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Halloween Party by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas "Hi, dear," my wife said when I walked into the house, "how was work?" "Not bad," I replied, "we landed that new account, so the boss was thrilled. What's new?" "We're invited to a Halloween party, a costume party, at the Peterson's Saturday night. Do you want to go?" In truth, we hardly knew the Peterson's, having been introduced by a friend of a friend, and we usually didn't really celebrate Halloween. "I guess so, sure, why not," I said. "But I guess we'll have to think about costumes pretty quickly if the party is on Saturday." We didn't say anything else about the party as we had dinner, and went through the week's accumulation of mail. When we went to bed, Joanne mentioned that we should think about costumes the next day. But the next two days flew by, as we were both busy at work, and dead-tired by the time we got home. Finally, it was late Friday night by the time we got around to discussing it again, and she said, "We really better think about this party, there's not much time left." I agreed, and said that we should go looking for costumes first thing the next morning. When we got to the mall, however, we found that almost everything was gone. Joanne was almost beside herself as she searched the shelves looking for almost anything that would fit, but there was really nothing left. "I guess we could wear all black and go as two vampires," I said, "not very original, but what else can we do?" "I have an idea," she said, "why don't we go over to the charity thrift shop, and see if there are some vintage things we could wear as costumes?" I said that was a good idea, and we drove over there. When we went inside, there were racks of old things, and I was sure we'd find something that would be OK. As we were going through the men's suits, Joanne found a tuxedo and exclaimed, "this would be perfect for you!" "Except for one small item - and I do mean small - this is a size 34, not the 42 I need. This would only fit you, not me," I told her. "But look, its only $15, and it has everything, a cummerbund, a shirt, everything. We don't want to spend a fortune on this party," she said. "I could certainly wear this." "What am I going to wear, then, if we are going to have costumes that go together?" I asked. "How about if we reverse roles for the night," Joanne asked, "I'll be the guy, and you'll be the girl." I had always been turned on by the sight of women in sexy lingerie, like most guys, but I had never even had a thought of wearing women's things myself. "That's ridiculous," I said, "I'll look like an idiot dressed as a woman." "No, really, if there's stuff in here that will fit you, I can make you look like a doll." I protested some more, I couldn't convince her, though. She couldn't resist the idea of a $15 bargain for her costume, and she dragged me over to the women's section. There was an entire row of evening gowns, and she began rummaging through them, looking for something in my size. Finally, with a yelp of triumph, she pulled out a long silky red gown. "Perfect," she exclaimed, "this should be just the right size and look - its only $12!" Another bargain. I made a feeble protest, while inwardly a strange thought entered my mind about how I might look, dressed as a woman! "But I'm not shaped like a woman - that will look horrible on me," I said. "We'll fix that in a second," Joanne replied, leading me into the back to a section filled with lingerie. She proceeded to root around in several large boxes, until she pulled out a severe-looking, old-fashioned black all-in-one with garters tabs dangling from the bottom. "This will give you plenty of shape now let's see what else you'll need." A pair of frilly panties was added to the pile, and I protested, "I can wear my own underwear, can't I?" "Of course not, your shorts would show right through. These stockings should be long enough," she said, holding them up against me. "Now, if only they have a pair of heels in your size." There was an old-fashioned pair of red spikes that I could squeeze onto my feet, and, after picking out a long blonde wig, we went up to the front of the store to pay for everything. Amazingly, the entire bill came to less than $60. "Don't you want to try these on before you buy them," the manager said. "Unfortunately, we can't accept returns." "Well, I guess we could," Joanne teased, "just in case we have the wrong sizes, but I'm really sure everything will be perfect." When we got home, she hurried me inside. "We don't have much time," she said, "if we're going to make you a convincing woman. Now just do what I tell you, because we have to hurry. It takes women a lot longer to get ready than men, and you'll take even more time than usual." Joanne ran a bubble bath for me, and when I asked her if that wasn't a bit much, she told me that setting the mood properly would add to my overall appearance and actions. I got into the tub, luxuriating in the scented bubbles, and she began to wash me. I must have half-dozed off in the warm water, and when I awoke with a start, I looked down and saw her with a razor in her hand, inspecting my newly-shaved leg. "Wha...what are you doing," I yelled. "Quiet, silly," Joanne said, "you know that we women have to shave our legs so we look sexy