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Midnight Deadline
by Sarah Miller
"Good grief, Kevin!" Shouted Nancy. "Halloween is only two
days away and you _still_ don't have a costume? What am I
going to do with you?"
"I'm sorry, Honey. I just haven't had time. You know how
much I hate all that overtime, but Fullerton is insisting I
get this new project off to a fast start."
"Ha! I thought you'd come up with some excuse. So I got you
one anyway."
Oh, shit, thought Kevin. No telling what he'd have to dress
up as now. Last year it had been a cowboy. He had looked
ludicrous in chaps and a ten gallon hat. Texas was over a
thousand miles away. He'd probably even look ridiculous
there. Before that it had been a pirate. And before that a
gladiator. There was no end to the humiliation. He knew he
could avoid it if he took Nancy seriously and got his own
costume. But he never did. And he was always embarrassed
with what she came up with.
His costumes were always thorough. Nancy took Halloween very,
very seriously. Every October, she went nuts. There were
gravestones all over the front lawn. Real ones, Kevin
thought. At least they were heavy enough. Spider webs all
through the house. Skeletons dangling everywhere. The entire
house seemed bathed in orange and black. Ugh.
But here he was, screwed again. Friday evening, and the
costume stores downtown were all closed. They might be open
tomorrow, but they'd probably be out of everything decent.
He'd just have to go with his wife's concoction again. And
he'd be embarrassed once again. Sunday, while it was still
light, he'd have to take Gina out. She was only six. Nancy
would be busy dispensing candy. Dan, their 10 year old, would
be in hiding, hanging out with his friends. But the worst
part would be at 9, when the neighbor girl would show up to
babysit, and Kevin would have to traipse over to Lassenby's
house for their annual whoop-de-do. And he'd have a hangover
for sure Monday morning.
And so it was with trepidation that Kevin waited 44 hours to
find out his fate this year.
Nancy led him into the bedroom and locked the door. She made
him strip. He had to stand there, naked and sweating, with
his eyes closed. Well, actually he was allowed to sit. But
he was still sweating.
He felt his leg being lifted and something leathery being
pulled up his leg. Soon, the other leg followed. She pulled
him up, and pulled up this suit, or whatever it was. He felt
her hand tucking his penis into a rather snug sleeve, folding
it back under his crotch. He started to get an erection, but
the sleeve quickly tightened, and he lost all his building
excitement. At this point, he violeated his instructions, and
opened his eyes.
"What the Hell is this, Nancy?"
"This, Mr. Forgetful, is your costume. Now shut up, and keep
pulling it up."
Kevin capitulated, pulling the suit up around his torso. The
back was open, allowing him to insert his arms into the
sleeves. A mask-like extension was pulled over his head.
When everything was adjusted properly, Kevin appeared to be a
slightly heavy, buxom young woman. The suit felt light, but
clung tenaciously to his body. And it was very strong,
keeping his libidinous impulses in check.
"Very nice," cooed Nancy. "Now for the clothes. You're gonna
love this."
Many thoughts went through Kevin's overstressed imagination.
But when the clothes arrayed on the bed finally registered in
his consciousness, Kevin let out a gasp. Apparently, he was
to appear as a Star Trek female extra - short skirt, tights,
red tunic, and long boots. One of the ones who always died.
But it could have been much, much worse. Once he had these
garments on, he didn't look too bad. A bit heavy set, but
more feminine than not. Although the illusion was totally
shattered when he walked or talked, it was a good costume. He
just dreaded having to make a public appearance wearing it.
Nancy had graciously set aside some time to prepare a quick
dinner. Kevin ate half heartedly, while Gina devoured hers.
She was anxious to get going. Dreams of candy flitted through
her brain.
And so shortly after 6:30, they set out on their expedition.
Gina's aim was to collect as much sugar as possible. Kevin's
aim was to keep from being recognized. Alas, though, he
failed. There appeared to be thousands of small children
running around, and the smallest were being trailed by
parents. And most of those parents recognized Kevin. No one
said anything, but he caught more than a few quiet snickers as
he passed one young mother or another. They all knew where
Nancy was, and they all knew how she had to prod Kevin into a
costume every year. But this, they all thought, this was her
greatest triumph. Perhaps he would learn this time. He would
certainly never live it down.
A tired, but satisfied Gina finally ran up her driveway and
into the house. She'd consigned the carrying of the sack to
Kevin, who was much stronger and could handle the weight. The
haul had been impressive, and the sack felt heavy even to
Kevin. He had to hurry the last 100 feet, urged by an anxious
Gina to get the treasure inside, where she could sort it out
and start the process of making her dentist very unhappy.
Kevin sprawled into his chair in a most unladylike manner,
finding himself unusually tired. It was nice and dark, and
only the older children prowled the streets. The babysitter
finally arrived, and Nancy drug her husband out of his nest
and out into the night. The Lassenby house was only four
doors down the street, but Kevin found the journey exhausting.
He thought he must be coming down with something.
The party went as Kevin had feared. His lassitude left him
slightly anti-social, so most of the guests avoided him. He
could, however, hear the snide remarks, especially from some
of the church group women. Most of the men seemed slightly
amused at his predicament. He grew a bit angry. He got
drunk. He won the best costume award. He grew more sullen,
and more drunk. The last thing he remembered was his bed
rushing up to meet his face.
