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This isn't one of my better stories since my Muse has been a little lazy of
late. However, I did want to at least put my two cents in for this contest
so here it is.
Once a Year
By Morpheus
Scott frowned as he looked around the dusty attic in the hopes of
finding what he was looking for, though he still wasn't even sure what
that something was. All Scott knew was that he needed some kind of
costume for Halloween and he wasn't about to spend much money on
something he could only use once. Especially since he didn't like much
like Halloween in the first place. Unfortunately though, a costume was
required for that Halloween party at his high school, so Scott had
resigned himself to finding something, even if it did mean he had to dig
through his aunt's attic to find one.
"At least it's only once a year." He grumbled to himself, not at all
impressed with the idea of everyone dressing up and acting like idiots.
Sighing, Scott was about to give up his search when he found
another storage trunk that looked promising. Wondering if maybe he
might find have some old clothes that would work, he wiped the dust off
and opened it up. Inside of the trunk, Scott was startled to see a bunch of
old holiday decorations. Christmas tree lights that had to have been well
over a decade old, ornaments, and some Halloween decorations.
Scott was just about to close the trunk when something caught his
attention. He stopped and stared at the mask that was sitting almost at the
top of the decorations. Picking it up, Scott stared at the white porcelain
mask, admiring the silvery metallic trim along the face. Whether it was a
male or female face Scott couldn't really tell, though he suspected that it
was just meant to be a generic human face. Turning it over, Scott
noticed that it didn't have any straps to hold it on someone's face, though
it was still just the right size.
"Shouldn't be difficult to make a strap." he decided.
Then Scott noticed that there was some writing just inside of the
mask, written in the same silvery metallic paint that decorated part of the
face, though he couldn't really make out the letters. They seemed to be
mostly gibberish.
"Well," Scott mused, "this should do it." He knew of course that
he'd need something to go with the mask, some kind of clothes, but he
figured that he could still find those in the attic. And if not, there was
always his street clothes. It wasn't like they could complain too much as
long as he at least had a mask, and he knew a lot of other guys would just
be wearing masks.
After a few more minutes, Scott heard something and looked up
to see a middle aged woman with graying brown hair. "Hi Aunt Nancy."
Scott said, "What's going on?"
"Just wanted to see what you were up to." she answered, " Aren't
you excited about Halloween?"
Snorting, Scott said "What for?"
"It's a great holiday." Aunt Nancy grinned back, "And it used to
be my favorite. After all, what other day can you walk around, dressed
up and pretending to be anything you want. It's fun."
"Bah humbug." Scott said with a grin, which made Aunt Nancy
chuckle. "Anyway, thanks for letting me look up here."
"It's no problem." Aunt Nancy said with a smile. "Most of this
stuff hasn't been touched in years and I was thinking of selling it anyway.
If you find anything you like, help yourself."
Scott nodded, then showed her the mask he'd found. "This should
be all right."
"Oh dear." Aunt Nancy whispered, a look of surprise clearly
visible on her face. "Where did you find that? I hadn't seen that since
before your Uncle Frank passed away. I never did find where he'd stored
it."
"Just over in that trunk." Scott gestured, wondering why his aunt
was so surprised.
Taking the mask from Scott's hand, Aunt Nancy got a dreamy
look on her face. "I haven't seen this in....." Then snapping out of it, she
sighed and rubbed her hand gently over the mask. "You can't imagine
just how special this mask is."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked curiously. "Are you saying I
can't have it?"
Aunt Nancy paused for a moment, looking thoughtful and then
with a glance at the mask she started to look disappointed. With a sigh,
she said "I already said you could have whatever you found, so it's
yours." She shook her head slightly and handed the mask back to Scott.
"However, it is a very special mask. It's magic."
"Yeah, right." Scott snorted.
Shrugging as if Scott's disbelief didn't matter one way or the
other, Aunt Nancy told him "It can disguise you as anything or anyone
you want for Halloween, just by naming it while holding the mask and
then putting it on." Then with a sigh, she continued "However it only
works on one night a year. All Hallows Eve. Halloween." She grinned
mischievously, "So have fun with it but be careful."
"I will." Scott promised, deciding to humor her. And with that,
Scott followed his aunt back down the stairs, clutching the mask in his
hand and wondering what he was going to do about the rest of his
costume. At least, he was relieved to note, there was still a few days till
the Halloween party.