in our stockings. You don't want hair showing through!" "I guess I don't have much choice at this point, since you've already done one leg, do I?" My body was really not very hairy anyway, just a few chest hairs and fairly light hair on my legs. "No, not really, but it's almost winter, so you won't be wearing shorts outside for months." She made me get out of the tub, and before I dried off, my chest hair was whisked off by her razor. "Your dress has some cleavage, and we want you to be just perfect. Why don't you give your face an extra-close shave, while I go and get myself dressed. " As I stood there, the thought of what was to come began to get me excited, but Joanne didn't even notice, as she went into the bedroom to change. By the time I had finished shaving, she had already gotten into her shirt and tux. With her short hair, Joanne did look like a guy. Without even looking, she tossed the black panties to me, saying, "Here put these on first, then I'll help you with the all-in-one." I pulled the panties on quickly to cover my rising cock, then stood still as she slipped the straps over my arms. I couldn't explain why the feel of the lacy panties surrounding my cock was getting me excited, but it was. "Put the garter tabs through your panties," she said, "so you'll be able to go to the bathroom later without having to take everything off." She stood behind me, and told me to inhale so that she could do the hook-and-eyes in the back. She tugged the sides of the foundation together, but couldn't make them meet. "Oh, damn, this will never work. I thought this would fit, but..." Joanne began to get upset, and when I looked at her, I saw that she was almost starting to cry, because this had been her idea. "Maybe if I stretch, you'll be able to make it fit," I said consoling her. "Here, let's try this," I offered, clasping my hands together over the top of the door, letting my body lengthen as it hung down. She tried to pull it together, and, as I pulled myself in as much as I could, I felt the hooks being secured. I felt my waist being pulled in as if it were in a silken vise, and my flesh was moved up toward my bust and down toward my hips. "Well, that wasn't easy, but we did it," she said. "How does it feel?" "God, I can't believe how tight this is," I said, but the strange sensations I was feeling had me loving every minute of it. "We girls have to suffer for fashion," she teased, "maybe you'll appreciate it more now!" She led me over to her dressing table and sat me down. She rolled up the stockings, and as she pulled them over my shaven legs, I thrilled at how they felt. "These are real sexy nylons; it's a good thing your legs are shaved or all your hair would show through." She inspected me, arranging the flesh of my chest inside the 3/4 cups of my all-in-one. "No, not enough here," she remarked. She went into her own lingerie drawer, and removed some pads from a couple of her bras. "If I put these underneath your own little titties...ah yes, that looks perfect." By putting the pads under me, they pushed me upward, and I saw the swelling of breasts on my chest for the first time. I became hard as a rock, but Joanne was so involved with what she was doing, that she still didn't notice! I still couldn't believe how this was making me feel. "Now for your makeup." She stood in front of me, and quickly put on a creamy foundation, which she covered with a matte powder. She began to work on my eye makeup, covering the top lids with two shades of shadow, applying an eye liner, then gently attaching thick, full false eyelashes. She stepped back and inspected what she had done so far. "I think we need to emphasize your cheekbones," she said, applying blush to my face. "Now for the lipstick, and we'll be done." I felt the creamy, smooth touch of the color being applied to my lips, and I tingled with the anticipation of seeing myself totally made up as a woman. But Joanne stood between me and the mirror, not allowing me even a glimpse at myself, saying that she wanted me to be completely done first. "You know, you're really being a good sport about this," she said, as she applied long red stick-on nails to each of my fingers. "I guess I never really even asked you whether you would mind going to the party as a woman, once I saw the bargain on my tuxedo." "I...I think it's kind of a kick, switching like this. I hope I'm not going to feel too silly or look stupid though." "Don't worry about that, you're positively dripping with glamour; I never would have thought that you'd make such a beautiful woman," Joanne said. "Hey, what's this," she asked, noticing my erect cock for the first time. "This will spoil the entire look," she teased. "Is this getting you excited?" "I...I think it already has," I stammered. "Well, we better do something about this," she said, kneeling in front of me. She pulled my fully erect cock out from my panties, and took me into her mouth. As I looked down at her, I felt the tightness of the all-in-one, and the silkiness of the stockings on my legs, and the thought of my made-up face made me shoot a giant load of cum deep into her throat almost immediately. She drank down every bit, licking the last few drops off the tip of my cock. "Wow, this must really be turning you on - you never come that fast." "I can't explain it," I said through my lipsticked mouth. "I never