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Toshiro Matthews sighed, lifting the note from his desk. He flipped it open. On the letterhead of the Gamma Lambda Fraternity was typed, "You are required to appear at the Halloween party tonight in drag" It had to be Bledsoe, he thought. The bylaws of the Fraternity required any pledge during his first year to obey implicitly the instructions of any elder 'brother'. No matter how absurd. Bledsoe was a legacy, a man that had gotten into the frat because his grandfather had not only been a member, but had donated money to them after he'd made his first million. Bledsoe was a pompous piece of shit, and he liked riding roughshod over the pledges. Especially little half breeds like me, Toshiro thought. Up until now, he'd stayed within the unwritten rules of the frat. He hadn't suggested having someone bend over and get screwed, or requiring the sole Moslem to chug a beer, but sooner or later it might happen. He looked up, and for a moment, he caught his reflection. Not bad looking actually, at least that was what girls had told him before. Narrow fox face, with a pointed chin, almond shaped green eyes and a slim build. He'd gotten everything but his eyes and gender from his mother. If he had taken after Thomas Matthews he would have been a foot taller and probably a member of the football squad as a defensive lineman. Instead he was small, almost petite, what Bledsoe, in his anti-gay best, called a closet fag. Well the rule was clear. If he didn't show up at the party in drag, they could kick him out, and Bledsoe would guarantee the vote. He considered asking someone in the co-ed dorm across the way for a dress, but the idea of having people that knew him laughing because of the request stuck in his throat. No. He'd head into Hollywood, and find a costume shop. Better an impersonal clerk than people he'd have to face every day. He grabbed his sunglasses and wallet, then walked down the hall and out of the Frat house. The sun had passed noon, and he shaded his eyes as he put on the glasses. The bus should be by in a few, and he started down the street that paralleled the campus. He heard a horn go off and his eyes flicked toward the sound, just as something slapped across his face. Frantically, he clawed it away, and stared at the crumpled paper in his hand. All he could see was part of the first word, and part of the last. UNIQ TUMES Intrigued he pulled the flyer open. UNIQUE ONE OF A KIND COSTUMES BY ARTEMIS At the bottom was an address. He whistled happily as he stood at the bus stop, and looked at the flyer again. Then the thought hit him: There had been no wind. The bus dropped him a couple blocks away, and he walked over to finally stand before the store. The shade covered the front, and as he stepped into it, he felt a chill. As if this side of the store had been in shade all day, rather than just the last few hours. He shrugged the feeling off. The inside of the store looked like a half plucked tree. The racks were festooned with hangers, and the sad remnants of the day's business still hung there, hoping to be used. He walked to a rack of women's clothes, but there was nothing that caught his eye. "That is not the right rack." He turned, and nodded to the redheaded woman that approached. "You would want something, special. Come." She turned, walking back to the counter. On the pad near the register, a huge calico tom lay, purring. Her hand ran down his spine, and the cat stretched, eyes opening. He meowed, and the woman nodded, as if agreeing. "What do you need, sir?" "Well-" He blushed furiously. Damn it the woman was almost old enough to be his mother. It was actually worse than having a friend know his predicament. "I'm-" "You are a member of a fraternity, and you need a special costume for it," she answered. "How-" "It doesn't matter. I know the type. What do you need, ah." She crossed her arms, one hand stroking her chin. "Someone wishes to embarrass you by making you wear women's clothing." She smiled. "As I said, I know the type. My question is simple. How far do you wish to carry the impersonation?" "Excuse me?" "How perfect do you wish to be as this woman?" "I don't know." As he said it, he knew it was a lie. Damn it, he was always exact in his clothes. He would have rather been caught dead than with everything not in the exact place it belonged in. "No, that isn't true. If I have to be a woman, I want to be the drop-dead beautiful, come fuck me if you can, best bitch in the place." Her smile was sad. "That can be, difficult. But I have just the costume for you. Is there somewhere nearby where you can get dressed undisturbed around dark?" "I do have a friend's house a block from campus. He's working as an exchange student in Thailand for a month." "Good." Her voice was pensive. "We can't have anyone