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This tale was my part of the Halloween Round Robin that was held on TSA
last week. The one I posted there was shorter than this one, with a lot fewer
details about the dressing up and changes after meeting the old lady. I think
this version will be much more pleasing to read.
HALLOWEEN Round Robin
Witches Brew
Part two by Steve Zink
This year's Halloween was going to be something different. Or so claimed
Kathleen, my significant other for the past three years.
I first met Kathy when she reported to work as a newly transferred customer
service representative. Like myself, she had been raised in the Middle
Atlantic states, and ended up transferring to Florida because of its
affordability compared to where she'd grown up.
I guess you could say that Kathy was grown up, since she was all of 30
years old. But there was a lot of kid still inside Ms. Kathleen A. Larson.
Maybe that's why we fell for each other right away. Opposites attract? I have
a few more years under my belt than Kathy, and have spent most of them in
indoors activities such as reading, gaming, TV and movie watching, and
recently, learning about and exploiting personal computers. Kathy has
shown an adept interest in whatever I'm up to at the moment, and almost
always gets me out of the house and into some activity she has had planned.
Those plans happened to include Halloween this year. Until I met Kathy, I
was happy enough passing out treats to the youngsters in costume knocking
on my door every Halloween, only going so far as to rig sound systems with
eerie feedback and wailing to scare the dickens out of some of the tikes.
Kathy's wild streak came to a boil around Halloween, and for the past two
years, she managed to get herself so well costumed that I'd had great
difficulty in identifying her when she dropped by to visit, since she couldn't
persuade me to join her in partying.
I was unaware of the preparation Kathy had gone to in order to have her
Halloween fun every year. It was after last year's event that I found out
Kathy's secret. She was an artisan in fabrics. Kathy could have been a
fashion designer or at least a Hollywood costume maker, with her talent for
picturing a design in her head, obtaining the proper raw materials, then
putting her hands to work in her sewing workshop at her house.
Kathy became aware of my huge comic book collection and my fascination
with stories about comic characters shortly after we met. The inspiration for
her costume last year came from a comic book I'd shown her. I thought she
had obtained the costume from a shop, but when I complemented Kathy on
how good her Supergirl costume looked, she offered to show me where it
had been made.
I'd visited Kathy's house on a number of occasions, but had never had the
urge to go digging into her hobby room. I suspected that she had the same
trepidation's about visiting my comic library. When I saw the setup Kathy
had for working with cloth and other materials, I was astonished. Then
Kathy hit me with a bombshell. She led me to a large walk-in closet in her
spare bedroom.
This closet contained all the costumes Kathy had assembled over the years
and the accessories to go with them, such as wigs and shoes or boots. It was
at that moment that this year's Halloween was born.
Kathy knew about my love for comic book heroines, and since I had
confided in her that I was a transvestite, and my fantasy about dressing up
like one someday, she said that I would be pleasantly surprised when the
next Halloween came near. Kathy decided to make a Catwoman costume
similar to the purple one in the current comic book for me to wear, while she
would make for herself a Poison Ivy costume. We'd be going out on
Halloween as a pair of Batman villainesses, but I wasn't to know about this
until the week before Halloween.
Kathy must have had some odd hours to herself for the past year, because I
never saw her working her costume magic. We ate and played together when
we weren't working together, and we spent quite a few evenings together in
one or the other of our bedrooms. When she had time to put together
costumes I will never know, but a week ago, Kathy asked me to come over
to her house for a fitting, and to bring along all my basic female foundation
garments.
When I got to Kathy's house, she led me to her costume room. There I saw
a sight that made my jaw drop. Hanging on a hook next to her sewing
machine was a purple costume that could belong to only one character -
Catwoman! Kathy told me that she had selected Catwoman for my costume
for two reasons. For one thing, Kathy knew about my story writing and
preference for Catwoman stories, and figured I must like her a lot. This was
a no-brainer. On the other hand, Catwoman had a costume which covered
almost every inch of her body, showing only the eyes and lower face. This
made it a shoe in for a male to wear, if he wanted to hide the fact that the
costume wearer wasn't everything he pretended to be.
Kathy let me use her bedroom to change in while she stayed in the costume
room. I took off all my clothes, then waited for my excitement to die down
so I could fold my penis back between my legs. I pulled on my panties to
hold it there, then laced on my corset to pull my 32 inch waist down to 26
inches. I put on my body briefer to smooth over the corset, then inserted my
38D silicone breast forms into the cups. I struggled at bending, but managed
to put on two pairs of Lycra tights to smooth out my legs and cover the hair.