felt this excited before - maybe its just the weirdness of it all." With my cock shrunken down to normal size, Joanne pushed it down inside the lacy panties and stood up. She walked over and got my dress, then helped me pull it over my head. Stepping behind me, she zipped me up. It fit perfectly over my newly shaped body, and looking down, I could see the swelling of the tops of my breasts showing above the top of the bodice. The silky feel of the dress against my nyloned legs was different from anything I had ever experienced before. She put the long blonde wig on my head, tucking my own hair underneath it, then knelt in front of me to help me step into the high spike-heeled shoes. The red pumps made me feel as though I were standing on top of a skyscraper, and she helped me walk awkwardly over to the full-length mirror that stood in one corner of the room. "Close your eyes until I say OK," she said, and as much as I wanted to look at my transformed self, I did as she asked. I heard her doing something across the room, then I felt her slip a necklace around my neck, then attach earrings to each of my lobes. "OK, you're ready," Joanne said, and I opened my eyes. And couldn't believe what I saw! I knew in my head that it was me standing there, but there was no way I could have recognized myself. She had changed me into a beautiful woman! I looked from the top of my blonde head, down the length of my womanly-shaped body contained within the silky red dress. The skirt had an attached crinoline slip inside it, and though I knew that this was an old-fashioned type style, the outward swell of my hips from my pulled in waist gave me a sexy hourglass figure. I saw the swelling of my breasts through and above the low-cut top, down to the tips of my red high heels, just peeking out from beneath the hem of the full-length gown. The crinoline slip moved against the sleek nylon of my stockings and the lacy panties, sending an electric tingling through my entire body. "I...I can't believe this," I said, turning to her. "I look just like a woman." "You...you really do," she said, a little breathlessly, "I never expected you could look this beautiful." Fortunately, the crinoline petticoat covered my cock which was again erect. I had never thought about dressing as a woman before, but seeing myself like this, had changed my life forever. I knew that this might be the first time I dressed like this, but the feelings it gave me told me that it wouldn't be the last! We stood next to each other for a long moment, staring at our reversed selves. I wasn't sure of what to do next, but to disguise the way I felt, I said, "You've done such a wonderful job on me, let me help you with being a guy." Unsteady in my high heels, I walked into the bathroom and returned with a comb and some hair gel. "Rub a little of this in your hair, then comb it with the part on the left side, instead of in the middle." She followed my instructions, and the feminine cut of her hairdo changed into a reasonable resemblance of a guy's haircut. She had removed all her makeup, and except for a slight delicateness of her features, she could really have been a man. "We'd better get moving," she said, but I noticed her taking one last look at the two of us in the mirror. "You'll get used to walking in those heels in a while, but I'm not so sure I'll get used to wearing these clodhoppers of yours." Glancing down, I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a pair of my dress shoes with her tux. "Aren't they too big for you," I asked, and when she replied that they were, I suggested that she put in a pair of foam innersoles to make them tighter. "Thanks, that's much better," she said. "At least they don't flop around on my feet so much now." We gingerly walked downstairs, being extra careful in our unaccustomed footwear. Joanne drove us to the party, since there was no possibility of my driving in the red spike heeled pumps. When we got to the Peterson's block, we hunted for a parking spot - obviously from all the cars parked there, this was a bigger party than we had envisioned. We parked at the end of the street, and, as we walked to their door, I began to get nervous. Joanne must have sensed this, because she said, "Don't worry, you look fine - and besides it's Halloween." I felt the wonderful sensations of all the feminine clothing I was wearing as I walked, and the soothing, yet stimulating touch, calmed my nervousness, but heightened the sexual excitement. We rang the bell, and the door opened immediately. I didn't recognize the woman in a witch costume who stood there, but she invited us in to the dimly light house. "This is supposed to be a costume party, but I guess formal attire is OK." She didn't even notice that we had swapped sexes - maybe it was the low light, or the drink she held in her hand, or the combination of the two. We walked inside, and several people glanced at us, some of the men doing a double-take as they looked me up and down. I didn't see any signs that they recognized me as a man in drag - they seemed to be staring at the beautiful woman Joanne had transformed me into. I don't know how many people were squeezed into the house, but it must have been close to a hundred. There was a bar set up in one corner, and Joanne asked me if I wanted something to drink. When I said, "Sure, I'll make us