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Scott pulled the top of the black sweat suit over his head and
looked down, pleased at the result. It wasn't much of a costume, but he
figured that with the hood up and his mask on it would do. Now all he
still needed was some kind of strap to hold the mask on. And there was
less than an hour before the party.
"Why do I always do these things at the last minute?" Scott asked
himself, relieved that at least he wouldn't have to worry about another
stupid costume for a whole year. And by then maybe the school wouldn't
require a costume for the party, though he wasn't going to hold his
breath. "This bites."
Picking the mask off of his bed where he'd set it, Scott stepped in
front of the mirror and looked at himself. The blonde 16 year old boy
that looked back was very familiar, including the big zit on the end of his
nose. Rubbing at his latest zit, Scott frowned and wondered if maybe it
was a good thing he'd be wearing a mask. The rest of his 'costume' was
already on. He was dressed all in black, even having a pair of black
gloves to complete the effect. It wasn't very much, but Scott was happy
that he at least had a costume without having to spend a single cent.
"All right party, here I come." He grinned to himself in the
mirror, wondering what he'd look like with the mask on and the costume
complete. Though he still didn't have a strap for the mask, Scott started
raising it to his face, wanting to see what he'd look like when finished.
Then he stopped and stared at the inside of it for a moment, suddenly
remembering what his Aunt Nancy had told him about it. "Magic." He
chuckled, thinking of how ridiculous it sounded. "Yeah right."
Staring at the mask for a moment, Scott grinned. "Might as well
try it out." He frowned as he tried remembering everything that Aunt
Nancy had told him and tried to think of something interesting. Then
chuckled and said, "I know. Turn me into a biker chick." He laughed
aloud as he raised the mask to his face.
Once the mask was on and Scott was looking through the eye
holes, he was startled to feel a strange tingling all over his face. "What
the....?" He started, but suddenly he felt as if everything were twisting in
some strange way. Suddenly Scott realized that he couldn't feel the
weight of the mask on his face, or see the edges of the eye holes. His
hands quickly reached for his face, but there was no mask there. "Holy
shit." He whispered as he saw the mirror's reflection, "This can't be."
Scott stared at his reflection in disbelief, hardly able to believe it.
The mask had worked. Just like Aunt Nancy had said. The mirror
showed a woman with long blonde hair, dressed in black biker leathers
with chains and metal studs. She seemed to be around 19 years old or so
and had on dark sluttly looking makeup with a ring that was very
noticeable in her nostril. His eyes widened and he looked down at the
breasts on his chest and the rose tattoo that decorated one of them. Each
of his arms also sported tattoos, though one of them had a ring of rose
thorns around his bicep and the other had some kind of dragon.
Nervously reaching between his legs, Scott was not at all surprised to
find that IT was missing, though that didn't make it any easier to accept.
"Aunt Nancy was telling the truth...." Scott gasped, amazed at
what that meant. Pulling his hand away from his crotch, Scott was
somewhat relieved to be wearing black leather pants instead of a short
skirt like he would have half expected, though they did feel just a little
too tight on him. But oddly enough, he decided that he sort of liked that
tight feel for some reason.
Forcing himself to calm down, Scott looked around for the mask
so he could change back to normal, but there was no sign of it.
Obviously it had completely vanished when it had changed him. "Shit."
He repeated numbly, trying to keep the down the panic that was
threatening to rise. After closing his eyes and taking several deep
breaths, Scott was able to think about things more clearly.
"She said she used it, which means it can't disappear forever."
Scott said thoughtfully. "And that it only works for one night." Then
with a forced grin, Scott added, "Which means it will probably wear off
at midnight or something."
Pleased with himself, Scott grinned and decided that he might as
well take advantage of what had happened to him while he could. He
looked down and examined his suddenly transformed body again,
noticing that he was wearing some kind of black leather boots that
almost looked like Army boots. "Cool" he chuckled, then plucked
slightly at the skimpy black tank top he was wearing and the leather vest.
"Very cool."
Scott held his hands in front of his face, grinning as he stared at
the unfamiliar fingers with rings on several of them, and somewhat long
fingernails that were painted black. "I can't believe she had this in her
attic." He laughed, listening to the odd sound of his own voice. "I
wonder what else she has up there? Or where she got the mask for that
matter?" But at the moment, Scott decided that definitely had more
important things to think about. The party for one.