walking in during the transformation." Before he could ask what she meant, she turned, dissappeared through a beaded curtain, and was back before they had stopped moving. The heavy box she handed him was a utilitarian white cardboard, taped closed. "Listen very carefully, for what I tell you is more important than you can imagine. You must hurry because the preparations will take more than an hour to complete. There are directions inside the box, follow them all to the letter, omit nothing. Do not wear this costume by daylight. Remove it before sunlight touches it. If you wear it too soon, or too long, it may be irreversible." "What may be irreversible?" "The affect." "You're not making any sense." "Be thankful." He shook his head. Some things, obviously, were not for everyone to know. "How much?" "Whatever it is worth to you." Confused even more, he pulled out his wallet. fifty dollars. He knew most shops charged a hell of a lot more on short notice, but he wasn't complaining. He took out forty, and laid in on the counter. She ignored it. "Remember, once the costume is on, everything begins to work. And I do mean everything." "O-kay." He picked up the box. As he left he heard the cat meow again. The door closed before Artemis replied. "Well we can't very well make everyone decide, can we?" II The bus took longer than he had anticipated, and it was an hour to dusk when he arrived at Victor's house. Left to him by his parents upon their death, it was vacant at the moment. Toshiro had offered to come by every few days to assure that it hadn't been robbed while he was gone, and he remembered that he should have been here a few days earlier as he had promised. Thankfully nothing had been stolen, no windows broken. He walked into the bedroom, and looked at the box. He slit the tape, and opened it. There was a small wooden box on the top, and he pulled it out. Inside were some small tubes, and a jar. Each marked with a letter from A to F. A small note in red ink sat under the jar. Take a tub bath. Pour vial A into the water as it is running. Let stand for a minute. Pour vial B into the water. Bathe, making sure you do not wet hair. Once you are done washing, use the shampoo in vial C, and the conditioner in vial D. Once your hair has been rinsed, put on the wig without drying your hair. Put on the choker, and leave it on until the facial mask is dry. Then remove it. Use the facial mask in jar E on your face, and allow to set until dry, about one hour. Rub lotion in vial F on your hands front and back, and put on the rubber gloves supplied. Put on the panties, then take out the bra. In the box with the bra are breast forms. Decide now which size you want to use, and put them in the bra, then put it on. When the facial mask has been removed, brush your hair, and dress. Without the costume the affect will fade in less than an hour if you change your mind. He shrugged, and started the tub. He actually liked a shower better, but he understood following the rules. When the oil in vial A hit the water, there was a flash, and the water turned a tawny gold. He waited, and carefully, he poured in B. The water seemed to glow, and he shook his head at the fancy. The bath was invigorating, the oils seemed to find every pore and cleansed them as he scrubbed. He wondered why he'd gotten out of the habit of a slow relaxing tub bath. This made him think about starting them again. The shampoo smelled of spices and herbs, and his scalp felt as if he'd run a brush across it, easing every care and woe. It was almost anticlimactic when he opened the conditioner. It smelled like something you'd get over the counter at any drug store. Still damp from the bath, he padded into the bedroom, and picked up the box marked WIG. He walked back in, dried his body, and pulled the wig from its box. It was human hair, and when he had snugged it down on his head, it reached his thighs. He remembered his mother's hair before she had gotten sick a few years before, a long ebon sheet to below her waist when she had it down. This looked as if it might have been his mother's hair. The choker was a dull brown stone on a thick ribbon. He tied it, centering the stone under his chin. The herbs in the facial tickled his nose as he smeared it on. He remembered movies where they showed women getting ready for bed, and how he'd laughed. He chuckled now, seeing himself in the same situation. Then he took the thick lotion and smeared it on his hands. It was a good thing the woman at the store had supplied the gloves, he was terrified at the idea of trying to touch anything. He slid on the panties, glad no one could see him, them took out the bra. As the instructions said, there were a dozen different pairs of foam artificial tits from the 'more than a mouthful is a waste' size to a pair that were marked EE. He settled on a set