something," she laughed and said, "Did you forget, I'm the guy tonight. I'll get you something." She returned in a minute with a frothy, pink drink which she handed me, and a scotch on the rocks for herself. "We have to keep to our roles, dear," she said, "I hope you'll like a strawberry daiquiri." I daintily sipped at the drink, and we watched as ghosts, vampires, pirates and witches moved around us. There was no sign of the Petersons, the only people who we knew at the party, and before we knew it we were involved in conversation with a group of strangers. I was watching to see if anyone had discovered my secret, but still didn't see any clue in their faces. Several couples were dancing on one side of the living room, and before I knew what was happening, one of the men we were talking to asked me to dance, and started to lead me over there. I glanced anxiously over at Joanne, but she just stood there silently, with a grin on her face. "Go ahead, darling, have fun," she teased, unwilling to come to my rescue. I started to put the wrong hand up, but caught myself, and he took me into his arms. It felt so strange, having a man's arms around me, and I was glad when the song ended so I could get back next to Joanne. "Did you have a nice dance, dear?" she giggled. "You certainly followed his lead very nicely." "Very funny," I whispered, "but think how embarrassing it would have been if he had found out what I really was." "Why, whatever do you mean, sweetheart, what could you possibly be except a gorgeous babe? You really are you know." I felt a blush come to my face, but in the low light she didn't see it. She took my hand and led me back to the dance area, and it was even stranger dancing with her leading me. Except for the fact that I was much taller than she was, because of my heels, we passed unnoticed as we danced. She pressed up against me, and felt my cock, erect under my dress. "Shame, shame," she said, "a girl really does have to learn to control herself. You're just a shameless hussy, being all excited like that." But from the way she kept rubbing herself against me, I could tell that she, too, was turned on by our role reversal. The next couple of hours passed by in cocktail party chatter, and we did see the Johnsons across the room, but not to talk to. "My feet are killing me, and I can hardly breathe any more," I said to Joanne. "How about leaving soon?" "Oh, dear, you're such a complainer," she responded, laughing. "That's the way we girls, or I should say, YOU girls, always feel at these things, in our heels and frillies. By the way, your makeup needs a little fixing - should we go upstairs and take care of it so your secret will be safe?" She led me upstairs, and we saw another couple coming out of the bathroom. "Hmmm, wonder what they were doing in there?" Joanne asked me. We scooted in, and she took the necessary cosmetics out of the purse I was carrying. In just a minute or two, she made the needed repairs, then she looked me deeply in the eyes, and confessed, "I can't believe how turned on I am by this." "Me. too," I said, and before I knew it she was stroking me through my dress. "Come here," she said, leading me over to the toilet, "pull down your panties." I reached under my dress, and pulled them down. She sat me down, with my dress bunched up around my hips, and taking off her pants, and, I noticed, a pair of my underwear, she climbed on top of my erect cock. Her pussy was totally wet, and slid right down the length of my shaft. As she moved up and down on me, she caressed the tops of my breasts, and in not even thirty seconds, I felt her entire body shudder as she was racked by a giant orgasm. I immediately came myself, and I felt spurt after spurt of cum shooting out of my clitty-cock into her. We sat there for a moment, breathless, until finally I said, "Someone will need to use this room soon, we'd better fix ourselves up." "You girls are always the scaredy-cats," she whispered, "but I guess you're right." We got ourselves together, and after a final hug, went back downstairs. No one seemed to notice us as we came downstairs, and when we looked around, we realized that everyone else was pretty high. We had just had two drinks each, and compared to the rest of the crowd, we were positively sober. Jack Peterson stood in the middle of the room, and announced that it was time to judge the best costumes. "I want to thank you all for coming, friends, friends of friends, and lots of folks I never even met before. Let's get all the guys on one side, girls on the other, and pick the winners!" I started to move toward the guy side, but Joanne said, "Come on, be a sport, let's see if you can still fool them." Jack and his wife Jane looked over the guys first and, after a whispered conversation, chose a horrible-looking zombie as the male winner. Then turning to "us" girls, I was horrified to see their eyes fixing on me. "There she is, Miss America," Jack sang, and to my consternation, he walked over and raised my hand up in the air. Jane handed me my prize, a bottle of champagne, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "You look ravishing, dear." The party immediately began again in earnest, and the crowd swirled around me. Joanne walked over and said, "I feel like Rex Harrison - by George, I think we've done it." We both broke up in laughter, and she asked