Still grinning to himself, Scott left his bedroom and started
towards the front door. When he suddenly heard his Mom call out
"Aren't you going to that party Scotty?" His heart jumped and he dodged
into his sisters open bedroom door before his Mom could see him. Since
his sister Cindy was already gone trick or treating with her other
elementary school friends, he knew that he didn't have anything to worry
about. "Scotty?" His Mom called again, "Are you still here?" He just
gulped and hoped she'd give up and go back to the living room.
After waiting for several minutes to make sure that the coast was
clear, Scott carefully left Cindy's bedroom and snuck out the front door.
It wasn't until after he was outside that he realized he could have climbed
out his bedroom window instead.
When Scott was safely in front of the garage and out of view of
the house, he let out a sigh of relief and took a deep breath of the night
air. Then with a grin, he wondered just what his Mom would have said
if she had seen him. He chuckled slightly at that thought, then returned
his attention to the party. He still had to get there, and he certainly
couldn't ask his parents for a ride. Not now at least.
Then, noticing his bicycle leaning up against the garage door,
Scott chuckled. "I guess I really will be a biker chick tonight, though that
wasn't exactly what I meant." Shrugging, Scott went over and picked up
his bike, thinking that he'd probably look pretty ridiculous riding it, but
there wasn't much other choice.
Suddenly Scott felt a tingling along his face again, much like
when he'd put on the mask. The same kind of twisting in his gut that he'd
felt earlier also reoccurred. Letting go of the bike, Scott jumped back
and gasped to see that his bike was no longer there. Instead, it had turned
into a motorcycle. A Harley. "Shit!" Scott gasped as he stared at it in
awe. Obviously the mask hadn't been finished with his costume until it
supplied the bike as well. "This is fucking awesome." Scott slowly bent
over and excitedly examined the bike. "Unbelievable. I can't believe I've
got a Harley."
Scott stood back, slightly amused as he realized that he was more
excited about having a Harley than he was about having turned into a
woman. The sad thing was, he thought with disappointment, he didn't
even know how to ride a motorcycle so he wouldn't be able to enjoy it.
But while staring at the bike for a moment, Scott was startled to realize
that he DID know how to ride it. He didn't know where the knowledge
had come from, but he didn't doubt that it was there.
Without much of a hesitation, Scott climbed on the bike and
started it up. A moment later he was out of the driveway and on his
way down the street, loving the feel of the feel of the bike's vibration
throughout his body. It was exhilarating beyond belief and Scott loved
every second of it.
Scott was almost disappointed when he pulled into the school
parking lot a short while later. He would have loved spending a little
more time riding, though he promised himself that if he had a chance
he'd try it again later on. When he rumbled through, Scotty grinned
when he saw the way that several of the other students were watching
him, obviously impressed. He chuckled, wondering what they'd say if
they knew he was really just a guy.
When Scott got off the bike, he was immediately surrounded by a
couple clowns. Or at least by one guy dressed as a clown, one as a mime
and one as giant baby. He recognized all of them as being on the
football team.
"Yo honey, that is one hot costume." The clown said, leering
rather hard at Scott, which only made him more amused.
The mime nodded, "That is one awesome bike. And your
costume...."
Scott grinned, then unable to resist he snapped "And I thought
mimes just supposed to shut up and look stupid. At least you have half of
it right." The mime's jaw dropped and Scott had to hold back a grin. The
others were laughing at their friend, which only made Scott feel more
cocky.
He'd never dared say anything like that to one of the football
players before, but now it just seemed so easily. He didn't know if it was
because of the way they were treating him, the fact that they wouldn't
recognize him when he turned back to normal, or something to do with
his transformation, but he wasn't complaining either.
"Sorry boys," Scott practically cooed, "but none of you are quite
man enough for me." And then with that he hurried away, leaving all
three standing there with their mouths open. "And don't touch my bike!"
He yelled out behind him, laughing silently to himself.
Going through the hall, Scott saw a lot of people in interesting
costumes. Some of them were obviously expensive or hand made, while
others were store bought. Some of them even looked cheap and stupid
enough that the costume he'd planned on wearing would have looked
good in comparison.
Several times people stopped Scott in the hall. The boys to hit on
him, which only amused him, and the girls to ask who he was and
compliment him on his costume's realism. More than once he had to
assure people that he was indeed a student at that school instead of a
biker out to crash a party. However he didn't bother to correct their
assumptions that he was a senior. Scott didn't think any of them would
have believed the truth about him and his costume even if he did tell
them.