marked C. He slid on a robe from the closet, laid on the bed, and turned on the television. As he sat, there was a tugging at his head as his buttocks caught the sheet of hair. Instinctively his hand came up around the back of his neck, pulling the sheet of black around to lay between the breast forms. He suddenly thought of the ease with which he'd moved that mass of hair. I probably remembered from watching mom. He thought. III He snorted, eyes opening blearily. He must have dozed off. He rolled toward the edge of the bed, noticing a strange shift in his body as he did. Probably should have taken the bra off. The breast forms are what's causing it. He felt a desperate need to pee, and padded across the darkened room. He reached into the panties, and froze in shock. He knew what should have been there, but it was gone. In it's place... He staggered back, off balance from the damn breast forms, a flailing hand catching the light switch. All he saw as he stood, ripping off the bra was the green of the facial mask. But as he rose higher he stopped, leaning forward on the counter. Where his chest had been, a pair of firm and rather delectable breasts now hung. He screamed, catching the wig and pulling. The pain seared through his scalp, and he lifted the front, trying to find the seam where the wig met his head. All he saw was more scalp. I've got- and I've got- and I don't have- part of him cataloged calmly as he fell forward screaming, pounding his hands on the sink. He ripped off the gloves, and the hands weren't his. They were soft and delicate. A hand caught and ripped off the choker. Even that vestige of his manhood was gone. How did she do it? Oh that bitch! What do I do! He ripped off the facial mask, and beneath it, a beautiful woman looked back at him. He could see, by careful examination, his own features. But they had been softened, the vulpine face becoming a bewitching mask. He staggered back to the bed, sitting, rocking himself as his hands caught the hair. I can just sit here. Rip off the panties, pretend this never happened. I can go back to school, check into a dorm, put this behind me forever. He froze as he noticed the hands hand neatly braided the hair as he was thinking. I've never done a French Braid before! How did I know what to do! He clawed across the room, throwing the box over, dumping the remainder of it's contents on the floor. A scrap of paper lay there, and he opened it, hoping to find something with a phone number. 'If I have to be a woman, I want to be the drop-dead beautiful, come fuck me if you can, best bitch in the place.' Your own words Toshiro. I have given you what you asked, now the decision is yours. You can strip off those panties, and an hour from now, you'll be back to normal. But will your problems be solved? He stared at the note. I didn't give her a name, how'd she know? He snorted, biting that delicate hand of his. First answer how she's given him a nice set of tits and removed his manhood. Then get to the small shit. He looked at the note again. But will your problems be solved? Bledsoe was his biggest problem. If he had to throw something together, it would be more humiliating than not going. The bastard had to be brought down, and he looked at his body with new appreciation. Right now he looked as much like Toshiro Matthews as Lucy Lu looked like Justin Timberlake! Murph will help, if he can, he suddenly thought. Hunter Murphy was the President of Gamma Lambda. He was quietly disapproving of Bledsoe's actions, but because he'd stayed within the rules, he couldn't stop him. But Bledsoe doesn't like the ones that don't fit neatly into his pigeonhole mind. Toshiro thought. He giggled, and the voice almost brought him back to the edge. It was a smooth soprano. No, He- Suddenly he laughed. He doesn't really apply does it? He, no she chuckled wryly. He hates anyone that doesn't fit by his definition. That shows prejudice, but unless it can be proven, Murph can't do anything. She stood, stalking back into the bathroom. The face looking back was cold and determined. "So you want to catch the bastard? Can you lie to his face?" The mirrored image smiled grimly. "Then we had best get to it." She padded back into the bedroom, and flipped the pile of clothing over. Beneath it was a flat case, and when she opened it, she found a full scale make-up kit. Taking it back into the bathroom, she picked up the eyeliner, and began to gently tracing her eye. During the process from bare face to sexy sultry wench, she pondered a couple of times how she knew what to do. But it wasn't important. On top of the clothes that remained was another set of underwear, these in a deep kelly green. Along with panties and a bra was a garter belt, and seamed stockings. She took off the panties she had worn, ignoring the empty space where there should have been something, and slipped the green ones on. As she stood, she noticed that her hips had filled out, giving her a bewitching rear view. 