*****
"Run, Scotty , Run!" shouted Kevin. The red flashing lights
hurt his eyes, and the klaxon deafened him, as he and Scotty
ran headlong across the Engineering Deck. There was an
intense vibration, and the deck swayed. Soon, the entire deck
was awash with bright light.
"Wake up! Shut off that damned alarm clock, you idiot!"
Nancy was not at her most diplomatic at 6:00 in the morning.
Kevin gradually realized that it was not the deck that was
moving, it was him, as Nancy roughly shook him awake.
"Dammit Kevin!" she yelled. "You didn't even bother to get
out of the costume before you passed out. Come on, I've got
to get it back today, and you're gonna be late for work."
As Kevin slowly drug his feet from under the cover and pushed
them toward the floor, he became vaguely aware of something.
The deck may not have been moving, but something else was.
His breasts, to be exact. Something was definitely awry. He
hadn't really noticed them last night, as they were just an
odd part of the costume. But this morning they felt all too
real. He was very confused. His head hurt far too much to
deal with this.
As he stumbled to the bathroom, he felt the weight, and felt
them oddly bouncing as he walked. He sat down, and noticed an
odd feeling as he finished his business. Last night he could
feel his penis pressed up between his legs. This morning he
could feel ... nothing. Placing his hand over the area in
question revealed no trace of what should have been there.
Sliding a finger down a bit further, he discovered he could
penetrate himself.
Nancy came running when she heard the shrill scream.
"What the Hell is wrong with you, Kevin?" she demanded. "You
scream like a girl. What's wrong?"
"I ... I think I am one."
"One what?"
"A girl."
"Huh? Are you still drunk? Did somebody put some drugs in the
punch?"
"No." He took her hand and placed it on his left breast.
"Feel that? Its real."
"And down there.."
"I have a vagina."
"So you can't get out of your suit."
"Its not a suit anymore. What am I gonna do now? I can't go
to work like this."
"No. We'll think of something. Well, let's find something
for you to wear. You can't go around naked."
Kevin was still a little bigger than Nancy, so he ended up
just wearing a robe over one of his own t-shirts. They fixed
breakfast, and ate it in almost total silence.
"Look," Nancy finally told Kevin, "You just stay here, while I
go talk to the person who rented me these costumes. I'll stop
and get you some clothes, if I need to."
Kevin nodded sadly. "Call my boss before you leave. I think
my voice has changed. Tell 'em I won't be in today."
*****
"Good morning, Nancy," said Carina as Nancy strolled into the
little shop. "How did things work out?"
"Just great! Kevin is going to be a knockout."
"Have you told him yet?"
"No, I want to make this look good. By the way, here's my
suit back."
"Hang on to it, dear. You may want to use it again in a few
days to help Kevin enjoy his new parts."
Nancy giggled, and took the suit back. "He's not gonna be a
happy camper about getting sex as a woman."
"Well, I just hope he enjoys cooking and cleaning as much as
he used to enjoy making you do everything. He'll definitely
get a new outlook on life."
*****
"Lucy, I'm home!" shouted Nancy as she opened the front door.
"I always wanted to say that," she giggled to herself.
"Very funny," groused Kevin as he came in from the den. "What
did the costume shop have to say?"
"Well, you know this was an occult shop, not exactly a costume
shop. I wanted you to have a realistic costume."
"Occult? Witches make costumes?"
"It would appear so. And yours was to have come off by
midnight."
"You didn't say anything when we got home."
"Didn't know. Anyway, it was pretty late."
"No, it was 11:30. I paid attention 'cause I was very tired,
maybe even sick, and I had to get up for work this morning."
"Well, I didn't know."
"Geez, you'd think the damn store would have told ya."
"They didn't. I'm sorry."
"OK then, how do I get it off now? Did they tell ya that?"
"Yep. They did. And the answer is, it won't come off.
You're a woman for good now."
Kevin would have given a rather sarcastic answer, but
unfortunately, he was lying on the floor in a dead faint.
*****
"Aunt Lucy! Look what we made in class today!" Gina showed
Kevin her drawing. For a six year old, she was quite an
artist. There in living color was a somewhat abstract vision
of Nancy and Kevin, wearing matching purple dresses. Kevin
was now Lucy, of course, you can never take a joke like that
too far. Gina was a fast learner, and had not even once
embarrassed her new aunt by calling him "Daddy" in public.
Danny was, of course, just as sullen as ever. Lucy was
deathly afraid he'd grow up to be a serial cannibal. He
seemed to have no reaction to losing a father and gaining an
Aunt.
As Christmas rapidly approached, it was taken for granted that
there would be two guests for the Holiday Dinner. Lucy had
adjusted rapidly, finding his new role palatable, if not
pleasant. She chafed under his new load of housework, but was
soon dating. And she was anxious to impress her new boyfriend
with her newly acquired culinary skills. There is nothing
like Christmas dinner to guide an impressionable young man
into matrimonial waters. And if that didn't work? She had
some great ideas for costumes for next Halloween.
The End.
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