me if I wanted to leave now. I agreed, and we made our way out, and when we reached the sidewalk, we broke up again, laughing until our side ached. She drove us home, and when we were in the living room, she started to touch me all over. "I know we made love before," she breathed, "but just looking at you is driving me crazy. I never thought I was a lesbian before, but I want to make love to this beautiful woman I'm with." "What do you mean, lesbian," I asked, "you're just a typical, horny guy who wants to get into my panties." "Damn right, I do," she replied, and, taking me by my red-finger tipped hand, she led me upstairs. When we got to the bedroom, she was all over me, kissing my deep red lips, and running her hands all over my silken-clad body. I had been in a constant state of arousal all night, and I responded eagerly to her touch. She pulled down the zipper of my dress, and helped me off with it. I expected her to start taking all my clothes off, but after she pulled off my panties, she stopped. My cock stood straight out, hard as a rock. "Come here," she said pulling me toward the mirror. My cock was framed by the garter tabs and stockings, a curious looking thing surrounded by all the rest of my feminine clothes. Joanne pulled off her pants and undershorts, and bent over at the waist. "Come inside me, now," she urged, and, as I did, our eyes joined in our mirrored reflection. We made love with our eyes wide open, staring at ourselves in the mirror. As I bent over her, my long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, and my nylon-and-high-heeled legs were clearly visible in between hers. This time I didn't come too quickly, although I felt three or four orgasms shaking her body. All the wonderful sensations of my sexy underwear merged with the sexual excitement in my groin, and as our eyes locked together again, I finally came inside her with a final, giant thrust. We were totally exhausted by this time, and we helped each other out of our clothes. I took my first deep breath of the night as she unhooked the all-in-one, and my feet felt like they were on fire, when I stepped out of the heels. "I know when we go to a party like tonight, I'm so tired, all I want to do is jump into bed, how about you?" she asked. "You're absolutely right," I said, "that's just how I feel." "We can shower in the morning, let's just get right to bed." I stood there, still in my wig and makeup and watched her go over to her dresser and pull out a long, black nightgown. Then to my amazement, she pulled out a second nightgown, a frilly black baby-doll set. "It's still Halloween," she said, "so which one would you rather wear?" Silently, I took the baby-doll set from her hand, stepped into the panties, and pulled the short nightie over my head. She smiled, and put on the long gown. "Can't get enough of the feel of panties, I guess," she said. And she was absolutely right! When I awoke the next morning, the memories of the previous night came flooding back to me, as I lay in bed with the long, blonde wig, the baby-doll nightie and panties and the remnants of my makeup, including the false eyelashes and nails. My cock was again hard, telling me that the sexual excitement of crossdressing was not a one night phenomenon. I didn't know how Joanne would react to seeing me this way on the morning after the party, but my debate on whether to restore my male self was cut short, when she awakened and gave me a big smile. She reached out to hug me, and her exploring hands discovered my erection. "Dressing as a woman really does turn you on, doesn't it?" she asked, gripping me tightly. "I guess it does," I replied, but before I could say anything else, she kissed me, and then moved herself around in the bed so that she could attack my erect cock. I maneuvered myself around into a 69 position, but instead of lifting her black nightgown up, I slid my head underneath it, thrilling to the sensation of the silky material around my head. She brought me to the edge of climax several times and back down again, as I felt massive orgasms throb through her body from the work of my tongue on her clit and pussy. Finally, she engulfed my entire cock and with a frenzied licking of the very tip, I came with a great gush. We lay silently next to each other for a while, then we began to talk about this new experience in our relationship. We both realized that these could be dangerous waters to travel, and that if we weren't totally honest with each other, our marriage could be facing a crisis it might not survive. Her final thoughts summed up our conversation: "I think that as long as we are together in this, and we do what seems right, that we'll be OK." Taking a shower and getting dressed in my own jeans and sweatshirt removed the external appearance of the woman I had been the night before, but as we spent a normal Sunday doing chores around the house and yard, the memory kept coming back to me. After dinner that evening, we sat together quietly, relaxing on the couch, listening to music. Every once in a while, we gave each other a kiss or a hug, as though to reassure each other of our friendship and love. When we finally went up to bed, me in my usual undershorts and Joanne in a nightgown, we found ourselves making love again; perhaps to prove that, in spite of the new dimension in our relationship, we still