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By LorenaMae
--Thursday, 5:27 PM
Hello, Denise? I kind of hoped you'd be there. I think I'm all ready.
The costume looks great, and I'm pretty sure he likes the idea of
wearing it to the con. I have the instructions for the film mask and wig
and all, and have packed a bag for him as you suggested, using the
measurements you gave me. Real cute and trendy stuff, with the heels you
said he'd need.
I have to admit I'm a little scared about this, but it's also, well,
exciting. He'll learn a lesson and I get to have some fun.
Gosh, well, I think that's all I have to say. I'll call again to tell
you how it's going.
--Friday, 11:17 AM
Well, Denise, we are in the car, driving by Springfield, and he is
asleep as you said he would be. I think he was kind of surprised when
he saw how elaborate the costume was, but I was in my costume first, and
kept laughing as you suggested.
He asked about padding and all, and like you told me I just said, "The
costume will take care of all that." I'm sure he doesn't have a clue as
to how it will do that.
I have to admit he looks cute sleeping there. The film mask really
makes his face look sweet, and I laugh when I catch a glimpse of his
heaving chest.
We'll be there soon... I'll check in again.
--Friday, 4:30 PM
Hi! It was great watching him walk in from the car to the convention.
Heads turned to look at the two of us. I can't believe how much his
gait has changed -- real swiveling and all. He caught himself in a mirror
and said, "Wow, this looks real!" I just smiled.
Is his voice supposed to change too? I don't remember you telling me
about that.
We are almost checked in. Back later.
--Friday, 5:08PM
Oh my! What a moment we just had. He has just stomped out of the
room. After we checked in, he had to use the bathroom, and that was
it. He pulled off the costume and the unitard and he had these enormous
hooters, tiny waist, hips and no wee wee and he got upset and started
yelling!
I said that I told him the costume would take care of it and it's just
temporary, that he should enjoy it, but boy was he pissed. He opened
his case and found only women's clothes, and yelled, but nothing else
would have fit her. She pulled on a cute little T and jeans, with all
the belly showing and looked for shoes, but the only ones that worked
were heels, and ran out of the room.
I hope he's alright. Do you think he could have gone to the bar? I
remember you said that alcohol would be bad, but it's not that bad,
right?
I really need some answers on this. Can you call me at the hotel?
Please? I'll wait for your call before going down to look for him.
--Friday, 8:32 PM
I found him at the bar. It wasn't easy -- she was sitting at the bar
surrounded by a bunch of the convention nerds who were buying her
drinks. She seemed pretty stoned, but I don't know if it's from the
shots or from all the attention they were giving her.
Her? What am I saying? It's him, my husband. I tried to get him to
come away from the bar, but he wouldn't hear about it. In the notes,
you said that alcohol causes "primary personality decay" when
someone is transformed, but it doesn't say what that means.
I need help here, any kind of help. How do I get him changed back
without coming back to see you? I'll never get him in the car like
this, never. He's so angry and she's such a whore -- what? Help!
Please, call me ASAP! Please!
--Friday, 11:49 PM
You just have to be there, you just have to! I went back down to the
bar and sat where I could watch. The DJ started about 9:30, and she
went out to dance. I sat there and stared and stared but I couldn't
believe that blonde bimbo in the baby T and big hair was my husband!
I have never seen him move like that before! I could see all the guys
had their tongues hanging out, and I could see why -- it was obvious
that he wasn't wearing a bra and the hip hugger jeans were skin tight up
to the part where there was nothing but skin. That dancing in those
heels! I never could do it.
I don't know what to do. I tried to get her to come up to the room with
me, but she wouldn't come. I can't watch him kiss any more men, can't
watch. I'm just going to take a sleeping pill and go down and pray for
something, pray.
Call me, please call me!
--Saturday, 9:17AM
He must have stumbled in last night while I was asleep. He was up
early this morning, and when I saw him, he had gotten himself all up in
that costume, but without the unitard. I swear I never saw so much
skin! It was like he had a bikini wax and everything, and I can't
imagine that halter stays in place without tape!
He did his own makeup, too, big bold and beautiful. How did she learn
to do that? Where does that come from? She walked out of her with her
badge on, down to the convention, those asscheeks over stiletto boots
the last thing I saw.
Where are you? This has all gone wrong, very wrong! I need you to be
there for me!