Satisfied with my basic shape, I went back to Kathy in the costume room.
She gave a whistle, since she'd never before seen me in drag, and said,
"You've got a better figure than I'd hoped for when I was making the
costume. You're going to love the way it fits you!" She then pulled the
purple catsuit on. It was made of a shiny Lycra Spandex material, and
stretched to cling tightly to all the curves and bumps that Kathy had marveled
at. Since this was only a fitting, she told me that we wouldn't have to worry
about makeup until Halloween. Kathy put a long black wig over my short
blonde hair, then pulled the cowl of the costume up over my head. The hair
streamed out the back of the cowl to fall down my back, just like it did for
Selina Kyle in the comics.
Next Kathy pulled the black opera length gloves onto my arms, taking care
to work my fingers into the clawed tips of the gloves' fingers. Next she
zipped the black thigh high boots onto my legs. As in the current comic,
these boots were flat heeled, and I envisioned no problem at all walking in
them. I was used to walking in 5" heels, and had thought that Kathy might
get boots with heels on them. Since we were going to be on our feet all
evening, I was glad she had gotten flats. Kathy stuck a coiled bullwhip into
my left boottop, then had me walk over to her mirror.
I couldn't believe what Kathy had crafted. Aside from the male features
showing at the face, the image I saw in the mirror was a perfect copy of the
comic book Catwoman. Satisfied that her year's work was a success, Kathy
helped me to disrobe, then told me that trick or treat on Halloween night was
going to be just Batty!
Well, it is now one week later, and Halloween evening is just starting. I went
back to Kathy's house after work, with my bag of undergarments in hand.
Before I got dressed in my foundation garments once again, Kathy handed
me a box. When I got into her bedroom, I opened it, and discovered a much
larger set of breast forms than the ones I'd brought with me. I decided to
leave my questions until I saw her again in the costume room. I saw the
Poison Ivy costume for the first time this evening after Kathy had once again
put me into my Catwoman costume. I mentioned to her, as she did my
makeup, that the breast forms were much larger than the ones I'd worn the
week before at the fitting. Kathy explained that the oversized tits of the
women in the comics would be a bit much in real life, and that the ones I'd
worn a week ago were okay, but nowhere near big enough to wear with a
comic book female's costume. She said I'd need something just a little bit
bigger. It turned out that she had purchased some 40DDD forms at a
mastectomy shop, where fewer questions would be asked, and a much
smaller fee charged than getting them from a fetish shop. These formed a
much more pleasing pair of bulges on my purple clad chest, even if they
didn't balloon out like Selina's did in the comics.
I was able to study the result of Kathy's makeup job in the mirror while she
changed into her own costume. I couldn't believe how feminine my eyes and
lips now looked. Even my partially covered nose seemed more petite. How
women worked these miracles in reworking faces with makeup was beyond
me. In all the years I'd been dressing, I never did my face, since I never
went out of the house. Now I knew just how good I could look!
Kathy stepped out dressed in green from head to toe. She had placed a long
red wig over her own shoulder length black tresses, and it fell to her waist.
If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn that Uma Thurman had put on her
costume from the movie and walked into Kathy's bedroom. I knew better,
because Uma didn't look this good! Kathy had done her own makeup to put
on a vicious look, and if anything, it made her look more mature than my
younger looking face. As we stood side by side at the mirror, I almost
looked like Poison Ivy's younger sidekick. The makeup jobs and costumes
had effectively reversed our age differences!
We were going to go to a couple of Halloween parties later on, in particular
the one at work, but figured that going out from door to door trick or treating
would be fun, if for no other reason than to see the reactions from all the kids
at seeing their Batman villains in real life. Kathy had me practicing using a
higher pitched voice while we walked from door to door, and after a while, I
was able to say a few things so that Poison Ivy didn't have to do all the
talking.
Kathy and I approached a house that we both knew to have been vacant until
recently, but now seemed to be thriving with life. There were a large number
of both adults and kids going into and out of the house, not just getting
goodies at the door. We passed a young mother and her daughter who were
departing the house with grins on their faces, and figured there must be a nice
person living there now.
We saw that the occupant of the house was an older woman, who stood at
her doorway to greet each individual or group of trick or treaters. She
seemed to have an air of authority about her, from the way she carried herself
in her movements, and the kindly but stern look on her face. She grinned
broadly at seeing Kathy and I, and invited us into her house.