loved each other on our previous basis as well. The next night, I got home from work first and brought in the usual heavy Monday load of mail. But, for the first time, I found that things I would have put aside for Joanne to look at, like women's catalogs and department store sale announcements, captured my attention. I brought them over to the couch, and began slowly looking through them. I was so engrossed that I didn't even hear Joanne come home, until she said, teasingly, "I thought you always said shopping was a big waste of time." I could feel myself blush, and a silly grin appear on my face. "Ah, well, ah...." - there was really nothing I could say. "You look like the little boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar," she laughed. "Come on, let's have something to eat, then we can do some shopping later." I think we were both eager to get back to the mail, and we quickly ate a light dinner. Joanne added a huge J.C. Penney catalog to the pile, and for the next couple of hours, we did the shop-at-home thing, selecting and ordering a bunch of things, like kids in a candy store. The prospect of receiving my new things made a Christmas-like anticipation buzz around in my head. When we went upstairs to bed, I confessed this to Joanne, and she admitted that she felt the same way. She almost shyly offered to lend me a nightgown to wear to bed, and, putting on the panties that I had worn Saturday night, slipped into a frilly pink gown. The excitement I felt peaked at that point, and we soon found ourselves making love. The way Joanne's hands caressed my nylon-clad body told me that she, too, was at a fever pitch. As we drifted off to sleep, the thoughts of what was to come filled first my consciousness, then my dreams. The first of the packages arrived on Thursday, and when I got home, Joanne had already started opening them up. A lacy pile of lingerie lay on one side of the couch, and she was looking over a few outer garments. "Oh, honey, come here quick, look at everything that came!" she said. All thoughts of dinner were forgotten as I looked at each item in turn. Lots of sexy underthings, nightgowns, a blouse and skirt set, three pairs of shoes, a daytime dress, and my favorite, a short ruffled black cocktail dress. Suddenly, she jumped on top of me, pushing me down on the couch, looked me right in the eyes, and in a mock-serious tone demanded, "A fashion show - right now!" I was only too eager to comply, as my head reeled at the prospect of trying on all my new things. We gathered everything up, and ran upstairs. I stripped off my clothes, and Joanne sat me in front of her dressing table. She quickly applied some basic cosmetics to my face and putting the blonde wig on my head, said, "OK, that's done. First, try on some undies." I hardly knew where to start, but I stepped into a pair of pink panties and began to put on the matching bra. As I awkwardly fastened the front-closure, I saw the swelling of my breasts as the padded, underwired bra pushed my flesh into position. I put on my first pair of pantyhose, and was amazed at how my entire lower body tingled from the silky, yet controlling nylon. Joanne handed me a pink cotton shirtwaist dress, and slipping it over my head, I closed up the front buttons, which were on the "wrong" side, of course. I stepped into a pair of pink low-heeled shoes, marveling how wonderful they felt. The sensation of the cotton against my skin felt so different from the way my men's shirts felt. I went over to the mirror to look at myself, and was startled to see that, even with the minimal amount of makeup Joanne had applied, I still was unrecognizable. She came over and put her arms around me, saying, "I feel like I just got a new girlfriend." The next half hour was a blur as I changed from one outfit to another, a whirl of panties and bras, garterbelts and stockings, skirts and blouses. Finally, the only things I hadn't tried on were the nightgowns and the black cocktail dress outfit and the matching accessories. Joanne had picked out a lace-up black torsolette with long garters from Victoria's Secret to wear under the dress, and slipping it on, she began to lace up the front. It pulled me in deliciously at the waist, swelling me above and below. I felt my flesh filling into the cups as I was compressed upwards by the lacing. My cock, of course, was rock hard through all of this, but neither of us complained. Joanne knelt down in front of me when she had finished the lacing, and rolled super sheer nylons up my legs, attaching the eight garters, then she handed me a pair of black satin panties which were encircled by five rows of ruffled lace. I pulled them up over my nylon-clad legs, and thrilled yet again to the feel of the smooth feminine panties against my cock. Finally, she slipped the frilly black dress over my head, and zipped up the back zipper. The short flared skirt reached down to about 3 inches above my knees, and as I stepped into the pair of 3 inch black patent leather pumps, I felt the hem swirl around my silken thighs. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw the ruffled top that emphasized rather concealed my breasts, the shaping of the torsolette, flaring out the short skirt, and the smooth sheerness of my stockings ending with the sexy black heels. When Joanne stood next to me, I saw that she had taken off all her clothes, and we looked in wonder at the two feminine reflections, one beautifully nude, and the other beautifully clothed. Joanne moaned with passion, and slid down on her knees in front of me. She put her head under my skirt, and freed my cock from its pantied heaven. As she started to lick and suck me, I could only stare at our contrasting reflections, her smooth white back in stark contrast to the black I wore, and I gave myself up to the surging sensations that burned within me. Later, we lay in bed, each in a white nightgown, and I returned her oral pleasuring of me until she finally begged me to stop. The next night, Friday, was uneventful, perhaps because of the passion of the previous night. It was actually Halloween, and much of the evening was spent answering the door, pretending to be frightened by the little ghosts and goblins who came around trick-or-treating. When we went to bed, we were tired from the long week, and I said, "We've got all the chores around the house to do tomorrow. Sometimes I think we should get someone in once a week to do them for us." Joanne, already half-asleep, mumbled back, "Yeah, that's something I've been thinking about. G'night, dear." I kissed her goodnight and quickly fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed, but there was a note on my night table. I read, "Honey, I thought about what you said last night, and I left some things for you by the dressing table." When I walked over to see what she meant, I saw the black torsolette, frilly panties, seamed black stockings and the patent leather pumps. Next to them was a gift-wrapped box. It was obvious that Joanne wanted me to dress today, so I hurried to shower and shave, then did my best to put on some makeup. I knew that I couldn't hope to duplicate Joanne's mastery, and the false lashes were difficult to apply but all in all, it looked OK. I donned the torsolette, having to relace it when I missed one of the middle eyelets. The stockings and panties followed quickly, as I couldn't wait to open my gift. When I tore off the bow and paper, I saw a Halloween package, and looking closely, I saw... that it was a French maid's outfit. I got the feeling that I knew what Joanne's mumbled comment really had meant. I slipped into the black satin outfit, which consisted of a low-cut top and a very short mini-skirt, trimmed with white lace. A frilly white apron, cap, neck and wrist bands completed the costume. I put on the black highheels, brushed and donned my wig, and took the time to finish off with the long red false nails. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was stunned - it was every man's fantasy come true! My tiny skirt barely concealed my stocking tops, and when I bent over, my ruffled panties showed clearly. Just one thing could have been better, and going into Joanne's drawer, I stuffed the bra pads I had worn last Saturday night into the cups of the torsolette, swelling my bust to a much larger size. I walked carefully downstairs, and when she heard me coming, Joanne called out, "It's about time - how long do I have to wait for my coffee?" There was a stern look on her face when I walked into the kitchen, spike heels clicking on the tiles. "Sorry, Miss Joanne, I must have overslept." She struggled to keep a straight face, then said, "If you're not going to do better than this, I'll have to let you go." "Oh, no, please, Miss, I'll do better, I really need this job," I moaned. Well, let me tell you, doing all the housework alone was no fun, and Joanne really rubbed it in, by lounging on the couch, watching television (and her TV) all day. Finally, at about 4:00 she disappeared upstairs, and about fifteen minutes later, I heard her call out in a loud voice, "Maid Suzi, come up here, I need you." There was a strangeness in her voice, but I hurried upstairs without thinking about it. When I reached the bedroom door, I stopped and did a double-take. Joanne had transformed herself - into a guy! When she had bought the French maid costume, she had obviously picked up some things for herself as well. She sported a realistic-looking mustache, and had slicked back her hair. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing her tuxedo from the party. "Suzi, Miss Joanne told me she was thinking of letting you go for not doing your work very well." "But, please, no, Monsieur, I must keep my job, I will do anything to keep it," I replied, playing along. "Anything, Suzi? Are you sure?" "Oh yes, Monsieur, anything you ask!" She motioned me to come toward her, then pointing to the floor in front of her, told me to kneel down and unzip her zipper. When I did, I got the biggest shock of my life - sticking up toward my face was - a cock. I saw that she was wearing a false penis, and she told me that if I wanted to keep my job, I knew what I had to do. I hesitated a second or two then swooped down to my task. First I licked the tip of the fake cock, then moved my mouth down on it. When it moved too far into my throat, I gagged a little, and realized that this wasn't as easy as it looked. From the moans that my moving around on her cock caused, I realized that this must be a double-sided dildo, and that the other half was buried in Joanne's sweet pussy. I reached inside her pants and played with her clit at the same time, and in a couple of minutes I felt her pulling