When Scott got to the gym where the main party was going on, it
was about the same as in the hallway. The only real difference was there
in the gym there were several games going on, as well as snacks. And of
course, the teacher chaperones who were all over the place. Even they all
wore costumes, though Scott thought with some amusement that no one's
costume could match his.
After awhile, Scott decided that he needed a break from the party.
Or at least what the school called a party in an attempt to keep the kids
out of trouble. He grinned to himself, knowing full well that a large
number would be out egging houses anyway. The party just delayed it a
little. Going outside, Scott took a deep breath and walked around the
side of the building, stopping when he saw a group of teens leaning up
against a wall smoking.
One girl who was dressed up like a witch nodded towards Scott,
then said "Hey girl, I don't remember seeing you around here. Do you go
here?"
"Oh yeah," Scott grinned back, "I just had my Aunt help me with
my disguise. Very good isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess." the witch girl responded without too much
enthusiasm. "But those tattoo's certainly don't look like fakes." Her eyes
watched Scott questioningly and he just grinned back.
Another girl who was dressed up like a cat held out a pack of
cigarettes and asked "You smoke?"
Scott was about to say no when on an impulse he decided to try
staying in character. "Sure." He accepted a cigarette and held it in his
mouth while the witch girl lit it for him. Though Scott had never
smoked before, he found that he had no problem taking a drag and
blowing the smoke back out. It was like with the Harley, he just 'knew'
exactly what to do and acted as if he'd done it a thousand times before. It
almost felt normal for him to stand there with the girls smoking.
Once he'd finished up, Scott said goodbye to the girls, promising
that he'd see them again at school, though he neglected to mention that
they certainly wouldn't recognize him. At least not once he got back to
normal. He grinned to himself as he returned to the gym, thinking how
funny it was the way everyone accepted him as what he appeared like,
just because of that mask.
When it was nearly midnight, Scott quietly snuck out of the
party, not sure if his disguise would do a Cinderella on him and vanish
then, or at some other time. However, he didn't want to take any chances
of being seen. That would have been a humiliation he'd never live down.
But when midnight came and went without any further changes to his
appearance, Scott was half relieved and half disappointed. Now he
wasn't sure when it would wear off.
Since the party was pretty much over with anyway, Scott decided
to leave and go find out about his question. And as embarrassing as he
knew it was going to be, he knew that there was only one person who
could answer it. Aunt Nancy.
Scott parked his Harley in front of Aunt Nancy's house, frowning
as he sat on it and stared at the front door. A jack-o-lantern was sitting on
the step, seeming to laugh at him as the candle inside of it flickered.
"Jeez, this is going to really be embarrassing." Scott mumbled. Then
taking a deep breath, he climbed off the bike, giving it an affectionate pat
before slowly walking up to the door.
"Well," Scott sighed, "Here goes nothing." and pushed the door
bell.
After waiting for a moment, Scott was already getting impatient
and nervous. Then the door opened and out jumped Aunt Nancy, dressed
up like a vampire yelling "Boo!"
Scott jumped back slightly, then grinned self consciously as he
answered "Trick or treat." He looked down, his eyes resting on his
breasts for a moment before he brought them back to Aunt Nancy.
"Aren't you a little old for trick or treating?" She asked Scott.
"I could be egging houses an tee-peeing yards." He suggested,
trying to sound innocent.
Aunt Nancy shook her head and smiled faintly. "I suppose you're
right. Just a moment...." and she reached behind the door for the bowl of
candy.
Scott waited for a moment, then coughed. "I didn't come here for
candy." He blushed, staring down at the ground, not sure exactly how to
say it. "I just wanted to know when the mask wears off Aunt Nancy."
For a moment, Aunt Nancy's stared at him uncomprehending,
then here eyes widened. "Scott?"
He nodded back, blushing badly as he did so. "I....well.....I didn't
really believe what you told me about the mask when I tried it." He
explained, "And well...." he gestured at himself, "I ended up like this."
Aunt Nancy just stared at him for a moment with her mouth
almost open. She looked at his feet then studied every inch of his body as
she went up, making Scott feel even more embarrassed and self
conscious before. This wasn't anything like the way everyone else had
been looking at him before. She actually knew who he really was, which
made things quite a bit different indeed.
Finally Aunt Nancy let out a whistle. "Boy Scott, you really did a
number on yourself." Then she started laughing for a moment, making
Scott feel like cringing. "Come on in." She gestured, "We can talk
inside." Scott nodded and wordlessly followed behind her.