'Stop admiring the work, and get done,' she told herself. The stockings went on, and snapped to the garter belt. She looked in the mirror again, assuring that the seams were straight. She had instinctively put the clips under the waistline of the panties. 'What, you're thinking maybe of removing the panties and leaving the stockings on?' she asked herself. Her mom had always called doing the straps that way the slut style of garter belt. 'It may come to that,' she thought grimly. The bra was a perfect fit, and she blessed the gods for her circumspection. With this build, I would have looked like a freak with the EE set. The dress was a skin tight sheath that had a high collar, no sleeves, and fell to her ankles, slit up each side to the thigh. The dress was actually a bit too long. She realized that it was so she could wear heels. There was a set of emerald green pumps. Slipping them on, the hem now merely brushed the floor. A box held a set of Jade ear rings, and a necklace of jade beads. The ear rings were for pierced ears, and as she turned her head, she noticed that each delicate lobe was pierced. Last but not least, a pair of opera length gloves in Forest Green. Finally, she picked up the handbag. Inside it was another note. Congratulations on facing your fears. Remember that you must remove the costume before dawn. If sunlight touches it while you wear it, the affect can become permanent! She looked in the mirror, and the woman that looked back was self assured. "Well, here's where that bastard gets what he deserves." IV The college was boisterous as the students began their parties. Toshiro walked down the street. 'No,' she thought, 'she strutted down the street.' Men that passed had given her the eye, and a couple had made passes that had caused her to blush. She paused outside the frathouse, and clutched the bag in her hands. Then her shoulders straightened, and she marched up the walk. Davis was on the door, and his eyes bugged out at the vison that approached. "Hey, babe, looking for me, I hope?" Toshiro paused. Davis was a lowlife, but he was a friend in his own way. "No, I am here as a guest of Toshiro Matthews. Is Brother Murphy in?" "Shit. No. Toshiro hasn't shown yet. Murph is on a beer run. Can I get you anything?" "No, Thank you. I'll wait." "Where has Toshiro been keeping you hidden?" She smiled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The party was starting to swing, and Toshiro walked into the living room of what had once been a six bedroom house. The men in the room turned, and their eyes locked like targeting radars on her. The women looked, and Toshiro smiled inwardly at the looks on their faces. He'd seen the reaction before, when two women met who believed the other more attractive. If they had been cats, the claws would have been out. She smiled benignly, and strolled to the bar, every eye locked on her. Benson, a senior was behind the bar, and his mouth was hanging open. She slid onto one of the barstools, setting the purse on the counter. "What can I get you, uh, do I know you?" "I doubt it," she replied. "I don't know. Is there any Chambord?" Benson looked frantically, and found a bottle of the raspberry liqueur. She waved away his attempt to pour it in a whiskey glass, settling for a wine glass half full. Her thank you caused him to flush bright crimson, and finally someone else came up, and he had to depart. 'What do I do if someone asks my name?' she thought furiously, sipping the drink. I could say Toshiro, but if Bledsoe had thought me a faggot before this, dressing this well would pretty much prove it. The front door opened, and Hunter Murphy entered, pulling a dolly filled to the top with beer, and a box of assorted harder drinks on top of it. He looked at the woman at the bar, eyes speculative for a moment, then returned to his duties. "Mister Murphy, may I speak with you?" He turned drying his hands. "You're Toshiro's friend, the one that asked about me." "Yes. I am Fujiko. A very close friend of Toshiro's." Closer than you might think, Murph. "Glad to meet you. I'm Hunter Murphy. My friends call me Murph." He extended his hand, holding hers delicately. He bent, and Toshiro No, think Fujiko! felt an electric shock run up his arm as Murphy kissed the hand delicately. "I am pleased to meet you as well, Murph. Is there somewhere we can be alone for a few minutes?" His eyes flashed. "Yes, my office." He walked around the bar, offering his arm. She took it tentatively, and the men in the room grumbled as she was led triumphantly from the room. They went down the hall, into the office, what had once been a den, and Murphy closed the door. He turned, leaning against it, watching her. "I