my head down all the way onto her cock, then the spasming of her body as she came. As I knelt there, a perverse thought crossed my mind. I had already sucked this cock, could I...should I go the whole way toward womanhood? Joanne pulled me up onto the bed next to her, and caressed my satin-covered body, while I stroked her still-tumescent cock. Her hand slipped into my panties, and slid gently around the smooth cheeks of my buns. Her fingertip played gently, slipping in and out of my tiny virgin rosebud. I sensed that the same thought must have struck her, and I whispered to her, "Yes, please, go ahead." She turned away for a second, withdrawing her hand, then it was back, and I felt a cool wetness on her finger as it again penetrated me. This time her lubricated finger slid into me, and I felt the sensation as my lover came into me. She gently played with my tiny hole, and I gradually relaxed as she moved in and out of me. As I widened to accommodate her, I felt a second finger joining the first inside me. The warm feeling I had centered around her penetrating fingers, as though I were revolving around in space, held to her sun not by gravity, but by her touch. She pulled off my panties, still keeping her fingers inside me, and I raised my hips to allow her to slide a pillow underneath me. My highheeled feet dug into the bed as I moaned with the ecstasy she was giving me, and she knelt between my nylon-clad legs, gently probing my hole. When I felt the third finger join its mates inside me, I knew the moment of truth was nearing, and I began to tighten up, thinking that I would never be able to stretch enough to allow her cock inside my virgin pussy hole. Joanne felt the involuntary contraction, and whispered, "Don't worry, I know you're scared, I won't do it." "N...n...no, please I want you to, please," I begged, knowing that if I didn't do it now, I might never have the courage to try again. "Yes, yes, do it now, please." Joanne paused to lubricate the rubber cock, and I felt her fingers withdraw. I tried to relax myself as I felt the tip touch gently against me. She gently pushed the very tip inside me, and paused, telling me to stop her if it hurt. I felt it slide a little further, and my sphincter muscle suddenly relaxed around it, and my now-greedy ass-pussy wanted her all the way inside me. I moved my hips as if to suck it inside me, and I felt it sliding deeper into me. A flash of pain shot through me, but it was over in a second, replaced by the feeling of her cock as it reached deep, deeper, all the way into me. My stockinged legs wrapped around her back, pulling her toward me, and as she moved back and forth, in and out of me in smooth gentle strokes, I kept her captive with my highheeled shoes. Her hand reached between us, and began to stroke my cock, an organ that I had totally forgotten about, so intense was the pleasure she was causing with her gentle fucking motion in my pussy. "Yes, yes, play with my clitty, fuck my pussy, yes, yes," I screamed, and we came together as still kneeling, she made one hard final thrust inside me. I felt my cum shooting out of my clitty, landing in great spurts on my powdered and lipsticked face. I tasted cum for the first time as I greedily licked it off my lips, and Joanne lay on top of me, still thrust deep inside me, and shared the taste as she kissed me deeply on my red lips. She moved to get up, but I held her inside satin-covered arms and nyloned legs. She began to sob softly, whispering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." but I placed one red-tipped finger to her lips, silencing her. "No, don't be sorry, I wanted it so much," I whispered back. I began to rock my hips, feeling her embedded cock sliding inside me. Our roles may have been reversed, but the ancient rhythms were the same. As my motions moved the dildo inside her, she stopped sobbing and her body took over. I knew I wouldn't come again, but I wanted her to continue, and she did, harder this time, thrusting herself in and out of me like a piston, until she gave another great shudder, and collapsed, spent, on top of me. When I woke the next morning, I found myself in my new white nightgown, although I didn't remember changing. Joanne walked in, with breakfast for both of us on a tray. "You really conked out last night. I had a heck of a time undressing you and getting you ready for bed." I smiled up at her, and when she climbed in next to me, I gave her a big kiss. "I...I'm really sorry," she started, but again I silenced her. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I wanted it even more than you did. I felt, feel, so wonderful this morning, though," I said, with a wry grin, "I am a little sore." She laughed, and what could have been a bad moment passed immediately. "I couldn't resist picking up that maid's costume for you. You looked so sexy in it. Then I got this strange idea about making you play with a fake cock, and well, that lingerie boutique in the mall had all sorts of wonderful things in the back. I never thought it would end up like it did, though" "Well, I thought it was wonderful, but let me point out one thing - that maid's costume is one size fits all, dear, - I'm not going to be stuck doing all the housework, all the time." We both cracked up with laughter, then hungrily wolfed down the breakfast she had made us. (fin)