The older woman complemented us on the Hollywood quality of our
costumes, which Kathy admitted to making herself. This made the lady even
more complementary, and when she asked me if I was old enough to be
Catwoman, my falsetto voice gave me away. "You have nothing to worry
about, young man," she said. "Without hearing you, I would have sworn
you were the younger sister or even daughter of your companion. When I
saw you coming up my walk, I was trying to decide which of my special
candies would be best for such a stunning looking young lady as you. Now
I know exactly which one would be best."
The old lady told Kathy to take whatever she'd like from the candy
assortment on the table, then turned and reached into a jar sitting on a
countertop off to the side. She came and stood directly in front of me, and
said, "Spread your claws, Catwoman. I have a surprise for you that will
make your heart's desire come true. Take this piece of candy, but don't eat it
until you have both gone back outside. Enjoy it; I call it a truth drop." Kathy
had grabbed a few chocolates and mints, then saw the interchange between
myself and the old lady concluding. She came back to me, then we thanked
to older woman and turned to go out the door.
As we retraced our steps back out to the street, we saw a few more of the
characters out gathering treats, in particular some costumes that had to be
hotter than our own Spandex. The furry creatures looked almost cuddly, but
we decided to let them have their own fun, and went on our way.
Kathy asked me what was so special about the candy the old woman had
given me instead of the regular candies she had gotten from the table. I
unfurled my left hand once again, showing her the piece of candy, which
looked like a lemon drop in the shape of a woman. "She told me to wait until
we were outside her house before eating this," I said, "so I guess now is as
good a time as ever." Not knowing the consequences of eating the candy, I
unwittingly got Kathy involved in the old lady's intentions for me. The drop
looked sort of large, so I broke it in two, and offered the other half to Kathy,
who held on to it in her hand. I popped my half of the drop into my mouth,
and the tartness caused me to salivate profusely. It melted rapidly, and as we
started to walk along once again, I noticed odd feelings inside my body, but
felt an inner peace that made me ignore them.
Kathy was the first to notice the changes I was going through. Walking
along, I failed to notice the raising of my sight line, and wasn't paying
attention to sounds. Kathy looked down when she started to hear a clicking
sound with each step I took, and grabbed my arm to stop me. As she popped
her half of the drop into her mouth, she pointed to my feet, and exclaimed,
"Look! The flat heels on your boots have just turned into metal tipped
stilettos, and they look like they are at least 6" in height!" She then shook
her head, as if trying to clear up something intruding on her mind.
I looked down to see what Kathy was talking about, but found that I couldn't
see past the now monstrous boobs on my chest. They easily matched the
oversized breasts of the drawn comic Catwoman, and seemed to be in the
54HHHH size range. Interestingly, I felt no more tugging on my chest than
the smaller inserts had caused earlier. My hands shot to my side, and felt no
corset or other undergarments under the catsuit as they almost wrapped
around my less than 20" waist. The front of my pelvis was flat and smooth,
and I could even see the outlines of the lips of my new labia. There was
nothing left to rub between my legs in my crotch!
I turned sideways, and lifted my left foot in a truly feminine way to look at
my new heels, then started to say, "What is happ..." but stopped when I
heard the contralto voice coming from my own lips. I put a puzzled look on
my face, then asked her, "Who am I?"
Poison Ivy put an evil grin on her face, then said while I was starting to cup
my huge breasts in my clawed hands, "It would appear that you have been
given the actual identity of your favorite villainess. You are now Selina
Kyle, and you really are the Catwoman. I guess when we go to the party and
contest later on, you won't have to worry about being discovered. Our pasts
are gone. We have a new life to start together, now!"
Indeed, we were an even bigger hit at the costume party later on, and the
other partygoers discovered to their chagrin that purses and wallets that had
been left in the storeroom had been rifled through.
Poison Ivy and Catwoman were on the start of a new crime wave...
But as was recorded in one of the later tales in the series, when the old lady
closed up shop as it were, and left the house in the morning, all the changees
were reverted to the forms they had been in before entering her house.
So as much as I would have loved to remain as a living Selina Kyle, the
Catwoman, with Pamela Isley, Poison Ivy as a partner in crime, at dawn I
found myself in a much sexier costume than I'd started out the night in,
teetering in heels that were way beyond any I'd worn in the past. Kathy and
I both looked into our candy bags and wondered where all the money and
jewels came from, and how they were there instead of candy. The old lady
had remembered my fondness for the costume, and had left that one change
unaltered. That and the fact that there still wasn't anything between my legs
and there was flesh on my chest, not silicone.... Kathy would be going
back to her regular job, but I think I'm going to have to start looking for
something new. Jennifer's new shape won't fit into any of Steve's
uniforms.
Dani
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