need your help Murph." She clutched the bag. "According to the bylaws, if a fellow brother needs your help, and swears you to secrecy, you must obey, correct?" The eyes became wary. "Yes, I just wonder how you would know that. Unless Toshiro told you. That, however, would be a violation of those same by- laws." "Toshiro didn't tell me." Should she? "I Am Toshiro." Murphy looked at her, then suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh come on! He does look a little effeminate, but not as good as you do!" "I can prove it." "Yeah, do it." "Last month, you and Toshiro talked about a woman named Tanya who works in the cafeteria here. She has been making heavy weight passes at him, and he wasn't sure why she was suddenly showing interest. He came to you, and you told him that Bledsoe had been talking with her, and was trying to prove that Toshiro is gay, which would be a violation of the by-laws, and would get him kicked out. "At your suggestion, Toshiro dated her, and took her to bed. After that, she began ignoring him like before." Murph's eyes hardened as the recitation began. "He shouldn't have told you-" "He didn't tell me anything," she spun. "You sat in that chair at the desk. After he came back from that date, you opened the bottom drawer, where you keep a bottle of Laiphroaig Scotch. You gave him a shot of it. You told him to hang in there. In fact your exact words were 'If we could find a way to dump the bastard within the by-laws, I would do it in a heartbeat. I can't stand bullies, especially bullies that don't even have the guts to face the ones they torment'." She turned, advancing on him, then put out her hand. Murphy extended his, and his eyes widened in shock as she gave him the frat hand shake. "Clavis omnis," she whispered. "Not proper Latin, but screw them all. The secret password." He moved around her, and sat in his chair. "All right. For the moment, I will accept that somehow you are Toshiro. But that still doesn't explain how you look like that." 'Tell him the truth?' she thought. 'No, he'd never believe it. Hell I Don't believe it!' she thought furiously. Well a lie then, only a part lie at least. "There's a woman I met in Hollywood who does special effects for the movies." Her hand moved to accentuate her form. "As you can see, she's a master at make-up." Murphy shook his head wryly. "I'll say. What did you have in mind?" V The party had gotten frenetic as the night wore on. Fujiko moved through it quietly, smiling at those that merely looked, gently rebuffing those that wanted more. Everyone was commenting on Toshi's luck. Fujiko smiled when she heard it. Sure, the best looking woman here, only he never gets to hold her, right? A man entered, and she concentrated on him. Bledsoe. From the look, half in the bag already. The upper classman looked around, swaying slightly. He pulled a half pint bottle from his pocket, finishing it before staggering toward the bar. "Bushmills!" he shouted. Benson set the drink up without a comment. Fujiko began walking toward him, her stride suddenly becoming a sinuous glide. "Another Chambord, please." "Sure, Fujiko." Benson picked up the new bottle, pouring another drink the same size as she had gotten before. Bledsoe turned, and his jaw dropped. "Who brought her?" "She's Toshi's girl." "Girl!" he snorted. "Has she seen him in his dress yet?" "As a matter of fact, I have." Fujiko replied before Benson could say anything. "You would not believe what he looks like in a dress." "Like the faggot he is, obviously." Fujiko raised a hand, stopping Benson from complaining. "If he were standing right here, with his arm around me, you would not dare call him such things. Benson, who is this," she paused, as if choosing her words, "this man." The room became quiet at her sarcastic tone. "I'm the one that will get him kicked out of this frat." Bledsoe looked around. "Unless I see the little faggot in the next five minutes-" "You'll do nothing." Murphy walked in from the hall. "I have already seen Toshi, and he has fulfilled the order, Bledsoe. Unless you want to argue with me about it." "Nah, not worth the sweat," Bledsoe replied. "Another." Fujiko looked at Murphy, who nodded. She smiled, then turned back to Bledsoe. "For someone of such small mind, you put down someone much better than you would ever be." She turned on her heel, her ass twitching as she walked past Murphy down the hall. The bathroom was on the right, and she walked in. Tonight at least, it was the ladies room. She leaned over facing the mirror, her stomach trembling. 'Are you ready for what happens next, kid?' she asked the reflection. 