Once they were both in the living room and sitting down, Aunt
Nancy continued. "I hate to tell you this but if the mask isn't removed
before midnight on Halloween, the change becomes permanent until the
next year."
"WHAT?" Scott screamed in horror, jumping to his feet. "You
cant' be serious."
Then Aunt Nancy grinned. "No, I'm not." She started laughing
while Scott nervously sat back down, wondering what was so funny
about that. She'd damn near given him a heart attack. Finally she
stopped laughing, and though she was still grinning, Aunt Nancy said "It
is only temporary. Have no fear of that."
Scott nodded, relieved that what he'd suspected had been
confirmed, though he wasn't able to get her to explain more. She just
grinned back and told him not to worry. And when Scott asked her
about where the mask came from, Aunt Nancy went quiet and looked
thoughtful.
"I don't know." She answered finally. "Frank brought it home
one year just before Halloween. He never said exactly where he got it
from though I suspect it was from one of the strange friends he'd been
hanging out with back then." She shrugged, "But that was years ago."
"Thanks." Scott said quietly. He looked at his aunt, still feeling a
little embarrassed but not as much as before.
"Oh, it's no problem." she assured him with a smile. "I only wish
that I'd never lost track of the thing." Then with a sigh, she asked "Do
your parents know?"
Scott shook his head violently, "No way. I had to sneak out of
the house."
Aunt Nancy nodded. "I'd better give them a call then and let
them know that you'll be staying the rest of the night with me. I don't
want them to worry."
"Thanks Aunt Nancy." Scott said as they both stood up. He felt a
little uncomfortable, but he moved over and gave his aunt a hug. "I
appreciate this."
"No problem." Aunt Nancy repeated, "You can sleep in my guest
room." And with that, she yawned, "As for me, I plan on going to bed
rather soon." Scott nodded and said good night before going to the guest
room.
Once Scott was in the guest room and the door was locked, he sat
down on the bed and looked down at himself. He smiled faintly as he ran
a fingernail over the tattoo on his left arm, then used it to poke at his soft
breasts. They felt so funny, and he couldn't help but noticing their weight
all night long. And since he was now alone.... Scott grinned and quickly
started undressing, eager to see his first real naked woman, even if it was
himself.
After completing his self examination, Scott sat on the edge of
his bed, amazed once again at just how complete his transformation
seemed to have been. He'd even discovered several more tattoos that he
hadn't noticed before, as well as....other things.
"This is fucking awesome." He whispered to himself, grinning as
he poked his new breasts again. Then with a yawn, Scott leaned back,
tired from all the excitement. Closing his eyes, Scott meant to rest for
just a moment, though sleep quickly claimed him.
Scott was in the middle of a strange dream, when something
suddenly jarred him away. He bolted upright, immediately aware of the
warm feeling over his body, and the tingling along his face. It only lasted
for a moment though, then both sensations vanished and Scott was
startled to realize he was wearing a mask once again.
Pulling the mask from his face, Scott was also immediately aware
that he was back to normal. And even though he'd gone to bed wearing
nothing, he was once again dressed in the black sweat suit that he'd
dressed up in for the party. And the biker clothes he had been wearing
the night before were no longer scattered on the floor, having
disappeared as if they'd never existed.
"Shit." Scott whispered, once again impressed with the
thoroughness of the transformation. He quickly slipped a hand down his
pants to verify that everything was indeed once again back to normal,
and once he was assured it was, he grinned to himself. "Cool." He then
gently set the mask onto the bed and got up to look out the window. In
the distance he could see the sunlight beginning to gleam above the roof
tops. "Sunrise." He said in surprise. "She said it lasted Halloween night.
All night." Then Scott began to laugh.
Walking back over to the bed and gently rubbing the face of the
mask, Scott smiled thoughtfully to himself. "Only one night." He sighed,
unable to wait until next Halloween. "Damn I wish Halloween was more
than just once a year." The thought of being able to use the mask again
filled him with an eagerness and anticipation unlike any he'd ever felt
before.
Scott gently picked up the mask and held it possessively against
his chest as he started for home. As Scott left Aunt Nancy's house, his
thoughts were filled with ideas for next years 'costume'. With a loud
sigh, he climbed on his bicycle and whispered, "And only once a year."
He couldn't wait.
THE END
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