I'm going down stairs, but I'll have my cell phone. This is a
nightmare. I just wanted my husband in a costume, to have some fun, but
this is just way too much, way too much. What can I do?
--Saturday, 1:24 PM
It's like watching some movie star come to life. She is down there and
everyone wants a picture taken, and I swear he is even signing
autographs. I can't believe how beautiful and confident and naked she
is, I just can't! It's like she has been wearing those boots and using
a thousand watt smile on guys for all of her life! People are staring
down from the atrium, and I even saw a film crew following her around,
taking pictures by the pool!
This is my husband! And it's all your fault! You said it would be fun
and educational, but I sure as hell don't know what lesson he is
learning from all of this!
Where are you? Why aren't you helping me? Help me!
--Saturday, 7:00
She's in the bathroom. She just breezed in and said, "Get dressed. We
are going to dinner and then out dancing." I don't want to go, but I
don't want her to go alone. She grabbed a sequined tube dress and some
heels and heaven knows what she is doing with her face and hair.
Apparently, she some men she met have a limo for this evening. I am
going on a double date with my husband, or at least someone who used to
be my husband. I saw him naked when he stripped down for the shower,
and whatever that costume did, it worked incredibly well. I don't think
I have ever seen a more statuesque woman in my life, with flawless skin
and perfect curves. It was just yesterday morning when I put on that
wig on him, but now, it's real hair, flowing and silky.
I hate him! I hate this! How could I have lost my husband just because
I wanted to play some stupid prank? I have enough trouble being
competitive with other women and now this fox is my husband!
How could you do this to me? How could you set me up like this and then
abandon me?
Now I have to get ready to go out with some man I have never met,
looking dowdy and plain next to my now glamorous and stunning husband!
How could you?
--Sunday, 12:37 AM
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I don't want to call you, because
you are the one who set this up, who set me up, but who else am I
supposed to call? How can I tell my friends my husband is now a sexy
woman who wants to fuck every powerful man in sight? Who would believe
me? Who would understand me?
We were at a dance club, and she was out there again, all sinuous and
sensuous on the floor, in spike heels I couldn't even walk in. I was
with some guy who was really very nice, and trying to pay attention to
me, but how could I even pay attention to him with my husband sitting
across the table and his date looking at him like a piece of prime rib?
I think every man in the restaurant stopped to look at her, and most of
the women too.
And we came here after dinner, and she was dancing with him, and with
the whole damn place, and then I noticed that they had disappeared. I
went to look for them, and on a corner of the patio, I saw them, I saw
them intertwined! She was coming, but when she saw me she winked! She
winked!
They came back to the table, him looking like he owned the world, and
she glowing with conquest. She reached down and squeezed my knee and I
almost puked. I excused myself to go to the ladies room, and she got up
to come with me. She got up to come with me! I see my own husband
getting fucked by some guy and then she gets up to go to the ladies room
with me!
I'm in a corner, but I can't take much more of this, I can't take much
more. If she suggests a threesome, I think I...
Wait, she's coming this way. Hell! Hell!
--Sunday, 3:24 AM
I'm back in my room, alone. Alone! I don't know which would be worse
-- not knowing what she is doing now, or having her with me. Who is
this demon bitch that replaced my husband? Where did he go? Was he
washed away with the booze? Can I ever get him back?
Oh, just tell me what you want from me to change this all back. Tell me
what I need to do to get you here to fix things, please!
I can't stand this, I just can't. What happens next? Who is this
woman? What is my relationship to her?
I know he's in there, I know he is, he must be. Even that wink must
have been him trying to connect with me, it must have been. He's lost
now, but he can't be lost forever, he just can't.
Please, as a woman, I am asking you for your help. I need to help him
find his way back, I need to help me find my husband, my lover, not this
she-devil you made him into.
Please! Please... please...
--Sunday, 9:16 AM
I have to make a choice. He's not coming home. I don't think that
surprises me -- how could he go back to his old life as the person she
is now?
But -- I have been invited to join him and his sugar daddy at the house
in Miami Beach. He gave it a good sell -- two girls, lots of shopping,
lots of fun, lots of cash.
How can I go with this person? But how can I abandon my husband?
Damn you! How can you have put me in this position? What can I tell my
friends and my mother about why I am not coming home?
They are waiting for me in the lobby. I'm going to go, but I'm going to
keep looking for you. There has to be a way back, there has to be.
Hell!
Trisha
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