'If he drags you into the wrong room, or they don't move fast enough, you might find out more than any girl wishes to know.' "I'd run like hell if I were you." Fujiko looked at the reflection. She suddenly remembered the face. Amanda Waters, at present dating Charles Wainright, but once Bledsoe's girl. "Hank likes it rough, you know? At least, rough for whoever he's with." "I'll scream-" "Yeah, he'll love that!" Amanda laughed, a sound more pained than funny. "If anyone busts in, he claims you asked for it, and the brothers here will back him on it. They did when it happened to me that last time." She shook her head. "Get out of here while you have the chance." "No." Fujiko turned, catching Amanda by both arms. "What I do I must, for the Fraternity, for Toshi, for me." She impulsively hugged the woman. "I hope you know what you're doing." Funny, Murphy said the same thing, and I've been thinking it for the last two hours. "I do." Fujiko stepped back into the hall. Down at the far end near the living room, she could hear shouting as a drinking game started. The other end, leading back to the private rooms of the elder brothers was almost silent in comparison. She started toward the party area. As she passed the hall closet, someone grabbed her from behind. "Scream and I'll break your fucking neck!" he hissed. She struggled, more for effect than anything else. Bledsoe carried her squirming down the hall into his room, kicking the door closed. He threw her on the bed, locking the door. "Leave me alone you animal!" "Or you'll what, scream?" Bledsoe laughed. "Go ahead, bitch, I like them to fight. Even if someone tries to stop me, we're all brothers, remember? I say you asked for it, then started screaming when it got too rough, they believe me." He ripped off his shirt. "So take those clothes off, or I'll rip them off." Fujiko dived forward, and he caught her in mid-leap, flipping her back against the wall. His hand ripped her dress to the waist, taking the bra with it, then she was laying, pinned as he caught both wrists in one hand. The other mauled her breasts. "Once I'm done that needle dick boyfriend of yours won't even be able to touch the sides." He ripped the dress completely off her, the roll, his knees pinning her arms, reaching for his zipper. "But first, you're going to learn how to deep throat." He caught her head, then froze as there was a ratcheting click from behind him. Bledsoe turned, and saw Murphy standing there with a pump shotgun. Murphy smiled, finishing the action to chamber a round. "Get up you bastard." "What the-" Bledsoe stopped when the shotgun leveled. "Get. Up." Bledsoe moved away from Fujiko, hands at his sides. "Hey if you wanted the bitch, that's all right, Murph. But she's a hot little number. She grabbed my crank in the hall, and you know I get a little carried away." Murphy motioned with his head toward the hall, and Bledsoe shut up, walking toward the door. A pair of men grabbed his arms, dragging him toward the main room as Murphy lowered the shotgun. "Are you all right, Fujiko?" "Yes." She clutched the ripped dress, "I'll be fine." Murphy took off his sports jacket, draping it over her to cover her. He hugged her against him. "Then come on. You'll get to watch us nail his fucking coffin lid tight." The front room was silent, every vestige of party atmosphere gone. Bledsoe was in a straight backed kitchen chair, a dozen frat brothers glaring at him. "Guys-" "Shut up." Benson, one of the more mild mannered slapped Bledsoe. "Shut your lying mouth." "Why? Because Toshi's Bitch decided to take on all comers and I went first?" Bledsoe snapped. "She wasn't complaining until the last second in there. I swear it." "Oh you do." Murphy went to the DVD recorder. He fiddled with the controls. "You have given Malcolm Cooper and Charles Wainright a lot of shit, especially since Amanda decided she likes Charlie more. When we told Amanda what was happening, she almost picked up the phone for the police." Murphy switched on the plasma television. "Remind me to thank your father for the TV. Full color, digital quality." He started the DVD player, and Bledsoe's bedroom appeared. The two brothers Murphy had mentioned were electronic whizzes, and they had wired the one room they needed to wire in less than a half hour. On screen, the door flipped open, and Bledsoe tossed the frail girl onto the bed. "Leave me alone you animal!" "Or you'll what, scream?" Bledsoe laughed. "Go ahead, bitch, I like them to fight. Even if someone tries to stop me, we're all brothers, remember? I say you asked for it, then started screaming when it got too rough, they believe me." He ripped off his shirt. "So take those clothes off, or I'll rip them off." "That was when I started back. I'm sorry I was late, Fujiko." His eyes moved to Bledsoe. "Brothers, first we cast out a brother, then we call the police. Amanda, since you were good enough to wait, you can make the call." "With pleasure." "Wait, my Dad-" "The one that came here before you?" Murphy asked quietly. "The one who had a