked to see if Billi needed any help, she was surprised to find that Billi was nearly dressed him/herself. Tina pulled a brush from her purse, straightened her hair, then helped Billi. "We'll pass," she pronounced. "Not perfect, but presentable." The two slipped As they headed toward the door, Tina grabbed the yellow pages. "I'd better drive," Tina offered. Billi nodded his/her agreement. As they drove, Billi looked through the yellow pages. Finally, he/she turned to Tina. "There's no listing for Madam Zelda's anywhere in this book," he/she complained. Tina frowned. "You must have missed it." Billi shook his/her head. "I know I saw it before. 2613 Raven Lane." Then he/she pointed. "Over there. That's it." Tina turned the car off the road into a parking lot. The nearest building, run- down and abandoned, had a sign reading 2611. But there was no building here. "Are you sure, Billi?" Tina asked. Billi was frantic. "This is the place!" he/she cried. "I remember we turned at that sign!" Billi hopped out of the car, and ran across the lot. "It was right here!" he/she cried over and over. Eventually, Tina got Billi back into the car, and they drove back to the house. Billi was in tears. "This is impossible!" he/she protested, crying. "Without Madam Zelda, how do I change back? Will this ever wear off? How am I supposed to be a woman?" They pulled into the driveway. "Billi, I don't have any answers," Tina replied. She didn't know what else to say. "But it isn't hard being a woman - half the human race does it." The joke failed. "I can't go back in there," Billi complained. "How can I face those guys? Tony? After last night?" Tina nodded her understanding. "I'll run in and get a couple of things for you. We'll go over to my apartment to figure this out." Quickly, Tina dashed into the house, then promptly returned. Tina fixed coffee for herself and Billi, then sat with Billi at the table. Billi was staring at his/her driver's license. "What's up," Tina asked curiously. In response, Billi flipped the driver's license to Tina. Tina picked it up, and gasped. "This says you are Billi!" she finally managed to stammer. Billi nodded. "The picture, description, everything!" Tina set down the license. Then, with a sudden determination, she reached across the table and picked up the phone. After punching in a number, she put the receiver to her ear. "Fred? Hi, it's Tina. No, just another boring night. Can you cover for me this afternoon? Thanks. One more thing. Can you punch up the record for a B. Thompson in the mainframe? Oh, come on Fred. You owe me - bigtime. Sure, I'll wait." Tina smiled over the phone at Billi. "Yeah, I'm here. Wait a second." Tina grabbed a pen and some paper. "Okay, go ahead. Uh huh. Yeah. Got it. Thanks Fred." Tina hung up the phone. Billi couldn't read the expression on her face. "What was that about?" Tina took a deep breath. "I had a friend pull up your record on the academic computer. You are listed as Billi Ann Thompson." Billi took a sip of coffee. "I guess that's it. I guess I'm a woman. Looks like this is permanent." His/her head dropped forward with an air of defeat. Tina reached out, lifted Billi's chin, and looked deeply into his/her eyes. "Look, things could be a lot worse. You are a very attractive woman. You are smart, caring, and fun to be with." Tina smiled. "Last night, you had lots of fun at the party. As Billi!" Billi lifted his/her eyes. That part was true. Tina smiled. "And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy after the party." Billi smiled, remembering the passions that had been aroused within him/her. Tina took a sip of coffee. "Here's what we're going to do. You can move in with me. We'll go out and get you some clothes and things, and we'll get you all settled in." Billi started to protest, but Tina cut him/her off as she stood and walked around behind Billi. Tina rested her hands lightly on Billi's shoulders. "You have lots to learn about being a woman," Tina said softly. "Hair, makeup, how to act around guys, dressing. Lots of things. I can help you." Then Tina reached her hands down and cupped Billi's breasts. "And some of the lessons are going to be lots of fun," Tina whispered into Billi's ear as she nibble his/her ear lobe seductively. fin