girlfriend raped, ending up in a mental hospital? The woman he loved that your mother knows about? The mother that admires his devotion in paying all of her bills since that time? That father? "When I tell him about this, and show him the disc, you'll be lucky if he sends you anal ease in prison!" He handed the shotgun to Fujiko. "Cover him, kid. If he moves, shoot him where he'll regret it the most." She took the shotgun, dropping the aim until it was on Bledsoe's crotch. The tense tableau eased a little as the brothers blackballed the ex- brother. The police arresting him was merely a formality. With Bledsoe gone, suddenly Fujiko handed the shotgun to someone, shaking. An arm caught her, and she walked numbly down the hall and into Murph'ys office. A glass was suddenly before her and she caught it desperately, pouring the shot down her throat, then choked as twenty year old Laiphroaig burned it's way down her throat. She coughed, feeling a hand pound on her back, then clutched it to her as she hugged Murphy. "I was so scared," she gasped, crying against him. "I was so sure that you would be too late, or go to the wrong room." She cried, his arms holding her, a hand gently patting her head as he rocked her. The tears slowed, became sniffling, then silence. He held a handkerchief, and she blew her nose. "You were marvelous." "I was a scared little bitch that fell apart the instant everything was over." "Yeah, but you waited until it was over to fall apart." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm proud of you." Fujiko looked up, and for an instant their eyes met. Murphy looked both worried and excited. Then he leaned forward, kissing her. She froze, then pushed him back. They looked at each other, then Fujiko reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him again. VI Murph wouldn't let her walk back to Victor's house alone, and Fujiko was surprised how comfortable it felt. His arm was around her shoulders, hips bumping. Part of her was so excited she almost threw herself at him. Another part made her want to run until he was far behind. They talked, light an inconsequential banter that merely made the time flow faster. Finally they reached the darkened house. "Well." He stopped uncomfortable. She was uncomfortable too. "Then I'll see you tomorrow?" "Yeah." Fujiko looked up, and saw the gleam in his eye. "I had better let you go and get the hell out of here." His arms encircled her shoulders, stopping her from leaving. "Frightened?" "Terrified!' Murph laughed. "Terrified that I'll take you in my arms, carry you in, and wake up with that hair on the pillow beside me the next morning." "I'm frightened too, Murph." "You are?" She nodded somberly. "Because part of me wants you to do that very thing, to feel you inside me and beside me all night. That when I'm back to normal it will make things different, even impossible for us." "I know you're Toshi. I understand that though I don't know how this happened." He brushed her face with his fingers, watching her eyes close, and felt her shiver. "But at the moment I don't care." He leaned down, and their lips met again. She clutched him to her frantically, gasping as the kiss broke. She took his hand silently, and led him into the house. VII Toshi sat up suddenly. The sun came through the window, lighting the room gently. He reached up, and the wig came free in his hand. The breast forms lay on the bed, and he had all the right equipment again. Part of him mourned. Feeling Murphy in her arms, inside her. The smell of two healthy human animals in rut filled the room, and he could close his eyes, see it all happening with the same sense of wonder there had been that night. 'Never again,' he told himself harshly. He gathered up the costume pieces, the shredded dress and bra. The torn panties. He packed it back in, and lifted the box. The trip by bus took less than an hour, and he wasn't surprised that the shop was already open. The proprietor watched him with her own small smile. "I hope you had a pleasant evening." "An, interesting evening," Toshi replied. "Good." She took the box. "I'm afraid someone ripped the dress and the bra. I'll pay for the damage." "A pity about the dress. I'll probably have to make another one for you." "For me?" Toshi was shocked. "When would, I mean, why would I need this costume again?" The woman leaned forward, touching his cheek. "Maybe because you enjoyed yourself last night. Maybe because you might want that again." She set the box aside. "With a violet silk sheath, and pumps to match?" "But there won't be another party until New Years!" "I don't think either you or your friend need a party to get together." She smiled. "Do you?" "No." He turned, then looked over her shoulder. "How about a burgundy red outfit with black lingerie for later?" She smiled. "Ready when you arrive."